"The Baby's Revenge"
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Bart's Humiliation
The sun was barely up, casting an early morning glow across Springfield Elementary School. Bart Simpson, ever the mischievous troublemaker, was plotting yet another grand prank to play on his best friend, Milhouse Van Houten. With a glint of excitement in his eye, Bart carefully set the trapāan elaborate rigging involving a giant pie ready to splatter over Milhouse the moment he opened his locker.
Everything was going according to plan until Bart heard a voice that sent shivers down his spine.
"Bart, what are you doing!!!"
Selma Bouvier, his chain-smoking, no-nonsense aunt, had a knack for ruining his plans. Standing in the hallway, hands on her hips, she glared at Bart with the authority of a prison warden. Bart knew he was in trouble.
Trying to avoid further confrontation, Bart bolted down the hallway, but Milhouse, ever eager to play peacemaker, intercepted him.
Selma marched over. "You think you can get away so easily, young man?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the nearly empty halls. With surprising speed, she grabbed Bart by the ear and dragged him to the nearest bathroom. Her stern face softened into a mischievous grin as a particularly diabolical punishment took shape in her mind.
In no time, Bart found himself sporting an absurd costumeāa diaper, bonnet, and a pink tutu. As he struggled to comprehend his plight, Selma slapped a pacifier into his mouth, cutting off any protest he might have made.
Milhouse, inexplicably enjoying his friend's downfall, burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Awww, who's a baby? Coochie coo! Can you say ga ga goo goo?" He mocked, batting Bart's bonnet and poking his chubby cheeks.
Bart, humiliated but defiant, tried to yell through the pacifier, only to have it come out as incoherent baby babble. Selma, adding insult to injury, pinched his cheeks and joined in the mockery.
But the humiliation didn't end there. Milhouse, growing more confident with each passing minute, maneuvered Bart into an oversized stroller. He tied a bib snugly around Bart's neck and started pushing him towards Lisa's classroom. Along the way, Milhouse planted sloppy, patronizing kisses on Bart's cheeks.
Lisa, in the middle of explaining an ancient Roman civilization to her classmates, nearly fell over laughing when she saw her older brother in such a ridiculous state. "Haha! My big brother is a baby! Should I call you Princess Schnookums?" she taunted as the entire class burst into fits of laughter.
Bart's face turned beet red. He squirmed, but Milhouse's straps held him firm. Throwing a tantrum, Bart screamed through his pacifier, but it only made things worse.
"Nuh-uh, baby waby," Milhouse chided. "Is Bart throwing a tantrum? Do you need your baba?" He produced a baby bottle filled with warm milk and, despite Bart's struggling, forced it into his mouth. "Open up for the choo-choo train! Choo choo!"
Lisa chimed in, "Aww, Bart looks so cute drinking his baba in his stroller! Coochie coo!"
The humiliation intensified. Bart's face felt like it would burst into flames from the sheer embarrassment. After what felt like an eternity, the bottle was empty. Bart spit out the pacifier. "Milhouse, you're dead! Let me out, or I will spank you and Lisa!!!"
Before Bart could make good on his threat, Selma appeared again. She unstrapped him but only to deliver him straight into Milhouse's hands. "Go on, Milhouse," she instructed. "Teach him a lesson."
Milhouse eagerly bent Bart over his knee, laughing as he administered a series of playful but humiliating spanks. Lisa added her own twist by covering Bart's cheeks in red lipstick kisses, leaving sticky, patronizing marks.
When Milhouse finished, Selma transported Bart to the classroom's bouncy chair and secured him in place. The other kids gathered around, laughing, teasing, and treating Bart like the oversized baby he appeared to be. Lisa dealt a final blow by taping a rattle to his hand.
Before leaving, Lisa bent down to Bart's level. "See you later, Baby Waby. Coochie coo." Milhouse pinched Bart's cheek one last time, saying, "Haha! I'm the popular one now. See you, Widdle Bart Nookie Nuk Nuks. Have fun in kindergarten."
As they walked away, Bart sat in the bouncy chair, his reddened face hot with the sting of humiliation and betrayal, plotting his revenge in determined silence.
This story was generated by user michael9 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: he Simpsons Bart humiliated: Bart was trying to prank milhouse in school but the prank was caught but hos aunt selma. Selma Yelled: "Bart what are you doing"!!! Bart then tried to flee but milhouse caught him. . Selma then made Bart wear a diaper, bonnet, tutu and when bart was about to say something she slapped a pacifier in his mouth. Millhouse couldn't stop laughing and babytalked to bart:"Awww is who's a baby coochie cooh, can you say gu gu ga ga". Bart then tried to talk but because of the pacifier it sounded like baby babble. Selma always pinch his cheeks and laughed at bart and babytalked to bart. Bart was furious but Millhouse forced bart in a stroller tied a bib around barts neck and Millhouse then pushed bart down in Lisas class while kissing bart on the cheek in a very patronizing way. When Lisa saw bart she laugh and immedatly treat bart like a baby. Bart tried to get out of the stroller but milhouse just strapped him in. Bart then started to throw a tantrum so millhouse said:"Haha bart is a baby, awww is baby waby throwing a tantrum, do you need your baba, open op for the choo choo train, choo choo, awwwww i always knew i was stronger and bigger than you, maybe we should call you cutie patootie huh"? Lisa then said:" Haha my big brother is a baby, should i call you princces schnookums, aww you look so cute drinking your baba with milkies in you baby stroller, coochie coooh". Bart tried not to drink the baby bottle but milhouse was too strong and he was stuck in the stroller. Bart got more and more red in his face of embarssement. When Millhouse was done giving him his bottle he yelled:"Millhouse you idiot let me out or i will spank you and Lisa"!!! Unfortantly Selma heard Bart and she unstrapped him from hos stroller and allowed Millhouse to spank Bart on his knee. Milhouse laughed while slapping a pacifier in Barts mouth while lisa gave bart patronizing kisses with red lipstick. When Milhouse was done, Selma then put bart in a bouncy chair the classroom so the other kids could laugh and treat bart like a baby the rest of the day. Lisa gave Bart a last patronizing kiss and taped a rattle to barts hand and then she walked out with Millhouse saying:" See you later bay waby, coooochie coooh". MIllhouse gave bart a pinch on the cheek saying:" Haha i am the one who is popular now, see you widdle bart Nookie Nuk Nuks, have fun in kindergarten".
Response: Bart's Humiliation The sun was barely up, casting an early morning glow across Springfield Elementary School. Bart Simpson, ever the mischievous troublemaker, was plotting yet another grand prank to play on his best friend, Milhouse Van Houten. With a glint of excitement in his eye, Bart carefully set the trapāan elaborate rigging involving a giant pie ready to splatter over Milhouse the moment he opened his locker. Everything was going according to plan until Bart heard a voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Bart, what are you doing!!!" Selma Bouvier, his chain-smoking, no-nonsense aunt, had a knack for ruining his plans. Standing in the hallway, hands on her hips, she glared at Bart with the authority of a prison warden. Bart knew he was in trouble. Trying to avoid further confrontation, Bart bolted down the hallway, but Milhouse, ever eager to play peacemaker, intercepted him. Selma marched over. "You think you can get away so easily, young man?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the nearly empty halls. With surprising speed, she grabbed Bart by the ear and dragged him to the nearest bathroom. Her stern face softened into a mischievous grin as a particularly diabolical punishment took shape in her mind. In no time, Bart found himself sporting an absurd costumeāa diaper, bonnet, and a pink tutu. As he struggled to comprehend his plight, Selma slapped a pacifier into his mouth, cutting off any protest he might have made. Milhouse, inexplicably enjoying his friend's downfall, burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Awww, who's a baby? Coochie coo! Can you say ga ga goo goo?" He mocked, batting Bart's bonnet and poking his chubby cheeks. Bart, humiliated but defiant, tried to yell through the pacifier, only to have it come out as incoherent baby babble. Selma, adding insult to injury, pinched his cheeks and joined in the mockery. But the humiliation didn't end there. Milhouse, growing more confident with each passing minute, maneuvered Bart into an oversized stroller. He tied a bib snugly around Bart's neck and started pushing him towards Lisa's classroom. Along the way, Milhouse planted sloppy, patronizing kisses on Bart's cheeks. Lisa, in the middle of explaining an ancient Roman civilization to her classmates, nearly fell over laughing when she saw her older brother in such a ridiculous state. "Haha! My big brother is a baby! Should I call you Princess Schnookums?" she taunted as the entire class burst into fits of laughter. Bart's face turned beet red. He squirmed, but Milhouse's straps held him firm. Throwing a tantrum, Bart screamed through his pacifier, but it only made things worse. "Nuh-uh, baby waby," Milhouse chided. "Is Bart throwing a tantrum? Do you need your baba?" He produced a baby bottle filled with warm milk and, despite Bart's struggling, forced it into his mouth. "Open up for the choo-choo train! Choo choo!" Lisa chimed in, "Aww, Bart looks so cute drinking his baba in his stroller! Coochie coo!" The humiliation intensified. Bart's face felt like it would burst into flames from the sheer embarrassment. After what felt like an eternity, the bottle was empty. Bart spit out the pacifier. "Milhouse, you're dead! Let me out, or I will spank you and Lisa!!!" Before Bart could make good on his threat, Selma appeared again. She unstrapped him but only to deliver him straight into Milhouse's hands. "Go on, Milhouse," she instructed. "Teach him a lesson." Milhouse eagerly bent Bart over his knee, laughing as he administered a series of playful but humiliating spanks. Lisa added her own twist by covering Bart's cheeks in red lipstick kisses, leaving sticky, patronizing marks. When Milhouse finished, Selma transported Bart to the classroom's bouncy chair and secured him in place. The other kids gathered around, laughing, teasing, and treating Bart like the oversized baby he appeared to be. Lisa dealt a final blow by taping a rattle to his hand. Before leaving, Lisa bent down to Bart's level. "See you later, Baby Waby. Coochie coo." Milhouse pinched Bart's cheek one last time, saying, "Haha! I'm the popular one now. See you, Widdle Bart Nookie Nuk Nuks. Have fun in kindergarten." As they walked away, Bart sat in the bouncy chair, his reddened face hot with the sting of humiliation and betrayal, plotting his revenge in determined silence.
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