Adventures in Springfield

chapter 1

The day was a normal, bright but cloudy day. The houses along Evergreen Terrace were quiet. However inside one there was a bit of arguing going on. "Bart, do the laundry." the blue haired lady, Marge, said to her spiky haired ten-year-old son.

A girl, who was taller than the boy, but skinnier than him, stood next to him. Her hair was in an updo with a plait running across the top of her head. "Uh-oh..." she says quietly.

The boy, Bart, moaned a bit and did as told. He collected Homer's white shirts and took them down to the basement and tossed them in. He did the best to his abilities and he shrugged and tossed in his red baseball cap. He then started the machine and came back upstairs. 

"You remember what's coming up in a few days, right, Stacey?" a spiky haired girl named Lisa holding a baby with similar hair asked.

"Yeah, of course, Lis... You'll be eight." Stacey says with a smile. She was the one who barely forgot anyone's birthday or any other special day.

Marge was cooking what they were having for dinner. The baby, who was called Maggie, sucked on her pacifier.

"You remembered, right, Mom?" Lisa asked Marge. 

Bart came upstairs as the washing machine was rocking back and forth.

"Sure, sure honey..." Marge says, a bit busy right then.

Stacey looked at Bart and then Lisa. She raised an eyebrow at Marge. Maggie sucked on her pacifier, looking at Lisa. Lisa sighed a little, hoping everyone would remember her birthday and she would have a good day. At least Stacey was there for her.

Homer came in, feeling hungry and sniffed the air inside his house as he came into the kitchen. "Dinner almost ready?"

"Yes, Homie... Will be done soon..." Marge tells her husband, smiling.

"Lisa, can you come up to our room a moment?" Stacey asks her younger sister, smiling.

Maggie sucked her pacifier.

Homer wooted, then looked at his very dirty shirt and shrugged. "Meh, that stain will come out..." 

"Sure." Lisa smiled, then handed Maggie to Bart and went upstairs with her elder sister.

"Aw, gross!" Bart winced.

"Bart's just put some washing in the laundry..." Marge told Homer.

Maggie glared at Bart, sucking her pacifier angrily. Bart glared back, growling.

"You better not have screwed it up, boy!" Homer threatened his only son.

Marge went to check on dinner again. Maggie literally spat her pacifier at Bart's head. Bart grunted in pain and rubbed his head. Maggie got out of Bart's arms, picked up her pacifier and brushed it on her onsie and then stuck it in her mouth. She then gave a squeaky 'hmf' and walked away as best she could.

"Kids these days..." Bart huffed, then climbed into a chair next to Homer. "Dinner, dinner, dinner!" the boy pounded his hands against the table with a fork and knife. 

Marge chuckled. She brought out plates of food and placed them on the table. "I'll just go and get Lisa and Stacey." she says.

Homer joined Bart in the chanting and they started eating like pigs.

Stacey took Lisa up to their shared room. She reached under her bed and pulled out something for Lisa. It was a medium flat box.

"What is it?" Lisa looked with content and excitement.

Stacey smiled happily. "It's something you can open before your birthday." she says. She handed it to the young girl.