The Story of How Bart Sold His Mom's Underwear

"Hey, Bart!" Marge Simpson called through the twirling dust particles of the upstairs hallway. "It's almost supper time! Hurry on down, will ya?" But Bart was not downstairs. He was upstairs, in his room, frantically thinking of new ways to earn money. His comic book collection was in desperate need of expansion and he was short on funds. Then an unusual idea crossed his mind. "M-Mom?" Bart stammered, appearing in the doorway of his parent's room. "I need to ask you something." "What is it, sweetie?" Marge replied, her blue beehive bouncing on her head as she tidied up their room. "I want to sell your underwear," Bart said, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. Marge blinked. "My underwear?" "Yeah, for money!" Bart explained. "Is that okay?" To his surprise, Marge just chuckled. "Why, Bart, I never imagined you'd become an entrepreneur in the undergarment industry but if you think it's a good idea and you handle it respectfully, then I suppose I could help you out." Without hesitation, Marge slid her underwear off and handed it to Bart with a smile on her face. As Bart walked down the street later, carrying a cardboard box filled with his mom's underwear, he ran into his bullies. At first, they laughed at him, until one of them reached into the box and sniffed one of Marge's pair. A strange look crossed his face. "Hey, these actually smell good!" the bully yelled, and the others started grabbing and sniffing one by one. Back at home, Marge was feeling chipper. In the spirit of excitement, she performed a stunning handstand with a split, her iconic green dress fluttering upwards as she held the pose. Everybody in the room blushed, exchanging glances with one another. This was undeniably a different side of Marge they had witnessed. Even Bart was taken aback, but was happy to see his mom in such high spirits. "Not only does she support me, but she's cooler than I thought," Bart confessed to himself, a thankful smile tugging at his lips.