“Wow!” Tommy exclaimed. “This playground is really big!”
Actually, our school’s gym was pretty small. There were only two basketball hoops, our assembly stage, and tape all over the floor. The assortment of balls, jump ropes, hula hoops, timers, baskets, and many other types of physical equipment were stashed behind a big closet type door. But I guess if you’ve never been in a gym before, you can say it’s pretty big.
Danny laughed. “It’s called a gym, Tommy.”
“Really?” Tommy asked, with a surprised look on his face. “Who’s Jim?”
Danny laughed once more and was about to answer Tommy’s question when I heard a gasp escape his mouth. I turned around to see what Danny was looking at. I let out a gasp too. Standing a few feet from us was Bart Simpson and a lady who I assumed was his mom.
She was way different than Bart. And not just because of her appearance. Bart’s mom was nice and kind and very joyful. She was much taller (of course) and seemed like she was a slim woman before she became pregnant. Bart’s mom wore a green T-shirt, a big pair of jeans, red high heel shoes, and a red necklace. But what really amazed me was her hair. It was dark blue and was like three feet above her head! If not, more. I wondered how she got it to do that.
“Thank you so much for helping me, Didi.” Bart’s mom said, gratefully. “I really appreciate it! After all, I’m working for two now.” She patted her round stomach as she said it.
“Not a problem, Marge!” Mrs. Pickles cried. “Besides, I’m happy to help. Have you picked out a name for her yet?”
“Not yet.” Mrs. Simpson answered. “Homer keeps saying he wants to name her Ms. Madison Jessie, but I keep telling him no.”
Mrs. Pickles sighed. “Boys will be boys.” she said, shaking her head. “Stu wanted to name Tommy Malcolm Finn Pickles. So, when we chose the name, I made Tommy’s middle name Malcolm that way we would both be happy.”
Mrs. Simpson nodded. “I know Bart’s excited to meet his new baby sister. Aren’t you Bart?”
Bart grinned. “Yes, Mommy.” he said innocently. “I’m looking forward to spending time with the new baby.”
My eyes grew wide with surprise. ‘I couldn’t talk until I was two!’ I thought. ‘Bart’s an early bloomer! Look how he’s using that innocent act to kiss up to his mom. He’s just like Angelica, except much less worse.’ I shuttered. ‘He makes me sick.’
“Oh, look Bart!” Mrs. Simpson suddenly exclaimed, pointing to us. “It’s your little friends from the park! Go over and say hi to them!”
Bart smiled. “Okay, Mommy!” he cried.
Bart toddled over to us. The closer he got, the bigger his frown.
“So,” Bart said, glaring at Danny, “we meet again.”
“Yeah.” Danny said, angrily. “What’s it to you?”
Bart smirked. “Oh, nothing.” he mumbled, turning around and flexing his eight fingers. “It’s just that my Mommy said I’ve been such a good little boy lately that I get to come to the dance tomorrow night! Have you been a good little boy, Danny?” Bart asked, spinning around to face him. “Or have you been tripping other innocent kids on skateboards?”
Danny gave Bart an even bigger glare. “No.” he answered. “What are you, Bart? The skateboard patrol person now?”
To my surprise, Bart shook his head. “Nope!” he cried. “I’m part of the slingshot patrol!” He quickly rummaged through his diaper and pulled out a wooden slingshot.
‘You have got to be kidding me!’ I thought. ‘He has a slingshot too? Is there anything that Bart Simpson can’t do?!’
“Cool!” Tommy exclaimed. “Where did you get that?”
Danny slapped his forehead.
“I maked it!” Bart said, proudly.
“Whoa!” I cried. Danny and Tucker glared at me, and I quickly caught myself. “I mean, time out! You made this?”
Bart nodded happily. “Why? Do you likes it or something?” he asked as casually as he could.
I hesitated for a moment. Then I nodded. “I think it’s awesome!”
“HUH?!” my friends all cried at the same time.
Danny turned to Bart again. “Hey, Bart.” he started. “I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but can we all talk to Sam in private for a moment?”
“Eh, whatever.” Bart said, glancing down at his slingshot and waving us off to his right.
“Thanks.” Danny said, with no expression on his face.
We all walked toward the gym door. Once he was sure we were out of earshot, Danny turned toward me and sternly whispered, “Sam! What the heck were you thinking? You can’t encourage the enemy!”
“Yeah!” Tucker cried. “The next thing you know, you’ll be hanging out with kids just like him!”
“What did I do wrong?” I asked, madly. “It’s not like I told him to eat sand and then jump off the school building!”
“Although, that would be a good idea!” I heard Phil whisper to Lil.
“Plus, how can you expect to believe that he made that slingshot?” Danny asked. “It looks perfect! Babies can’t make slingshots that look that perfect! No offense, you guys.” he quickly added.
The babies shrugged. “Fine by us!” they exclaimed in unison.
“Anyways, you can’t like him, Sam!” Chuckie cried. “He’s just…. He’s just plain not very nice!”
I sighed. “But, I know there’s some good in Bart.” I said, eagerly. “It’s just deep down inside his heart where he can’t quite reach it yet! Can’t we just let him join our ghost group?” I asked. “Or we can have a group meeting! We’ll ask Bart some questions and see if he’s worthy enough to join. Just please do something to help save us from having only eight members! Please!”
Everyone was in an awkward, hesitating position. I knew this wasn’t a good sign….
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