Summary
While Marge was gone, Santa's Little Helper has just swallowed Maggie whole.
Marge has returned, and Bart stands with SLH with Maggie's pacifier.
SLH has an extreme taste for barbecue sauce
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Without a moments hesitation, he pried open Santa's Little Helper's mouth, and shoved the pacifier down his throat, as Maggie continued to squirm inside of him. He coughed and wheezed as Bart's arm stretched down into his stomach. Bart pulled it out, the pacifier now gone, Santa's Little Helper panting after that unpleasantness.
But still, Maggie was crying, she must not had noticed. Bart got to his knees, and rattled Santa's Little Helper's belly around. Santa's Little Helper yelped, whilst Maggie seemed to stop crying to a moment... All threee of them were still for a moment, before Maggie crawled into a ball slowly inside of the dog. "Phew!" Bart exclaimed.
Suddenly, Marge returned to the garden, flustered. "Bart, Bart have you seen maggie?". Bart was on his knees, his arms still hugging Santa's Little Helper, or at least what looked like hugging.
"Oh! Maggie, um, she was looking very sleepy. I put her in the cot for you!" Bart said, more convincing than usual!
Marge smiled and scruffed Bart's hair. "Aww Bart, my special little guy!" she said, before she headed to the kitchen to start preparing dinner, poking her head out the window though, she say Bart, still on his knees, his arms wrapped around the dog. "You'd better come in Bart, its starting to get dark!"
Bart gulped. There was no way he could keep this undercover for long. What would he do? From under Barts hand, Maggie pushed and stretched, as she huddled into a more comfortable position. Bart had to move, quick.
He stuck Marge's BBQ sauce in his shorts, before picking the dog up, with quite some effort, his knees wobbling as he put effort into keeping himself stood up.
"Oh Santa's Little Helper, you're really heavy!" Bart said, before the dog looked back with a vacant expression, licking his face...
Bart stepped into the living room... "Now what" he thought, before he heard the front door close. Homer lazily stumbled towards the fridge, before pulling out a cold Duff, and collapsing onto the kitchen chair. "Ooooh Marge, why does they make me work Saturday?".. "I've told you before Homer" Marge replied, "We need that extra money if we're going to cover this debt".. They continued to have their deep discussion. Bart seized this opportunity, "Nows my chance"....
He ran towards the stairs, Santa's Little Helper flopped in his arms, Maggie slopping around inside of him as if he were a huge water balloon. With all his strength, Bart carried the dog up the stairs and into his room, before he shut the door... He dropped Santa's Little Helper on the bed, before collapsing on the floor himself.. Bart was exhausted.
"Uuuugh! What am I going to do!?" Bart cried in disbelief. He looked over at Santa's Little Helper, who was laying on his side, across the bed, his stomach glowing, pumping outward, barely containing Maggie. His belly twitched, as Maggie sucked on her pacifier inside of him, clearly audible.. Utterly confused, Santa's Little Helper started to scratch the bump with his hind legs, whimpering a little.
"Why did you eat her boy, why?" Bart cried, approaching Santas Little Helper. The poor dog's eyes shot open, now staring straight at Bart, confused and frightened. "Do you realize how much trouble we're in now? They.. They could ground me for... for three weeks!". The dog hid his face under his paw as Bart raised his arms in anger... Bart looked into his dogs eyes, before calming down, disappointed in himself.. "I'm, I'm sorry boy" Bart said, as he sat next to him, and started to rub, what was surely, an aching stomach. "It must have been an accident, you wouldn't do a thing like that, would you?"... The dog looked back, his tail beginning to wag... "Would you boy, huh?" said Bart playfully, and he tickled the dog's belly, "Who's my buddy?". Santas Little Helper gave a playful bark.... before beginning to cough, loudly...
"Wha-whats the matter boy?" Bart replied... but before he could do anything, he heard a scream from outside... "MUUUUUM! SOMEBODYS STOLEN MAGGIE!"
Lisa raced down the stairs. Barts face turned white. "Oh no, its happening" he thought. He raced for Maggies room. As expected, there sat her cot, in the dark... Barts mind raced, but he couldn't think of anything.
"Maggies GONE?" Marge yelled, as she obviously received the news...
Bart gripped on the cot, before beginning to cry, this was it. He was getting in deep deep trouble for sure.... before he felt a patting on his leg, as Santa's Little Helper attempted to grab his attention... Bart looked down, the dogs face was purple, as he gave huge heaving coughs.. He was choking. Bart hit him on the back hard, the dog hunching over... With one final slap, Maggie shot out of the dogs mouth onto the floor.. She was covered in saliva... "Maggie!!" Bart cried, now with tears of happiness! "You're ok! You're ok!"... Bart held her high into the air, and she looked back with her huge eyes!... before Marge and Lisa entered the room...
Santa's little helper hid under the cot, out of sight...
"Wha.. I" Lisa stumbled in utter confusion..
"What is the meaning of this?" Marge demanded...
"I.. erm...." Bart replied... the dog's saliva dripping down onto the floor from the bottom of Maggies dress "I, er... gave her a bath!"
Lisa stared at Bart, questionably...
"You gave her, a bath?" Marge replied
"Yeah, I erm... didn't exactly dry her off..."
"Hey he's lying" Lisa yelled...
"Well excuse me sis, but I couldn't exactly do a decent job if you're raising the roof around here!"
Marge groaned, before turning to Lisa. "Lisa, go to your room"
"WHAT!?" Lisa shouted, "But muuum!!"
"I lost Maggie once today, and its unfair for you to send me in a panic when you dont know yourself where she is! Now go to your room!"
Lisa slowly walked towards her room... before turning her head to Bart, hatred spread wide across her face... Bart gulped. As the two left the room, all Bart could feel was how relieved he was that Maggie was ok. He dried her off with a spare towel, then put her to bed. She drifted quickly, and calm into a deep sleep.
Bart then looked under the cot, to find Santa's Little Helper. He looked shocked... "Come on boy, we need to get you something real to eat" Bart said, before taking him to his room, and digging out candy bars for the dog. Santa's Little Helper without a second thought in his head, let alone a first, instantly scoffed down the candy, before drifting off to sleep on Barts bed...
Bart went downstairs to have his dinner. As Lisa continued to give him a evil look, he was just glad the whole ordeal was over...
The two of them sat together to watch Itchy and Scratchy.. The room was strangly quiet...
Itchy ran after Scratchy with a chainsaw in his hands, before Scratchy whipped out a phone. He dialled a number, there was a ring at the door.
"So what really happened Bart?" Lisa asked.
"What do you mean? Scratchy's ringing the exterminator, we've seen this one!"
"Dont play dumb with me Bart, I mean with Maggie!"
"Really, I was giving her a bath, like I told you"
"Oh yeah? Well how come I was brushing my teeth at the same time? I distinctly dont remember you bathing Maggie.."
Bart gulped..
Scratchy answered the door, it was the mouse exterminator... Itchy screamed, running quickly up Scratchys chest and jumping into his mouth, zipping his lips shut... The exterminator asked where the mouse was, Scratchy looked around, but couldnt see him. He shrugged his shoulders, and the exterminator left... Itchy chuckled inside....
"I dont know what you're hiding Bart, but Maggie is a defensless little girl. She's not some kind of toy you can experiment with."
"Lisa" Bart replied "Why are you making a scene out of nothing? Maggie is sleeping in her bed right now, safe and sound. Theres nothing to be worrying about! I think you're just panicing over your exam on Monday!"
Lisa growled.
Itchy jumped out of Scratchys mouth onto the floor, a long fuse following him out, stretching down into Scratchys throat. Itchy jumped onto a detonaitor. Scratchy connecting the dots, realized what had happened, before letting out a feeble yelp, then exploding, his bones lodging themselves into the surrounding walls.... Lisa switched off the TV.
"Hey! I was watching that Lisa!"
"One thing was clear as day up there Bart, you were lying, and whats worse, you were lying to mom. I'm going to find out what you're hiding Bart.." she said before heading to her room..
Bart was puzzled. He shook it away, before heading to the bedroom. Closing the door, Bart yawned, it was getting late. Santas Little Helper still sound asleep, but his stomach grumbled, he hadn't had enough to eat today... Bart stripped off then threw on his pyjamas, before heading into bed....
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"Get up, Get up! We're late for church!"
Bart and Santas Little Helper both show awake, as the shouting pierced the silence. Bart locked the door, and groaned.. "Ooooh, church?!? I hate Sundays, church, then sunday school, then a boring lazy Sunday evening... I need to bail, I need to..."
Then, a lightbulb lit inside of Bart's head... Still in his pyjamas, he took the bottle of BBQ sauce from inside his shorts on the floor, before turning to Santa's Little Helper.
"You've gotta help me on this one boy!" Bart said, the dog staring back, with the fainted idea of what Bart had just said.
