Here's the first part of a fanfiction based on *The Simpsons* universe:
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**The Simpsons: The Next Generation**
**Bart vs. Sideshow Bob: Part 1**
It was a quiet morning in Springfield, at least by its usual standards. The skyline of the small town was the same as ever, dotted with familiar landmarks: Moe's Tavern, the Kwik-E-Mart, and the towering cooling towers of the nuclear plant. Life seemed to be moving forward for everyone—except Bart Simpson.
Now 18, Bart had matured—at least somewhat. He was still the troublemaker everyone knew, but there was something more thoughtful about him now, a reflection of years of pranks, detentions, and, of course, endless battles with his arch-nemesis, Sideshow Bob. High school graduation was approaching, and as much as Bart joked about never making it, he knew this was a chapter of his life he was about to close.
Meanwhile, Sideshow Bob, who had been quiet for several years after his last failed plot to kill Bart, had resurfaced. Rumors had circulated in the criminal underworld that Bob had been released from prison, supposedly rehabilitated. However, anyone who knew Bob understood that he was never really done with Bart Simpson.
Bart, now sporting a slight stubble and slightly taller, walked down the halls of Springfield High. His mischievous grin was still present, but his eyes showed a glimmer of caution. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was coming. His once carefree attitude was shadowed by a sixth sense developed from years of avoiding death at the hands of Sideshow Bob.
In the school's library, Lisa sat, deeply engrossed in a book about political theory. At 16, Lisa had already outgrown Springfield intellectually. With scholarships pouring in from Ivy League schools, she was destined for a future of influence and change. Bart, though proud of her, couldn't help but feel the weight of his own uncertainty. What was his future? College? A job? He couldn't picture himself in any of those scenarios.
That night, as Bart lay in bed, tossing a baseball in the air, the family TV droned in the background. Homer snored in the room next door, and Marge quietly hummed while knitting. Just as Bart was beginning to doze off, his phone buzzed.
It was a message from an unknown number.
**"Hello, Bart. It's been too long."**
A chill went down his spine.
"Bob," Bart muttered under his breath. His hands began to shake as he stared at the message. It couldn't be. Sideshow Bob was supposed to be locked up for life this time. Yet, here he was, back in Bart's life.
Bart texted back, trying to play it cool.
**"Thought you'd given up by now, Bob. Getting old?"**
The reply was almost instantaneous.
**"Not quite. I've simply been waiting for the right moment. And it's here."**
Bart could feel his heart pounding. He didn't respond, but his mind was racing. What was Bob planning now?
He quickly grabbed his skateboard and snuck out of the house. The air was cold, and a light fog had rolled in. Bart made his way toward the Springfield Police Department. Chief Wiggum had never been particularly useful in the past, but this time Bart wasn't taking any chances.
As Bart skated through the empty streets, memories of his encounters with Bob flashed through his mind—the first time at Krusty's show, the rake incident, the countless schemes that had always been terrifying yet comically absurd.
He arrived at the police station only to find it locked. He banged on the door until Ralph Wiggum opened it. "Hi, Bart! Do you want to see my crayon collection?"
"No time, Ralph! Where's your dad?"
Ralph pointed to the back room, where Chief Wiggum was dozing off at his desk. Bart sprinted in and shook him awake. "Chief! Sideshow Bob's out! He just messaged me!"
Chief Wiggum blinked, barely registering what Bart had said. "Sideshow Bob, huh? That guy's always up to something..."
Bart slammed his hands on the desk, "He's serious this time, Chief! I can feel it!"
Just then, the phone on Wiggum's desk rang. He picked it up lazily, but within seconds, his eyes widened.
"WHAT!? The prison says Bob escaped a week ago?"
Bart's face went pale. It was worse than he thought.
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End of Part 1.
