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-1Maggie
carefully opened the door, as quiet as she could. She had heard Marge
leave for the shops a while ago. The house was quite empty and
silent, except for the sound of Maggies door creaking silently,
and something that could be identified as Santas Little Helper
rummaging in the kitchen.
Hello,
boy, Maggie said and dropped to her knees. Santas Little Helper
happily greeted her by drooling on her t-shirt and licking her face.
I actually missed you, Maggie whispered and scratched him
behind the ears.
Getting
to her feet, she looked at the door of the fridge. It looked much the
same as the last time she saw it. She opened the door and started
searching the contents of the fridge. She found a bar of chocolate
and sat down at the kitchen table, studying the expiration date. She
remembered being told about the time Homer had eaten a pack of old
baking soda on a dare. Homer she shook her head. She mustnt
think of her father now.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP KISS
ME
PPPPPPPPPPP Note: in this story, WWII actually
begins just after January 1st, 1945.P
PPPPPPPPPPP June
1946.
PPPPPPPPPPP Molly looked up at her tiger sitting
across the table from her, forcing her bloodshot eyes to focus on his equally bedraggled
face.
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
movie.
Sorry about Maggie, kind of a lame explanation why she wasnt at the funeral but itll have to do. Also, Im not sure how much younger Maggie is than the other kids, so please write me a message and correct me if Im wrong Sorry again!
Marge opened the door as quietly as she could, but before she had closed it she heard the scraping of chairs and footsteps hurrying out into the hall.
Where were you last night? Lisa said and frowned. We were worried.
I I ended up sleeping with Mr Flanders and couldnt bother to leave earlier. I fell asleep on Mr Flanders couch. We were, ehm, watching some home videos, she lied and looked at her children.
Maggies here, Lisa said and felt something stir inside of her. She she wished she could have come, she covered for her sister, who had run away two years ago after a big fight between her and Homer. Lisa knew Maggie hated their father bitterly, but she had still looked a bit shaken up when she arrived at their door.
The sound of someone knocking on the office door drifted over to Monty.
Come in. He called, still watching the workers below him.
A minute later, Burns heard a tray being set on his desk, and the soft sound of papers being set beside the tray.
I have your lunch, and your mail. Davies said.
Excellent. Montgomery said, as he turned his chair around to face his desk. He picked up his sandwich. Open those for me. I can’t do it while I eat.
Davies was tempted to roll his eyes. The similarities never ended. Obviously, the young Burns had seen his father at work multiple times. Instead of eye-rolling, Davies picked up the first envelope and tore it open.
Who is it from? Burns asked before biting into his sandwich.
Davies looked at the front of the envelope. It’s from the Selective Services.
Chapter 2
The next morning,
preparations were underway in the office of Mr. Burns. Homer Simpson,
the safety inspector of the plant and two other ubiquitous employees,
Lenny and Carl, have agreed to come in early for a substantial
compensation. They are busy decorating the office for what appeared
to be a party. Mr. Burns gives instructions:
Thats
ityesright there. Excellent! he chortles.
Youre sure he
doesnt suspect anything? Lenny asks.
Oh, no, Im
certain. Ive been extra demanding and abusive all week just to
make sure he wouldnt catch on, Burns replies.
When all the crepe and
streamers are hung, Lenny and Carl unfurl a banner announcing
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR.
SMITHERS. Homer has already been distracted by the catered goodies
lying on a long table for the breakfast buffet.
Call of the Simpsons
By
JennaWrites
Chapter 1: The
Adventure Begins
One sunny
afternoon, Homer was resting in the hammock.
Homer sighed,
Ahh, what perfect day. Its just my hammock, a duff, and me.
No work. No boy
(Bart). But most importantly, no Flanders.
Did you call
my name neighboroonie? Flanders asked on the other side of the
fence. Homer complained, Doh! Stupid Flanders! Now my afternoon is
ruined!
Flanders said
Well Homer, not meaning to be such a bother but
Too late,
Homer replied.
But shouldnt
you be at work today? Flanders asked.
Then Homer got
up, thinking of an excuse why he isnt at work.
Uhh my
boss is sick today, so work was cancelled.
Aww, what a
shame, Flanders said feeling bad for Homers boss, Mr. Burns.
THE SIMPSONS:
THE SIMPSON BOY:
Chapter
One:
One Day
On The Internet
Bart
Simpson, ten year old underachiever and proud of it, was surfing the
web for information on a topic he had learned about in Science class
the other day.
Okay
everyone, said. Today were going to learn about
Virtual Reality also known as VR. she told the class. Now
then, she began. Virtual Reality was first designed as a way to
train military soldiers. she explained. However, the idea of a
virtual game was soon thought of and many tried to find a way to
perfect the process. she continued as Bart listened which was
something he normally never did. Today, there are virtual tours of
museums and virtual training programs for astronauts. she said
just as the bell rang. Class dismissed. she said. And
remember children theres more information about VR on the
internet. she shouted as the kids ran out the door. Ill have
to check that out. Bart thought. As the idea strangely had caught
his attention.
Charles Montgomery Burns sat in his office, eyes closed, resting comfortably in a large chair. He figured his rest was well-deserved. After all, he had just come home from World War 2 less than a month ago, and being a war hero was tiring.
His calm was shattered when the phone rang. Burns merely glared at it as he waited for his assistant to pick it up.
The man, a short and round man by the name of Jacobs (or was it Jackson?) came rushing in and picked up the phone.
Hello? Burns’ assistant said, and went quiet as someone on the other line started talking. Mr. Burns closed his eyes again, but didn’t keep them closed for long.
Sir? It’s the hospital. Your mother has been hit by a car.
Mr. Burns opened only one eye, however, and used it to look at Jacobs curiously. Did the man really need to tell him this? Oh well, it was best to deal with it the only way he knew how.
Smithers arrived at my house a couple hours earlier not only to cook the meal but also to bathe and clothe me nicely for the event. Usually I enjoyed being so completely dependent on Smithers, but sometimes I detested it. This was one of those times. I felt so filled with self-loathing and inadequacy. But Smithers didnt seem to notice. He scrubbed my corrugated, old skin with the same tenderness and normalcy he always did.
So, tell me about this woman. Whats her name?
Clara Remington.
Been married?
Once.
Kids?
Not yet.
This answer set me back a bit, but I continued. What does she do for a living?
Shes the curator for the new modern classics museum over on Broadway. Thats how we met, actually. I was pouring plaudits upon the fabulous doll gallery, and we got to talking. She actually recognized me as being the owner of the largest Malibu Stacey collection in the world, and I told her she could come see it sometime, and well, one thing led to another.