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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.
Bright and early, Montgomery Frederick Burns arrived at his son’s
mansion. He knocked on the door and waited.
A few minutes passed, and a servant opened the door.
Monty will be down in a moment. He said.
It’s Mr. Burns! An angry voice yelled from somewhere
The servant rolled his eyes. Mr. Burns will be with you in
a moment. He corrected himself.
With his tie and jacket draped over his elbow, and his shirt only
half-buttoned, Monty Burns appeared at the top of the stairs. One
more slip up, Reginald, and you’re fired. One. You’re lucky. You get
a strike. Think carefully. Was Mona that lucky? Burns raised an
eyebrow and glared down at his servant.
Reginald shook his head, and looked at the floor. No, she wasn’t.
Be glad you still have a job and all your fingers, then. Of
course, I can’t let this slide unnoticed. You’ll get a 40 pay cut
until you can prove you deserve full pay. Now off with you. Burns
motioned vaguely with one hand, and Reginald muttered ‘Yes, sir’ and
The next time I was at the plant, which was the Saturday subsequent to the one on which I nearly demolished my dads sector with my licentious intentions, I made myself out to be an even greater fool than Mr. Smithers already likely thought I was.
On that Saturday, while on my way to the water fountain by the cafeteria, I overheard what sounded like an intense conversation between Mr. Smithers and Mr. Charles Montgomery Burns, the highest-level executive in the company. I knew I should have kept walking on my merry way to the fountain, but instead, I lingered by the open door and eavesdropped.
What were you thinking, hiring that woman as our new controls system design engineer? Shes an embarrassment to our corporation! Mr. Burns exclaimed with ire.
Mr. Smithers replied, bewildered, But sir, she has a degree from Dartmouth, a mass of experience with HVAC design, current security clearance
Nine:Malibu Stacy Museum
Simpsons are now in the Malibu Stacy Museum, but it isn’t what they
thought it was. They follow a tour guide through the musuem. “Stacy.
Often times called Malibu Stacy.” The goth looking tour guide
says plainly. “Famous for the slaughter of the Malibians.”
The second tour guide leans over and whispers into the other’s ear.
“Sorry. The people of Malibu. Let the people talk about his
so-called crimes against humanity.” The Simpsons stand in shock
at what they are hearing. Lisa looks like she’s about to cry. Bart is
the only one who seems to be enjoying this. “This museum is
dedicated to the Stacy that no one knew.”
second tour guide takes over. “The husband, the father, and the
ballroom dancer.” Homer whips his head in the direction of the
tour guide quickly.
hackrcam wrote a parody song to bingo so I wrote one to enter
sandman. However his was kind of good mine kind of sucks
prayers fat one
forget, my oaf
in, warm within
free from Marge
duffman he comes
one eye open
your pillow tonight
take my beer
going to visit never never land
wrong, shut up Marge
arent of duff light
war, drinks of liars
things that will paralyse.
Now I lay
me down to imbibe
lord my soul to sober
If I die
before I wake
lard in soil to drink
As the bus arrived at the power plant, the only thing I anticipated was seeing my dad, although I was also nervous about this event because he always seemed to find a way to embarrass me. This time it was by the candy machine.
As we were ambling by, looking for our tour guide, I saw my dad with one hand in the candy machine, reaching without success to pull a Twix bar from one of the slots. I waved to him as our eyes met and stopped to give him a hug.
Lisa! What are you doing here? my dad asked cheerfully but confusedly.
I chuckled. Dad, dont you remember? My field trip is today.
Oh. Well, that explains why you kept saying you couldnt wait to see me at the plant today at breakfast, my dad replied.
I laughed. Do you need some help with the candy machine?
No, no, I got it.
NOTE TO THE READERS: I just wanted to clear up the timeline for this story. This story is intended to take place before most of Lisa’s main interactions with Mr. Smithers on the show. This is before she sees his screensaver of Burns or helps him on the mountain, et cetera. Just wanted to make that clear, for purposes of this story making sense later on:) Thank you all for reading and reviewing. It truly means a lot to me! Hope you enjoy the next chapters, and please continue to R&R!
The rest of the school week fluttered by more rapidly than I was accustomed to. Every day seemed surreal, as my thinking periods were filled with new ideas for jazz compositions and innovative art designs, but mostly Mr. Smithers. I told myself that it wasnt a crush. No, it couldnt be that. He was much older than me, and besides, Lisa Simpson didnt waste her time with meaningless things like crushes. It was just a fascination. That was all.
It was a
hot summer day, a kind of day that made you want to swim all day long
in the cold inviting water. Maggie longed to be in water; even if she
couldnt swim it didnt matter if it was cold but she had no such
luck. Today was her first day of high school; she was now 13 and was
enjoying some what of a normal life.
baby is all grown up. Marge says combining Maggies hair even
though it was already the way Maggie liked it.
school, Ill tell you about high school. It sucks, one day youre
the top dog and the next youre pushed into rubbish cans, mocked by
nerds and bored to death by boring lessons about what forces act on
air planes. Bart says, watching T.V while observing his excited
told you not to tell her about high school. Lisa says, after
finishing her breakfast of toast and a cup of tea, it tasted so good
because it was her mother that made it. Lisa was returning to
university, she wanted to become a doctor and had worked her ass off
last year to pass.
The next day at school was greatly the same as the ones that preceded it. I sat in my tiny desk, intently listening to Mrs. Hoover despite every fiber of my being opposing this function. I did my work quickly and efficaciously; I completed with success before most of the other students had begun writing the date on their papers. And then I was left to think. This was my favorite time of the school day, the time in each class when I was done with my work and could have the rest of the period to dream, create, and imagine.
It was not that I didnt enjoy learning. It was definitely not that at all. Learning was my deepest pleasure. It was that the fact that I wasnt learning, or at least not as much as I should have been. Occasionally, we would study a branch of science that was foreign to me or a war of which I did not confidently know the details. However, this was the exception, and most days I spent taking unnecessarily precious heed to material I already knew.