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| Bart and Maggie sit at what appears to be an island in the kitchen. | |||
| Marge (wearing oven mitts) carries a cookie sheet of freshly-baked | |||
| chocolate-chip cookies. | |||
| Marge: | Fresh chocolate-chip cookies. | ||
| Bart reaches out towards the tray, but Marge puts it down on the table. | |||
| She raises her finger in warning. | |||
| Marge: | Don't touch those yet. They're very, very hot. | ||
| Marge leaves. Bart clasps his hands dastardly. | |||
| Bart: | Aha! No one's around. The perfect crime. | ||
| Bart reaches for a cookie. As his hand touches the tray, we hear a | |||
| sizzling sound, and Bart's hand turns red. | |||
| Bart: | Yow! | ||
| Bart holds up his hand, which throbs in pain. | |||
| Same set-up as before. The cookies are on the table. | |||
| During Marge's lecture, the kids' eyes glance between her and the cookies. | |||
| Marge: | I hope I can trust you two not to eat those yummy chocolate-chip cookies. | ||
| She leaves. | |||
| Bart: | Go on, Maggie. Take a cookie. | ||
| Maggie closes her eyes as she shakes her head `no'. | |||
| Bart: | Aw, come on, man. Don't be a chicken. | ||
| Maggie shakes her head. | |||
| Bart: | Well, if you won't commit the perfect crime, I will. | ||
| Just as Bart reaches for a cookie, Marge pokes her head in the door. | |||
| Bart screams and tosses the cookie in the air in surprise. | |||
| Up up up. Down down down. Into Maggie's mouth. (*gulp*) | |||
| She then replaces her pacifier with a smile. Bart glowers at | |||
| Maggie, then looks skyward trying to appear innocent. | |||
| Marge is next to the counter. | |||
| Marge: | Very good, Maggie. You prevented Bart from making a mess. | ||
| One mo' time. | |||
| Marge: | I mean it. Don't even think about touching those scrumptious cookies. | ||
| Marge leaves. | |||
| Bart: | [to Maggie] Who's she gonna believe, huh? | ||
| Bart proceeds to shovel cookies into his mouth. Maggie watches each | |||
| cookie go in. | |||
| Bart: | You? Or me? | ||
| Another cookie. | |||
| Bart: | You can't defend yourself. You can't even talk. | ||
| I'll blame it all on you. | |||
| Another cookie. | |||
| Bart: | The perfect crime! | ||
| Marge opens the door. | |||
| Marge: | Bart! | ||
| Bart points an accusing finger at Maggie. As he talks, cookie crumbs | |||
| spew out of his mouth. | |||
| Bart: | It was her, man. I swear it! | ||
| Marge has reached the counter. | |||
| Marge: | [disappointed] Oh, Bart... | ||
| Bart hangs his head in shame. | |||
| Close-up on Homer, his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and his | |||
| nose enjoying the aroma of freshly-baked cookies. | |||
| Homer: | Do I smell cookies? | ||
| We pull back to see Maggie and Marge at their usual places. Bart is | |||
| missing. So are all the cookies. | |||
| Marge: | [gasp!] | ||
| Homer: | Where's the cookies? | ||
| Marge: | They're all gone. The whole batch! | ||
| Homer: | [menacingly] Somebody ate those cookies... | ||
| Marge: | Did you eat the cookies, Maggie? | ||
| Maggie shakes her head and points vigorously off stage right. | |||
| Homer: | I think she's trying to tell us something... | ||
| Maggie pushes her hair up and turns her face into a likeness of Bart. | |||
| Marge: | Go on, Maggie. | ||
| As Maggie gets out of her chair, she loses her balance and falls. (*thud*) | |||
| Homer talks as if he's addressing a dog. | |||
| Homer: | Go on, Maggie, go, go! | ||
| Maggie walks down the hallway, pointing vigorously as she walks. | |||
| She follows a trail of crumbs... into Bart's room. Marge and | |||
| Homer follow. Bart is on his back, groaning, his belly swollen | |||
| from his cookie-fest. He raises his head. | |||
| Bart: | [in pain] There is no perfect crime. | ||
| Bart lowers his head and continues groaning. | |||
| Maggie removes her pacifier (*pop*), produces a cookie, and puts | |||
| it into her mouth. (*munch*) (*gulp*) (*smile*) | |||
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