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| Bart sits in a comfy chair watching TV and eating chocolate chip cookies. | |||
| Homer: | [o.s.] Bart! Bart! | ||
| Bart spits out a mouthful of crumbs. | |||
| Bart: | Uh oh. Chores! | ||
| Bart discards his box of cookies and runs upstairs. | |||
| Bart: | The toy chest... | ||
| Bart rushes to the toy chest and opens it. Lisa is inside. | |||
| Lisa: | Shhhhhhhhh! | ||
| Lisa angrily closes the top. | |||
| Bart: | The closet! | ||
| Bart runs in and closes the door. It is pitch black. | |||
| Bart: | Ah, safe at last. | ||
| He shakes the doorknob. | |||
| Bart: | Oh no! It's locked! | ||
| Bart panics. | |||
| Bart: | I'm trapped in here. Trapped like a rat. Help! Help! | ||
| Homer: | [o.s.] Bart! | ||
| Bart: | [whispers] Uh oh. Dad'll hear me. [still whispering] Help. Help. | ||
| Bart: | I've got to get out of this closet. | ||
| Bart's eye zooms towards the camera. | |||
| A Bart's eye view through the keyhole. Maggie wanders into view. | |||
| Bart: | Maggie! Maggie! In here! | ||
| Maggie looks around, unable to find the source of the voice. | |||
| Bart: | In the closet! | ||
| Maggie finally spots the keyhole and walks up to it (one well-timed fall | |||
| along the way), putting her eye right up against the keyhole. | |||
| Bart: | Maggie, go... get... help... | ||
| Maggie's pupil wanders, not paying attention. | |||
| Bart: | Maggie, come | ||
| Maggie has lost interest and starts to walk away. | |||
| Bart: | Do what I'd do if I were in your place! | ||
| Maggie walks down the stairs, sits in Bart's chair, and watches TV. | |||
| Bart: | I can't take it any more! I've gotta get out of this closet! | ||
| Bart tries to break down the door. (*whump*) He finally busts | |||
| out on the third try and emerges into daylight. His eyes are | |||
| still dazed from the experience. | |||
| Bart: | I give up. I'll do chores! | ||
| Bart's eyes clear up, and he spots a note on the table. | |||
| Bart: | Huh? | ||
| He picks it up, and we read it with him. | |||
| Bart: | [reading] Dear Bart, The family has gone out for frosty chocolate | ||
| milkshakes. Sorry we couldn't find you. Love... | |||
| Bart looks out the window, just in time to see the car pull out of the | |||
| driveway (with Maggie in the back seat). | |||
| Bart: | ... Dad. | ||
| He tosses the note aside, walks into the closet, and shuts the door. | |||
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