"I would love to, but... I think I should tell my parents. Shouldn't they know where I'm going?" Bart asked. "Of course. When you've come to a decision, meet me by the Springfield Docks. I'll be the one in the trench coat and hat. Can't miss me." He then scurried off behind a corner and vanished.
"You want to do what?" Marge asked, a bit shocked after Bart explained his story. "I'm sorry, Bart, but those kind of places aren't right. A bit too shady for my like... what if they cut you up?" "C'mon, Mom! I promise it's not like that!" Bart pleaded, but Marge's foot was down. She wouldn't budge. Bart, despair rushing down his face, walked up to his room and laid face-down into his pillow.
"Hey, Bart." Homer said as he walked past Bart, crying into his pillow. "Heard you wanted to go to a place where you could do whatever you want." "Not anymore, because Mom won't let me." Bart cried. Homer, desperate to make his son happy, tried to think of a plan.
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