“Please Principal Skinner, just don’t call Homer.”
Bart Simpson was back again in Principal Skinners office for another of his usual pranks. This time lunch-lady Doris caught him pouring some sedatives into the chili, and now he sat in the familiar office of Principal Skinner.
“I am sorry Bart, but I have to call your parents, this sort of behavior has to stop. After, groundskeeper Willie is still recovering from the incident with the tractor”
Bart sat in the Skinners office as he listened to the call to his father at work. He could listened to Skinner explain the situation to Homer, and knew that Homer was going to be very mad. Marge and Homer were at there wits end about Bart’s behavior, and had recently resorted to beating him in an attempt to control his behavior. But unknown to his parents was that Bart had always been acting up because he had a little secret…he was gay. But he knew that his family would through him out if they found out, even his Lisa, who always seemed to support him in the end.
“Your father will be here soon to pick you up, Bart” Skinner said as he came back into the office, “and he didn’t sound happy. One more problem from you and I am afraid we will have to expel you”
Bart sat in the office for the next half-hour without saying a word. He didn’t want to let on about how much he was dreading going home, and the beating he would get when they got their. Marge and Lisa had taken Maggie to visit family for the night, so Bart knew that the beating wouldn’t stop anytime soon since Homer was of the belief that more was better. His heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw Homer walk into Skinner’s office.
“That’s it boy, you’ve really done it now” Homer yelled as he walked in.
“Mr. Simpson, I was just explaining to Bart that if something happens again, we will have to expel Bart”
“Now don’t you worry about it Skinner, I am going to see to it that Bart learns his lesson this time” Homer said as he eyed Bart, and Bart knew that it was going to be bad. They drove home silently, and Bart didn’t want to say anything. He was hoping to jump out of the car as soon as they got home and run and lock himself in the bathroom.
As they pulled into the garage, Bart tried to make his run for it but for once in his life, Homer acted quickly and grabbed Bart.
“Where do you think you are going boy? I have had it with your crap, and since your mother isn’t home to stop me, we are going to this right,” Homer said as he walked Bart upstairs and into his bedroom. Homer let him go as they got into the room and started undoing his belt, “I told you I would beat you good if you did anything again, now drop your pants”.
Bart watched as Homer pulled his belt out of the loops and knew that he was serious. Bart reached down and unbuttoned his shorts and let them fall to the floor. Hoping to be able to leave his underwear on, but he could tell by Homer’s look that it was out of the question. Bart reached down and fiddled with the elastic band for a minute, and dropped his underwear too…
“Holy crap, boy! Your dick is still that small! Man, no wonder you are always acting up, it is pathetic”. Bart could feel his face turn bright red from embarrassment. Bart had always took his time changing in the house, and made sure no one ever saw him naked because of the size of his dick. But now someone had, and he didn’t know how to respond. Homer sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Bart over his knee, and then all of a sudden “WHACK!”. Bart could feel his cheeks beginning to burn with the first hit, but knew that he had many more slaps of the belt to go. “WHACK!”. Bart could feel Homer lifting his arm for another hit. “WHACK!”. This continued until Homer had hit Bart 50 times, and Bart’s butt was a bright red color.
“Now I want you to think about what you have done, and stay in this room. And remember, next time you get in trouble, it will be more than 50!” Homer said as he walked out of Bart’s room. Bart tried to sit up, but his the stinging pain was more than he could handle and he felt a tear running down his nose from the pain.
“That jerk,” Bart thought to himself, “thinks he can just beat me anytime he likes and get away with it”. Bart tried sitting up again, and got about half-way up when a some fire-crackers on his desk caught his eye.
“Hmm, maybe it is about time that I teach old Homer a thing or two”
Homer put his belt back on and went down to the kitchen and pulled out a beer, “mmmmm, beer” he said as he drank the whole can. He grabbed another and then went out and turned on the TV. “Damn boy,” he thought, “maybe he will finally learn his lesson”.
Bart slowly walked down the stairs into the kitchen, he had a gut feeling that what he was about to do was wrong, but he had already made up his mind. He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out Homer’s last beer. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the glass bottle he had stolen from Lisa, which had TRANQUILIZER written on the side in large red letters. He knew that only a few drops should knock Homer out, but he still poured in the rest of the jar.
Homer was surprised when Bart walked in without his pants on still, but figured that his butt was too sore for them. “That’ll learn him” he thought. Then he noticed the beer in Bart’s hand.
“Here Homer, you’re right, I should start behaving better. I brought you this beer as my apology” Bart said as he handed Homer the can.
“It okay boy, looks like you finally learned your lesson. Crying shame about your small dick though, nothing like mine” Homer said as he drank the whole can in one gulp.
“Homer, you look real tired, you should go up and lay down for a bit”
“I do feel real tired all of a sudden, I think I might just do that. Don’t do anything stupid or I will beat you again boy!” Homer said as he walked upstairs. Bart waited about 10 minutes before peeking into Homer’s room. He saw his dad passed out on the bed, still in his clothes and everything. He walked over to the bed and began tapping Homer.
“Homer, you awake? Homer? HOMER?!” Bart decided he needed to make sure his dad was asleep, so he jumped up on the bed and started jumping up and down. After about a minute, it was abundantly clear that Homer was out for the count. Bart knew now was the time and put his plan into action. He ran into his parents closet and dug out Marge’s handcuffs from when she was a police officer. She had kept them around for fooling around with Homer, but know Bart had a different plan. He went out and cuffed Homer to the bed with 4 sets of cuffs so that he was spread eagle.
Bart went out to Lisa’s room and got a pair of scissors, and then went back to Homer and started cutting his clothes off. He started with the shirt, and once that was done he stepped back to admire his handy-work so far. He looked at his father’s huge beer belly and thought to himself “How can mom fuck this thing, he is disgusting, but luckily that won’t be a problem soon,” and continued on his way.
Bart grabbed Homer’s belt and slowly undid it. He also reached for Homer’s button and zipper, and undid them both, he used the scissors to cut off Homer’s pants. He then reach for Homer’s tighty-whitey’s and slowly cut them off too. As Homer’s monster cock became visible, Bart gasped. It was about a foot long limp, about 3 inches around and had 2 huge hairy balls below it. Bart slowly reached out and began to caress his own father’s cock.
Since it became clear to Bart that he was gay, he had never seen another man’s cock, especially his own fathers, and now it was sitting in front of him for all his glory. He continued caressing it all over, he reached with his other hand and began to fondle the huge balls sitting below it. “Too bad no one will ever play with this again,” he thought to himself. He became more aroused as his dad’s cock began to harden in his own hand. He was so tempted to lean over right there and take it into his mouth, but he couldn’t, not yet.
Homer began to move a little and Bart was startled. But he knew that he had to continue with his plan.
“Hey, what the hell is going on here boy!” Homer yelled, “LET GO OF MY COCK!”.
“Now Homer, is that anyway to talk to me now that I am in charge? I have a secret I have been meaning to tell you, I am gay, and I know that you are a huge homophobe, so I am going to suck you off right here and now. Can’t be a homophobe if you have been sucked off by another guy, let alone your own son, right?”.
Bart leaned over and slowly took his father’s cock into his mouth. Bart had fantasized about giving a blowjob all his life, and now it was happening with his own father. Bart continued to suck on his father’s dick as he reached down and began to fondle the donkey-size balls.
“Bart! Stop! This isn’t right! I…am…your….ugghhh…..it feels so good! Yes, keep going boy! Yes!”
Bart was surprised that Homer was enjoying this so much, but he was more excited that it would be the last time his dad was going to be able to cum. He continued to bob his head up and down on Homer’s huge rod for another 15 minutes, until “YES! I am cumming Bart!” and his mouth was flooded by Homer’s huge cumload. Bart swallowed as much as he could, but some managed to slip out. He took a few minutes to lick his dad’s cock clean, and get everything clean for his upcoming work.
“That was excellent boy, but it was wrong, and I will have to beat you for it,” Homer said as he tried to pull at the hand cuffs.
“First things first Homer. You are still locked up, and I am still extremely upset about getting beaten earlier,” Bart said as he began to pull at his father’s pubes, “Homer, do you know what happens to human hair when a flame is exposed to it?” Bart reached down and pulled out a lighter, and slowly moved it closer to Homer’s cock and balls “cause you will in a second!”
Bart put the lighter right up against the bottom of Homer’s ball-sac and watched as his dad’s huge hairy balls became engulfed in flames.
“AHHHH! MY BALLS! MY BALLS ARE ON FIRE!” Homer screamed as he began to thrash his body around trying to put out the flames. Bart watched as the flames grew and began to travel up along his pubic hair and now engulfed his dad’s cock in a huge bright yellow flame. As quickly as the fire had came, it was gone as all the pubic hair burned away. Homer was whimpering as Bart sat looking at the burned ruins that had once been his father’s pride and joy.
“Well Homie, looks like your balls are a little sore, I know how we can make that better,” Bart said as he reached down and pulled out a bottle of salt he had brought up from the kitchen. Homer watched as Bart started to pour a mound of salt into his hand.
“No Bart! Please no! I won’t beat you again, I swear!”
“Oh I am afraid it is too late for that!” Bart said as he reached out and began smearing the salt all over Homer’s open wounds on his cock and balls from the burns. Homer was screaming uncontrollably now, he had never felt pain like this before. Bart sat back and watched as his father screamed in agony as the salt continued to burn on Homer’s cock and balls.
“Now Homer, it is time for the grand finale,” Bart said while he pulled out a firecracker that was at least 2 inches wide and about 10 inches long. “Do you remember when I blew up Mrs. Krabappel’s cat? Well I used a firecracker half this size”
Bart grabbed Homer’s cock and poured on some KY jelly his parents used for sex. He slowly began to jam his finger into Homer’s piss slit. “Bart, what are you doing?! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! Not my cock, please not my cock.”
Bart then inserted another finger into his piss-slit, followed by another. When the hole was big enough, he quickly pulled his fingers out and jammed the bottom end of the fire-cracker into the hole. He stood above his father, and with one hard push, jammed the entire length of the fire-cracker into Homer’s cock. Homer screamed in pain as it felt like his cock had been ripped open.
“Now one last touch,” Bart said as he pulled out two smaller fire-crackers and tape one to each of this father’s balls. Homer watched as his son attached the last fire-cracker and began to cry knowing that he was about to lose his manhood. Bart tied all of the fuses together and looked up at his father, “Homer, I am going to enjoy this” as he lit a match. Homer watched as Bart lowered the match down to the fuse and saw the sparks appear from the fuse. Bart backed away slowly and began to smile. He watched as Homer squirmed, trying to do any last thing he could to stop his fate.
“5….4…..3…” Bart counted down as the fuse shortened, “2….1….BOOM!”. Bart watched as his father cock erupted into a million tiny, bloody pieces that went flying across the room and across Homer’s belly. Homer was screaming at the top of his lungs as he too watched his cock disappear across the room. The fire-crackers attached to his balls were a little slower to fire, and Bart watched as those too exploded and sent his father’s donkey-sized balls flying across the room.
Bart sat for a minute pleased with his work. He walked up to his dad and looked him in the eyes.
“BART! YOU BASTARD! YOU BLEW MY COCK AND BALLS UP!” Homer screamed. All Bart could do was sit there and smile, as he slowly reached down and grabbed the head of Homer’s now destroyed cock, which had managed to fly all the way to Homer’s neck. He grabbed the piece of cock, and slowly put it in Homer’s mouth.
“Here dad, one last blowjob” and Bart walked out of the room.
“Please Principal Skinner, just don’t call Homer.”
It had been a month since the night Milhouse had toyed with Bart in his sleep and Lisa awaked. Since then, he had not had the opportunity to have sex again, with them or anyone else, even though Bart had slept at his house only a week ago. Milhouse had to resort to hand, but it was getting tiresome. After having a feel of both Simpson kids, he craved for more. Bart had quickly forgotten his strange wake of a month ago, but Lisa hadn’t. She had remained somewhat distant of him however. The sex had been good, but she was only interested in playing with Milhouse, not actually dating him. But even from afar, she could tell Milhouse wasn’t only interested in her. She noticed the glances he gave her brother’s butt and crotch area, even though Bart didn’t. Maybe she could do them both.
“Homer! Please, stop!” Lisa winced in agony.
Lisa Simpson was crying out her rage and her pain. Her rage because she was useless to stop the fiendish acts of Homer. She was too petite in front of his 200 pounds. And her pain because he was raping her.
It had all started when she was only 5 years old. Back then, she still looked up to him, he seemed to be there when she needed him the most, even if he was quite irresponsible. She loved him. He loved her for more then that. Actually, love wasn’t the right word. Homer just used her body for release. He didn’t like Lisa Simpson the person; only body she had. That’s why one warm summer night, he had come into her room.
Marge had left with her sisters to see a show and said she would only be coming back the day after. Homer had then decided to make Lisa into a woman, moreover, his woman. He had entered into her room with out a word.
Twas the night before XXXmas, in the Simpsons house
Everyone had been fucking, even the cat and mouse,
Homer and Bart were hung like two bears,
Both poking Marge and Lisa without care.
When the family was done, they took to their beds,
While visions of incest danced in their heads,
And Marge in her ‘kerchief, and Homer in a Mr. Plow cap,
Had just settled their loins for a long winter’s nap…
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Homer fell out of bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he tripped like a clod,
Tore down the curtains and was hit by the rod. (D’oh!)
The moon on the breast of Marge made him hard
But he turned his attention back to the front yard,
THE SPECIAL FEELING TREEHOUSE CLUB
by The Frinkman
came home disappointed.She had
bicycled all the way to the Springfield Library, only to discover it was
closed.Today was the library’s annual
how few people used the library in Springfield, there were an awful lot of
dusty books to clean.
no-book-reading town!” Lisa thought glumly to herself.
walked into the kitchen and discovered a note from her mom.It seems Homer got a toilet plunger stuck on
his head — again — and Marge had to take him to the Emergency Room.The note said Bart would be looking after
Maggie until they returned.
Sorry if my chapters are short, I always forget my ideas.:P
squirrel! DONT KILL ME!!! In case youre wondering, the
mother of all rabid squirrels was chasing Homer. Why? Well, let me
refresh your memory
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh-! Homer screamed bloody murder, right until
he hit the ground. The vortex had transported him in front of a HUGE
castle, with a giant lake in front of it. This seems oddly
familiar, Homer thought. He was hungry, so he decided to look for
meat and beer. Well, thats what he would have done, if something
hadnt caught his eye
That something happened to be the squirrel. You see,
Homer was still dazed from his fall, and the squirrel appeared to him
in the form of a deep-fried Krusty Burger.
That also would explain why the sky was yellow but on with the
story. He tried to eat the squirrel, and that brings us back to the
was Sunday afternoon and relatively quiet in the Simpson household,
the weather was not particularly good the rain had been falling for a
while it was chilly and seemed to effect the mood of the family. Well
most of it, Lisa was out in the country pony riding and from all
accounts the weather where she was was fine. Homer had taken his
usual position on the sofa watching the tv, Marge was busying her
self around the house Maggie was content in her high chair and Bart,
Bart was in his bedroom.
stretched, the programme he had been watching, or rather staring at
had gone to commercials, he swung his feet off the sofa and made his
way to the stairs noting Marge by the sink, he rose the stairs, the
loo was his destination and his bladder warned him not to take his
time, he reached the top and turned towards the bathroom, he walked
up the hall and saw Bart’s door ajar, Bart wasn’t to be seen as
he glanced and entered the bathroom. He relieved himself with a long
grateful sigh, he frowned, there had been no noises from Bart’s
room, no mutterings from his son nor the usual clangs and bangs from
the tv or the tv as it played one of his many video games, he
finished, did himself up and decided he would poke his head in on the
to his own word he did, he peeped in on Bart as he passed, his son
was quietly reading on his bed, Homer smiled and started to walk off,
he stopped and frowned and went into Bart’s bedroom, Bart looked up
and casually smiled, Homer sat on his bed and asked what was up, as
he sat Bart closed the large book and looked at his father as he
questioned him. Unbeknown to Homer Bart’s heart was racing like a
steam train, he could feel it beating wildly in his chest,
threatening to break out, he was surprised his father couldn’t hear
it. Hi Homer he said placing down the now closed book. What do you
mean what’s up. Homer smiled, One he said your reading which is too
much like learning and education and two, you closed the book too
quickly, almost hiding something from me he reached out for the book,
too late for Bart, he reacted too slowly.
heart skipped a beat, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes
tightly as he saw his dad open the book, the book on prehistoric
animals……with a most recent copy of play dude cleverly hidden
inside, no too cleverly he thought. WHAT THE..!! Exploded homer, bart
inwardly sighed, already resigned to the verbal beating he was no
doubt about to receive. He could see it now, rants raves and
groundings possibly even an ear clipping. Ready for whatever
punishment his father was going to dish out, he opened his eyes and
calmly looked a him, he had after all read it twice, so even taking
the thing would have only a limited effect, he saw his fathers
shocked face, it was a picture, one he would never forget and one he
wished he could capture and show Milhouse when he came back from his
deep glutteral growling began in homers throat, the amazingly it
subsided, homer was annoyed at the boy, this type of material was not
for one so young, but if obtained he knew he would have done the same
thing, with a composure of a more understanding father he simply
stood and took the magazine and decided to confront Marge and they
could both decide on a suitable punishment, he looked at bart with a
deep penetrating stare as he stood, homer wanted to laugh as he saw
his sons face, shocked, not at only being caught out but by his
was absolutely shocked he stared at the closed door as his father had
exited his bedroom for ages, unable to comprehend why he hadn’t
been throttled, verbally attacked, these types of things always
happened with homer, not the reaction he had just got……that was
more a Flanders reaction. His heart was still racing and his breath
deep but his mind was in a turmoil. He slipped from the bed and
gently opened the door, made his way to the top of the landing and
listened, his father had no doubt gone to his mom……what would her
stomped into the kitchen and slammed the magazine down on the kitchen
table causing marge to turn from her routine duties, she looked at
homer then the source of the slam, she stopped what she was doing
instantly as she kinda recognised the glossy magazine lying there.
Without another word she turned, placed down the cup she was washing,
dried her hands and walked over and sat at the table, pulling the
magazine towards her, she opened it. Homer watched her walk over, her
face was…..well it was normal, no anger, frustration, nothing she
simply sat and opened the thing.
glanced at the girlies within, semi naked and naked, legs open,
revealing all their female delights. Page after page. She obviously
knew her son was growing, becoming more and more curious, and no
doubt it was rife at school, older kids knowing more, the kids bart
hung around with he as bound to come into contact with this, and
alike. She sighed and looked at homer, she held his gaze for a few
seconds, seeing his and noting his anger, surprised and impressed
with his containment, she hadn’t heard any screams or bellows. He
is getting older she said. His mouth dropped open, he had expected
her to react angrily but to a lesser degree than him normally, but
with his subdued reaction he thought her normal reaction would have
paled his…..but nothing.
slumped in the chair before her, marge he said, its an adults
magazine…..full of naked women, he is our son, ten years old….is
that all you can say, I thought I had been soft, deciding to let you
dish out the punishment based on your annoyance, but I didn’t
expect this, I may as well give him the darned thing back and
subscribe to the monthly delivery of it for him. Marge smiled, very
funny, of course I am annoyed, well upset really but its not
unexpected, like I said he is growing up, he is curious. Homer
slammed his fist, he should be curious about different candies he
said loudly, not this……filth. He didn’t really mean filth, he
had to make it sound as if he wasn’t interested in it, he had to be
honest with himself as he had walked down the stairs been pissed his
son had seen this issue before he.
sighed, fine…..fine he said, he stood and picked up the magazine
and placed it into the trash bin firmly, I will decide what to do
about this while I am watching my programme, and with that he walked
out of the kitchen and back into the front room where he sank into
his sofa. What would the guys at work do, he pondered, probably pat
his son on the back before snatching the mag for themselves. This was
the type of thing they were always talking about at work, this
magazine, that magazine, this film that film, and lets face it homer
he thought to himself, you only join in the conversation with them
with as much gusto, its not as if he was against the stuff. They had
only recently been talking about the latest film out, apparently the
most risquever made with some hot and steamy bits, homer had
wished he had seen it……..then it hit him.
smiled, smiled at his own devilishness, he could kill two birds with
one stone here, he stood and walked into the kitchen, marge had
resumed her washing. Planning as he went he said to Marge, I have
decided on Bart’s punishment, she turned, punishment, yes said
Homer, even given the fact he is curious and growing up, he shouldn’t
be bringing and reading that material in the house, there is Lisa to
consider too, He was impressed with his delivery of his plan, Marge
had to concede he was correct, what do you intend to do, Homer
inwardly smiled, to be honest he said I am disappointed with you to
at you tame reaction, so I intend to fight fire with fire, so to
speak, Marge frowned, I am going to take him to that seedy little
cinema on the outskirts of town and make him watch whatever they have
on, not only will he see things full on it will in a kind of way be
tutorial and educational for him.
looked aghast, you cant do that he’s too young, to get in maybe
retorted Homer, but if he thinks he is old enough to read smut, well
he can watch it, hopefully he will be embarrassed with our presence
he’ll stay away from it in the future, our presence Marge
interrupted, yes said Homer, he’ll be more likely to be embarrassed
with his mother there than his father, and it might make you equally
embarrassed as to react differently in the future, if there is one. I
don’t know said Marge, perhaps we can ground him or something, I
doubt it would work said Homer, it hasn’t in the past, and I don’t
want an alternative now, just because your unhappy, like I said I was
upset at your reaction to this in the first place so I want you to be
Marge could argue Homer said, I have made my mind up, not only are we
going to do it, were going to do it today, he smiled as he got no
more response from his wife as he walked back into the front room. He
sat and looked at the tv, he was looking forward to seeing this film
his mates were all talking about.
had heard his mothers voice as she had been shown, obviously the
magazine, he was surprised and pleased she had taken it not only
calmly but had even defended him, he had expected her to scream and
bawl his name, he didn’t know how to react, eventually as he sat
there listening to the short discussion, the slamming of the bin, he
had expected the magazine to end up there, he heard his fathers
footsteps as he walked out of the kitchen, he had slid back away from
the landing rails out of sight of his father and returned to his
bedroom, he didn’t know what to do, he knew some form of punishment
would be dealt, he imagined it would be his games console plus
grounding and no doubt other things, he decided to get a bit of time
on his console before it was taken from him.
sat at the table, had she been too soft in her reaction she wondered,
was Homer right, why was Homer being so…..normal about this, normal
as in for someone else, this wasn’t like him at all, thinking about
things instead of flying off the handle, she was sure she was right,
Bart is growing up, he was bound to get into things like this, liking
it or disliking it wouldn’t make a difference, what she was unsure
of was Homers so called solution, she definitely didn’t think it
was right, it could have adverse affects on Bart, perhaps she should
talk to Homer, get him to see things differently at least his
solution, after all she didn’t want to be seen going into a seedy
cinema, even if it was on the edge of town, someone might see her.
After a few seconds she thought, if it’s a cinema, it wont be
pornographic, that type of activity was only in the cities, not hear
in Springfield, it would be tasteful……surely……perhaps this
might work, might be the right idea, could Homer be right??
the hour, Bart had been informed of his punishment, he had been
amazed nothing was being taken off him, no grounding nothing,
secretly he was pleased ,he was actually going to see a film, not
pictures like in a magazine….but a film, and a rude film his father
had said, he was a little unsure about his parents being there,
especially his mother, he suspected this was also part of the
punishment, embaressment he concluded, that did bother him, watching
a film like that with his mother there, that would definitely
embarrass him, he told his father so too, the reply he got
Hibbert said it was the
most extra ordinary case he had ever encountered,
Maggie maybe there
are such things as miracles, He Chuckled, Mrs Simpson, he
Announced Addressing Mom, With a case like this by Dinner-Time
Little Margaret is going to be on every newsstand in Springfield!
He ruffled my hair.
Only Lisa now knew I
could hear again and I decided to surprise the rest of my family over
Breakfast with a warm, morning welcome. I Planned Carefully.
My heart is racing, Im
creeping downstairs, after avoiding talking for Six Years I wonder if
I have forgotten how to, What will I say, What will I sound like?
Maybe Im dreaming.
I seize a lump of skin
on the back of my hand and pinch, Pain runs up my arm. I cant
even say OW! Oh God! Im very much awake, I can hear again.
But Milhouse still obliged his friend and Maggie followed, sucking on her pacifier as she descended the stairs on her own with uncanny dexterity for a baby. Once she reached the bottom, Maggie toddled after her brother and his friend, tripping on her own dress as she often did on flat even surfaces. She got to the couch just as Bart began setting up the scenario which would all but ensure Milhouse’s demise and began whimpering to the two boys. Groaning, Bart looked down to his baby sister and quickly smelled the problem.
“Hey, go change Maggie for me while I set this up.” Bart said nonchalantly. He welcomed Milhouse’s distraction, it would help him hide all the handicaps he would give his friend in the game, but Milhouse was shocked. He had never changed a diaper before, not to mention even have to deal with a baby so matter of factly. He usually caved to Bart’s demands, but at some point, a line had to be drawn.
PPPPPPPPPPP Note: in this story, WWII actually
begins just after January 1st, 1945.P
PPPPPPPPPPP Molly looked up at her tiger sitting
across the table from her, forcing her bloodshot eyes to focus on his equally bedraggled
PPPPPPPPPPP So Michael.P Which one of us had the great idea of taking
advanced chemistry and Calculus this year?P
The fourteen-year-old bearess asked.P
Michael pushed his text book aside and groaned.
PPPPPPPPPPP I think it was your idea to take
calc and I decided to make a clean sweep of it and take chemistry.P He paused, Wheres Jereem?
PPPPPPPPPPP At a movie with Hannah.P Molly said.P
Hes aced all the tests he doesnt even have to show up for the final
to get an A She smiled tiredly.P He
was going to come here and give us a hand, but I convinced him to go to the