The Itchy and Scratchy Movie

The Itchy and Scratchy Movie Frustrated by Bart constantly causing trouble and taking advantage of them contradicting each other. Marge and Homer ban him from seeing the new Itchy and Scratchy movie, until Oscar gets involved of course.

Plot

Grampa is in charge of the kids while Marge and Homer attend their parents evening.

"Remember if you're good you get pizza, if your bad you get poison!" Homer warns.

"What if one of us is good and one us is bad?" Lisa asks.

"Then we get poison pizza!" Bart replies.

"Oh no I'm not cooking two meals tonight. Now behave for Grampa!" Homer warns.

Oscar gets a knock at the door.

"Who's that, Oscar?" Bart asks.

"My social worker. They finally found me..."

"You sound like that's bad. At least your new mom and dad will love you." Lisa comforts him.

"I'm living here dummy! Marge and Homer adopted me!" Oscar explained. "Oh and the social worker will be sticking around so Homer won't be able to strangle anyone..."

"Come on Oscar, we're going! Kids behave for Grampa." Marge says as they leave.

...

Bart decides to play with Grampa's teeth and scare Maggie.

"Eeeeew! Bart! Those have been in Grampa's mouth!" Lisa yells.

Bart immediately spits out the teeth. "Eeeeugh! Bleh! Why did I do that?"

"Keep your fingers off my teeth! Dagnabbit, now I have to wash them." Grampa says slightly muffled as it's difficult to talk without teeth.

...

At School. Homer attends Lisa's parents evening. He can't fit at the desks so he breaths in to fit. His stomach flab engulfs the tiny desk. While Miss Hoover writes on the board he does armpit noises.

Muss Hoover looks around gasping to see who did that.

Homer laughs quietly to himself.

...

Meanwhile Mrs Krabappel tells Marge Bart's been naughty again. But unusually calls a boy in to explain that Bart had a voodoo doll and threatened to shove fireworks up its butt.

Marge gasps in horror, but Oscar interrupts.

"Wait, hold on a minute! That's Nelson's voodoo doll. I saw him with it in class, and it was him who threatened Timmy, not Bart. Spit it out Timmy, because whatever beating Nelson threatened you with, you'll get worse for blaming other kids!" Oscar yells.

"Have you read Oscar's file, he's known for hitting other kids..." Ms Krabappel asks his social worker.

"Yes as a matter of fact. And his late parents were actually rather abusive towards him." The social worker replies. "Oscar we don't threaten people. Timmy is this true?"

"Yes ma'am! But Nelson threatened to beat me up if I squealed!" Cries the kid.

”And I’ll beat you up even worse if you ever get Bart into trouble over something he didn’t do again! Capiche?” Oscar snapped.

"Hmmph! Telling lies about my son! You'll be hearing from my lawyer and the principal! I demand to speak with Principal Skinner this instant!" Marge yells.

”Hold on Mrs Simpson. I have more shocking stuff in my draw I’ve confiscated from Bart. This Doll.”

”That’s an ordinary Krusty Doll...” Marge frowned.

Mrs Krabappel took off the doll’s head. Bart had installed a razor sharp knife blade inside so it was a concealed knife. Marge gasped horrified.

Marge storms out of the parents evening and goes to Principal Skinner's office. However he's having a parents evening, with his mother.

"Seymour! Sit up straight! Look at this paperwork!" Agnes Skinner yells.

"Mother..." Skinner whines. "Oh Mrs Simpson. Can I help you?"

"I have a complaint to make about Mrs Krabappel!" Marge says in a cross tone.

”Go on...” Skinner sighed.

...

Meanwhile Bart is playing frisbee with the music records.

"Bart you should really put those back." Lisa warns him.

...

“Edna what do you have to say about Mrs Simpsons accusations that you lied about Bart making a voodoo doll of a student?” said Skinner.

”Oh I’m not finished explaining things I’ve witnessed your offspring doing in my class Mrs Simpson! Your other son, Hugo has been guilty of the following atrocities: synthesizing a laxative from peas and carrots, replacing my birth control with Tic Tacs...”

”That sounds like more of Bart’s shenanigans Edna.” said Skinner.

”No we both know Bart is too stupid to know what synthesis means...” said Edna.

Marge stormed off.

Merge, Homer, Oscar and Oscar's social worker drive home.

"I can't believe the nerve of Mrs Krabappel... does she even watch her students?!" Marge yells.

"Lisa's so talented! I didn't know she had straight As!" Homer gasped.

"Oh Homer! See why I've been praising our daughter! She's our little angel! And Bart... well he's trying his best..." Marge kisses Homer.

...

They come in to find Bart swinging from the ceiling fan.

"Bart! Get down from there at once!" Marge yells. Bart does so.

"Where was the babysitter while that was happening?" The social worker asked.

"Uh, my dad is supposed to be looking after them." Homer explained. They find Grampa asleep. "Dad we're home! Wake up!" Grampa wakes with a start.

"Your son's been at my teeth again! And look at the mess he made!" Grampa yells.

"Perhaps you should have been watching the kids instead of sleeping, Mr Simpson. Is he supposed to be looking after them?" The social worker asks.

"Bart! You can go to bed without dinner." Marge yells.

"Mrs Simpson! Starvation is not a suitable punishment. In fact it's a felony..." The Social worker says in a serious tone.

"Oh sorry! Never mind! Bart we'll speak about your behaviour later." Marge gasps.

It's time for the social worker to go, it's revealed she's just a robot built by Oscar.

"Hey, less on threatening the Simpsons over their own kids! It's my welfare I'm worried about! Not theirs!" Oscar discreetly shuts down the robot and stores it away.

...

The family all have pizza together.

"So... how did our parents evening go." Lisa asked.

"You've been an angel as usual Lisa." Marge replies.

"We have a super genius in the family! Woo!" Homer cheers.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Dad. But you are always so busy telling off Bart." Lisa groans.

"Bart, well you know you've been very bad tonight! However Mrs Krabappel has been lying about you being involved in bullying another student with a voodoo doll." Marge frowns at Bart

"Oh! Because I didn't-"

"We know you didn't do it. However you're still mucking about in class young man. If you misbehave anymore this week you will be punished! And this time we mean it! Don't we Homer?"

"Damn straight boy..." Homer frowns at Bart.

Later. Bart kept imagining the dog with a pizza box for a head and a slice of pizza for a tongue. He shook his head. Bart get your head straight! The dog is not food! He told himself.

Marge went up to the attic.

”Hugo Victor Simpson! Did you turn your carrots and peas at lunch into a laxative and feed it to everyone one in class again?” Marge scolded Hugo.

Hugo babbled in monstrous growls and grunts.

Marge sighedL “When was he gonna learn to talk properly...” she went downstairs and put her children to bed.

She sung the sappy tuck in time song to Lisa.

”Hehehe... Night Mom.” said Lisa.

”Goodnight dear.” said Marge.

Bart heard Marge arrive.

”Ugh... here comes the snoozy train...” Bart groaned.

”Um, goodnight.” said Marge coldly and she turned off the light and went to the Master bedroom.

Bart wondered what’s he did wrong to get that reaction.

Marge laid in bed awake.

”Homer.... Homer! Homer listen to me.” Marge asked Homer.

”Yes dear.” said Homer.

“Do you want your son to grow up to be Chief Justice of the Supreme Court or a sleazy male stripper?” Marge asked.

”Wallpaper stripper or the other kind?” Homer asked.

”Both are terrible jobs!” said Marge. “And I just said what kind!”

“Can't he be both like the late Earl Warren?“ Homer asked.

“Earl Warren wasn't a stripper!“ Marge gasped.

“Now who's being naive?“ said Homer.

Marge went to sleep annoyed. “Goodnight Homer...” She turned off the bedside lamp.

”Coooool!” said Oscar quietly to himself in his room. He imagines Earl Warren doing a strip tease act.

...

The next day Bart is smooshing mustard packs under the piano with a hammer. And singing Jingle bells. “Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!”

"Bart what are you doing?!" Homer yells.

"Nothing..." Bart replies.

”That’s it! You’re grounded!” said Homer loudly and angry.

”Dad you could ground me, but then you’d have me bothering you all day. And I can be very annoying... or you could just let me go out and play with Milhouse.

”Okay, you’re not grounded. Go play with Milhouse.” said Homer.

Bart ran off laughing evilly.

Lisa glared at Dad.

Later Bart was fighting with Lisa.

”Ow! Daaaaaad!” Lisa whined.

"That's it you're-" he's about to ground Bart but he hears an ice cream van. "Ice cream!" They get ice cream.

"Now where was I?" Homer asked.

"You were talking about a funny Married with Children episode you watched last night." Bart replied as he licked his popsicle.

"Oh yeah..."

Lisa glared at him. “Dad you’re not even trying...”

”What?” Homer said licking an ice cream.

“Well since you’re spoiling for tooth rotting frozen desserts, if anyone deserves a treat it’s Hugo. He tried his best to behave today and not make laxatives out the vegetables again.” Lisa ranted.

”I hate that little freak!” Homer snapped.

Later.

“Bart did you take out the rubbish like I asked?” Homer asked.

“Indeed I did.” said Bart.

Homer goes into the kitchen to find the bin tipped over and rubbish everywhere as goats eat the garbage.

“D’oh!” said Homer.

”Hugo clean up Bart’s mess!” Homer yelled at Hugo.

”Daaaad! That’s not fair! Bart should clean this up! And why is there a goat in the kitchen?!” Lisa explained.

...

Later Bart is melting a James Bond toy in the microwave.

“Goodbye Mister Bond! Thinks are about to heat up!” said Bart turning on the microwave oven. “Mwuhahahaha!”

"Bart! Come and watch this! It's about Itchy and Scratchy!" Lisa calls him. He runs in and watches TV.

”You too Hugo. Lisa added.

”Bleh bleeeeeeh! Gargblablablblb!” said Hugo in gibberish.

”Um yes...” said Lisa.

There is a trailer for the new Itchy and Scratchy film.

"Cool!" Bart cheers.

One if the trailers is Itchy and Scratchy killing Hitler, then Itchy decapitating Scratchy.

...

Later that day Bart's supposed to be watching Maggie but is too busy watching cartoons. Maggie crawls away, takes Marge's car keys and goes driving about town.

"Hey chief, there's a baby driving a car!" Eddie explains to Chief Wiggum.

"They grow up so fast..." Chief Wiggum comments while drinking his coffee.

Maggie drives past Homer.

"Maggie?! Doh!" Homer yells. Luckily Maggie sensibly parks the car and the airbag comes out. She hugs the airbag.

Plot 2

Later.

"Bart! Your sister could have been killed!" Marge yells.

"That's it! You are banned from seeing the Itchy and Scratchy movie!" Homer yells.

"No fair! I'm just a kid! I'm not responsible for a baby! I wish Oscar's social worker was here right now and heard everything!" Unfortunately he was holding the monkey paw. It grants his wish. Oscar's social worker is not impressed.

"Leaving a baby under the care of a minor? I'm not I pressed Mrs Simpson! I shall report you for this!"

"No please! Fine, you can go to your stupid movie! And we'll never ask you to help with Maggie ever again! For goodness sake Bart, you only had to watch her for a few seconds!" Marge yells.

"Ms Blackwell? What are you doing here." Oscar asked.

"I don't know, but have you been left to babysit a baby?"

"No, why'd you ask?" Oscar feigns ignorance. He comes back later without her.

"That was close, she's gone home." Oscar lied. “She has a point... And you are a mean tyrant for not letting Bart enjoy his movie!”

“Oz, All I asked is for Bart to keep an eye on his baby sister for a short while...” said Marge.

”Yeah Oz... don’t be such a brat...” Lisa explained annoyed at him.

”Don’t call me a brat! How would you like it if your Mom and Dad forbade you from watching the Moon Landing!” said Oscar.

”Such a situation wouldn’t happen because I know to behave and do as I’m told...” said Lisa.

”I don’t even like that Itchy and Mitchy cartoon! It’s violent and a bad influence on Maggie! She attacked her father remember!?” said Marge.

”This is not up for discussion! Bart is seeing that movie! End of!” Oscar snapped.

...

The next day Bart goes to watch his movie.

"Fine, but I'm not going to enjoy it. You are so horrible Bart!" Lisa yells as they go into the screen room where the film is being shown. She blanks him for the whole film.

Bart cooed in awe at the blood and gore. Itchy drove a steam train dressed as Casey Jones and ran over Scratchy.

”Cooooool!” said Bart.

Lisa angrily blanked Bart.

Itchy pulled Scratchy’s heart out in a scene. Scratchy screamed.

”Kali ma! Kali ma shakti de! Kali maaaaaaa!” Oscar was uh acting like Mola Ram.

”Oz no... be cool...” Bart sighed.

...

They get home. Bart's family blank him.

"Ahem, Nelson's got a new BB gun, can I go out and play with him later?" Bart asks.

"If we said no you'd probably get us in trouble again so whatever. Do what you want..." Marge says coldly.

"Fine... it's not fun when you don't care..."

Bart goes out to play with Nelson, but is bored the whole time.

"Why are you so bored?" Nelson asks.

"My Mom and Dad stopped caring." Bart replied.

"Oooh! I remember when my mom stopped caring, when the judge said we're trying you as an adult!" Nelson replies. Putting on a voice as the judge.

....

Bart goes home to find Oscar throwing away his robot.

"She's a robot?!" Bart yells.

"Uh yeah..." Oscar says nervously.

"Thanks Oscar... now my parents hate me! And they won't stop me from doing something stupid that could get me seriously hurt or killed!"

"Well do something stupid then. Do us all a favour!" Oscar yells.

"Oscar wait!" Bart goes after him.

"What?!" Oscar yells.

"Let me ask you something. Would you rather have a minute of fun or friends forever?"

"FUUUUN!" Oscar yells.

"I was afraid you'd say that." Bart gulps. "But what if that fun hurts people or upsets them?"

"Bart, I don't go out to upset people. They bring it on themselves being difficult. All you're mom had to do was keep an eye on Maggie, like most responsible parents do! You're not a parent! You're not responsible for a baby!" Oscar storms off.

"Well Bart, you've got everything you ever wanted..." Bart goes inside solemnly...

“I can’t believe he quoted Mudboy...” said Peter.

“Well Ozzy knows best! He knows Boss monsters are bad and must be stopped!” said Mudboy.

“Yeah but not by drowning them in quicksand Mudboy...” said Oscar.

The Simpson’s trying time ignore Bart’s bad behaviour and continuing their lives and letting him grow up a delinquent came home from the shops.

”We got beets!” said Lisa carrying a brown paper bag with beetroots inside.

Oscar furiously grabbed the bag and tossed them on the floor.

”Oscar!” Marge told him off.

”I hate beets and I hate you! I’m leaving!” He packed up his stuff and stormed off.

The Simpsons sighed.

”What else did you get dear?” Homer asked Marge.

”Some peas and carrots.” said Marge cheering up because she was having a nice conversation with her husband whom she loved.

Hugo garbled in gibberish and took the carrots and peas.

”No Hugo! No making laxatives!” Marge told him off.

Bart winced. “I thought I did that.”

”Oh please Bart, do you even know how to successfully synthesis the right chemicals from vegetables to create a simple laxative?” Lisa sighed.

”Um no...” said Bart.

”Well I don’t do disruptive things like that and only other one smart enough is your evil attic dwelling twin whom we’re not supposed to know about yet.” said Lisa.

”Gimme that carrot you attic dwelling freak!” Homer took the vegetables from Hugo.

Later.

Homer went to the kitchen but heard strip tease music.

”Hmmm that’s odd. Who’s playing that music?” said Homer softly to himself. He went in there and gasped because The late Earl Warren was in there alive somehow and stripping off naked!

”Aaaaaaaagh! Earl Warren!” Homer screamed.

”I declare this court be sexy! Let’s cool off honey... I’m hot...” said Earl Warren doing a strip tease.

Homer screamed.

Later at dinner.

Bart was playing up.

”Let’s say grace...” said Homer.

”Okay. Rub a dub dub. Thanks for the grub!” said Bart. He then ate like a pig.

Homer growled.

Bart then flicked peas at Lisa.

”Ow! Mom! Bart’s flicking peas!” Lisa whined.

”Bart stop that!” Marge told Bart off.

Hugo put a laxative he made from carrots and peas in Lisa’s water. She drank it and suddenly needed the bathroom. “Oh! Can I be excused! Now please!” Lisa rushed off to the bathroom.

Hugo smirked.

”Oh Lord! What do I do!? My son’s out of control!” Homer cried praying.

”DO YOUR JOB!!” Dark Teddy yelled like Moxxie from Helluva Boss.

...

At School.

”Mrs Krabappel, um our homework?” A small boy asked Mrs Krabappel.

”Oh yeah, do pages 25 to 27.” said Mrs Krabappel.

Bart angrily got out a voodoo doll of the boy and stuffed pins into it.

Hugo was dissecting carrots and peas and mixing things into a chemistry beaker from test tubes.

”Hugo stop making laxatives...” Mrs Krabappel sighed.

Bart winced at his twin brother.

”Hugo maybe focus on your maths... It is very important we learn about Pythagoras” Martin sighed.

"You say tomato, I say Solanum Lycopersicum.” said Hugo.

”Right that’s it!” Nelson clonked Martin and Hugo on the head for being geeks.

”Ow!” Martin and Hugo groan. Rubbing their heads.

At recess the snooty rich girl from Lisa’s beauty pageant in Stupid Lisa Garbage Face was singing on the X day of Christmas.

”On the 2nd day of Christmas, you loathsome tramps gave to me... Two turtlenecks (She held up two woolly turtlenecks that she felt were tacky) Ew! Eww!“

”Right that’s it! No one insults the turtleneck in front of me! Not even a girl!” Oscar lunged at her with Bart and Milhouse restraining him.

At home.

The house was a lot calmer now Oscar was gone.

”Bart do you want to watch TV?” Homer asked.

”TV sucks!” Bart snapped.

Homer growled but tried to contain himself. “Look I know you’re mad right now so I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that!” Homer snapped.

”You tried to ban me from a movie I really wanted to see!” Bart snapped.

”I was setting boundaries! You left your baby sister unattended to drive your mother’s car about! She could have been killed!” Homer snapped. “And you got to see your poxy violent movie anyway!”

”Oscar’s right! You’re stifling me! I am sick of this house and I’m sick of you!” Bart snapped.

”Homer how would you like it if your dad barred you from watching the moon landing?!” Oscar snapped.

Homer imagines his dad watching the moon landing.

Young Homer was in his room listening to Yummy, Yummy, I’ve got love in my tummy! and singing along.

“Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy!” He sang.

In the present Homer was still singing that song.

Oscar winced. “Nevermimd....”

Oscar and Bart go out to smash windows by throwing bricks through them.

“It's illegal for you to operate that class-9 vehicle without pads and a helmet.” said Marge when Oscar went skateboarding without his helmet and pads.

Oscar stuck out his tongue at her and rode off to break more windows.

Marge grumbled annoyed.

One afternoon Oscar was playing with a slingshot.

”It’s illegal for you to operate that class 3 firearm...” Marge frowned.

”Marge, it’s not a firearm, it’s a slingshot. This is a firearm.” Oscar pulled out a handgun.

Marge gasped.

...

She decided Bart and Oscar needed to see Dr Marvin Monroe.

A magazine article in women’s gossip magazine read. 'Since I started letting my 10-year-old swear our relationship is miles better' Bart’s face lit up when he read it.

”Coooool!” He smirked reading it.

Marge grumbled as she snatched the magazine. Some mothers.... they just shouldn’t be... she thought angrily.

”Can I live with her?” Bart asked. “She’s a cool mom.”

”No!” Marge snapped.

A TV in the waiting room showed the following headlines.

“Tonight on "Eye on Springfield", we meet a man who's been hiccuping for 45 years!” said Kent.

“(hic) Kill me! (hic!) Kill me!” said a man hiccup.

Oscar laughed.

Marge sighed.

”Dr Marvin Monroe will see you now Marge Simpson.” said the secretary.

Marge took Bart and Oscar into his office.

Plot 3

At school the bitchy posh girl wearing a dead ferret was annoyed another girl, who was a bit ditzy was wearing a shirt she liked.

"Is that my shirt? Take it off!" She yelled grabbing at the shirt the ditzy girl was wearing.

”I can’t! Boys are watching!” the ditzy girl whined.

Milhouse wagged his eyebrows in an aroused manner.

”Ugh! Milhouse...” Lisa groaned in disgust.

”Stop! You’re stretching it!” The ditzy girl cried.