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Chapter
Nine:Malibu Stacy Museum
The
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.”
The
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.
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
upstairs.
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
scurried off.
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.
The next night I spent about an hour getting ready, longer than I ever had before, and this wasnt even including the time I put into choosing an outfit and accessories the night before. Now I was clad in a fuchsia, one-strap dress gilded with sparkles and was putting on my bright white, lace-up sandals. My usual band of white pearls reclined on my dresser for the night, as I had chosen a more impressive collar of pure gold with a sole diamond at its tip. I sang a little ballad as I got ready, unaware that my brother was standing at my door. That is, until he started snickering.
I gasped and jumped as I saw him. Bart, what are you doing, watching me? I couldve been naked, for all you know!
Between laughs, Bart replied, An hour after your shower? Please, even youre not that much of a prima donna.
AUTHORESS’S NOTE: This is the final chapter of the story, and I just wanted to thank all my readers and all my reviewers from the bottom of my heart. You have all motivated and inspired me to continue writing this story, and each of you means a great deal to me. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :) I also hope you follow me as I embark on other stories, for I will be sure to follow yours! Thank you again so much, and enjoy the last segment of “Unexpected Connections”.
Yeah, yeah, of course we can talk, I stammered as I jumped off the couch anxiously. I felt like I couldnt breathe; I was so unprepared to see Mr. Smithers again that day, to see him again anytime soon, and there he was. Standing in my living room, wanting to talk to me. It was so surreal and wonderful and frightening and I wasnt sure how to deal with the situation. It had always been I who sought Mr. Smithers out before, excluding the one time he called me on the phone, which was scary in its own right, but it wasnt like this.
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.
Monty Burns sat in the back row, feeling foolish in the ruffled dress
shirt he had promised to wear. Really, though, it was all the crying
made him the most uncomfortable.
He had to admit, though. The bride looked beautiful in her pure white
gown, and Waylon Smithers looked rather dashing as well, in his
rented tux. His faithful assistant looked so happy, to be standing up
there, repeating those vows that Burns had decided years ago were
both frivolous and downright doltish.
After the ceremony, Burns had followed the other guests to the
reception just outside the church. He tried taking another seat in
the back, but Smithers pulled him forward.
This is my boss. Smithers said, motioning to him. His new wife
stood there, beaming at him.
It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Burns. She said, shaking his hand
and smiling a genuine smile.
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The day after the party, I was experiencing a thesaurus of sentiments. This seemed to be a usual state for me now that I was in love. I sighed and swung back and forth on a swing during recess at school alone. No one seemed to notice my pensive mood, and why should they have? It wasnt really that my pensiveness was different. It was more the cause of it that had changed from matters of the world to matters of the heart.
Finally, someone approached me and sat on the swing next to me. Unfortunately, that someone happened to be my brother. Hey, Lis. Whats with the long face? I thought you and Mr. Smithers got on pretty well last night. He smiled mischievously. Aw, whats the matter? He didnt take you back to his apartment like you were hoping? Aw, Im sorry. Maybe on the second date, though. Dont worry. He seems like a traditional guy. Hes probably just waiting for the right time.
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.
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