This story was made because it was just an idea I had to write. Yes and it does seem a bit unrealistic and strange but that doesn't really matter.

Marge Simpon proudly tucked her first born child in the crib. The baby fell to sleep immediately with a quiet sigh. Marge leaned over and kissed the baby on the cheek.

" Goodnight Bart. " Marge whispered before turning all the lights off and closing the door.

The next day Marge was at the mall intending on buying more baby supplies. Bart was in a baby carriage with a seatbelt securing him in it. Marge had to be sure that Bart was still in the carriage every few minutes because last time he unbuckled himself and fell out of the carriage. She was glad that she found him at the arcade.

Marge heard her phone suddenly vibrate inside of her purse. " Oh I wonder who that could be. " Marge stopped walking and sat down on a nearby bench. She set the baby carriage in front of her before grabbing her purse.

Her hand grasped the contents of her purse trying to find her phone. Marge grunted in frustration. She grasped a familiar object and pulled with all her strength. As her hand pulled out the phone, the phone slipped out of her hands and landed a few feet away from her. " Oh. " Marge signed before getting up to retrieve her phone.

" Stop! In the name of the law stop! " A nasally voice cried out. It was Chief Wiggum and he was standing in front of a jewelry store with his gun raised. Wiggums began to shoot at a running man with a bag in his hands.

Snake laughed as the bullets raced past him. He looked back at the incoming security guards and didn't look ahead. When he finally looked ahead he saw a baby carriage in his path. Snake collided with the baby carriage sending it rolling out of the mall.

" Cuff 'em Lou. " Chief Wiggum said triumphantly as he finally caught up with Snake. The criminal complained as he was handcuffed rather roughly.

Marge looked back to see how Bart was doing just to see the carriage exit the mall. " My baby! " She ran out of the mall, searching desperately for her child. But there was no sign of him.

Marge cupped her hands and yelled, " Bart! Bart! " Marge grabbed a woman's arm and asked her, " Have you seen my baby? " The woman shook her head.

Marge searched for Bart for hours. She contacted the police but doubted they would be much of help. Her voice was sore from hours of shouting. She picked up her phone and started to dial in her husband's number.

" - We kept searching for Bart for months. After the third month we had to realize that our son was gone. But two years later you were born and years after that Maggie was born. " Marge finished the story with a tone of sadness in her voice. She sat on the couch along with her husband, Homer. Lisa and Maggia were sitting in front of them listening to the story.

" So that's the story of how your brother was killed at the mall. After that beer became my best friend. Heh heh. " Homer chuckled.

Lisa began to talk," Wow Mom that must've been traumatizing. You know I- "

Homer interrupted her with a wave of his hand saying, " The moral of the story is that malls are the death place of your children. No wonder so many parents go there. "

" Who wants to help me make dinner? " Marge asked looking at her two children. Lisa grumbled under her breath before heading up to her room.

Lisa opened the door to her room and spotted her backpack on her bed. " Well I guess I'll do next weeks homework while I'm up here. " Lisa took out her homework papers and sat at her desk.

Lisa looked out her window to see the Ned Flanders and his kids painting their fence. They seemed to be in good spirits, which wasn't exactly saying much. Lisa sighed, " I wonder what my life would've been like if my brother was still here. "

The next day at the Simpson's household Maggie was sitting in front of the TV watching the Itchy and Scratchy Show. Lisa was on the couch watching the cartoon with her baby sister. Marge was upstairs vacuuming the rooms thoroughly while Homer was taking a nap in the hammock outside.

Ring! Ring!

Lisa looked at the kitchen where the phone was ringing. Lisa saw that the cartoon was on commercial and she walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the phone Lisa said, " Hello? "

" Is Homer there? " An undoubtedly male voice asked. It was Lenny.

" Just a sec. Dad! Lenny wants to talk to you! " Lisa yelled for her dad. Homer was asleep with a beer bottle in his hands. He woke with a surprised gasp.

" What the-?! " Homer exclaimed before falling off the hammock. Homer quickly got up and raced into the kitchen. He panted as he finally made it into a chair. He took the phone from Lisa with a final gasp before saying, " Hellooo? "

A few moments later Homer burst out laughing as he struggled to stay upright in his chair. " That's hilarious! Wait- wait I've got an idea. I'll take a picture. Just wait until I come. Ok? Well I don't care how just do it! " Homer hung up and made his way into the garage. He drove off saying a rushed goodbye to Lisa.

Maggie was drawing when Lisa came back to watch the end of the Itchy and Scratchy Show episode. Maggie held up her crudely drawn picture with pride. The picture was a mixture of colors and shapes. What Lisa could make out was a black cat and a mouse fighting each other with knives and blood splurging out of the cat's stomach.

" That's great Maggie but the cat needs to have his tail longer. And the mouse is missing a leg. " Lisa pointed out while she sat down next to Maggie. " Here I'll fix it. Now where's the color pencils. " Lisa muttered to herself as she opened the drawers in the kitchen.

Maggie set her picture down on the floor and grabbed a purple crayon. A breeze flew threw the opened window in the kitchen and it flew around the TV until it was above Maggie. The breeze picked up Maggie's picture and sweeped it outside.

Maggie had a distressed look on her face before walking over to the door. She tripped and fell on her face before she jumped up and grabbed the door handle and opened the door. She crawled out the house determined to get her drawing back.

A man was in an alley searching through the garbage cans. He muttered angrily to himself as he picked through the trash. He heard the sound of squeaking wheels getting louder and louder until it stops.

The man looked at the source of the squeaking noise and was surprised to see a baby carriage. " Alright Denny whatever is in there must be tastier than this crap in the trash. " The man said to himself as he walked over to the carriage.

Inside was a baby boy with only a diaper on. Denny glanced around before searching through the bag that was attached to the carriage's handle. In the bag was a few diapers along with a whole gallon of milk and baby food. It even had a few toys in it. Denny quickly snatched the bag of the carriage's handle and hid in the shadows.

Denny took out the the baby food and began to devour it. He slurped up the milk with a contented sigh. That baby food and milk was the best meal he had in years. " Like stealing candy from a baby. " Denny looked back at the carriage in guilt. Denny sighed and walked back to the carriage to see how the boy was doing.

The baby was asleep and had a blanket clutched in his little hands. On the end of the blanket were the words Bart S.

Denny held the empty baby food can in his hand with a thoughtful look in his eyes. The old man heard footsteps coming his way. A woman and a few of her friends were heading Denny's way.

A woman with red hair and too much makeup spotted Denny. " Aw, you poor man. Here take this. It might help you raise your son better. " The red headed lady took out twenty dollars and gave them to Denny. Her friends each gave the man ten dollars as they passed him.

Denny could only stare at the money. He looked down at Bart and said, " Kid, you're my ticket out of a hobo's life! Thank goodness you were abandoned by your parents! " Denny gave Bart a toothy grin.

Denny took care of Bart as if he was his own son. Denny taught Bart how to pickpocket and how to pick locks and even how to be a great con artist. Denny honestly didn't have an emotional connection to Bart at first but over the years he and the kid grew closer together.

Denny even began to pick up the other abandoned kids that were on the streets. Bart had insisted on the idea because he didn't want people to end up alone, just like how Bart was almost completely alone when his parents abandoned him.

At first it was only a few kids they took in. But over time it turned from three kids to over ten kids. All the kids were like family, but they mostly referred to themselves as a gang. As the numbers of kids began to grow so did Denny's reputation. Soon Denny and the kids he took in were heavily involved in the Black Market.

At one point they had broken into a high security museum so they could break out one of the displayed highly rare and very valuable skateboards for Bart to ride on. Denny was very surprised at the skills Bart and his group of friends had. (Yes this seems highly unrealistic but a lot of things in the Simpsons in unrealistic.)

It was when Bart was four years old when Denny was approached by the infamous mob boss, Fat Tony.

" Hello. I've heard that your gang were skilled in infiltration. I will pay you handsomely if you can break out a special mineral for me from a heavily guarded warehouse. It has been there for a while and none of my men have the skills to break it out. Honestly the only thing they do is kill and intimidate clients. Do we have a deal? " Fat Tony asked with a cool voice.

Denny looked conflicted but agreed reluctantly. He was sure Bart and the other kids could do it. But to make sure of the kids' safety Denny was going with them.

The mission was a success with almost no casualties. After that Bart and his friends got more involved with the mafia over the years. But sadly at the age of five Bart lost his only parent figure to a virus Bart couldn't identify. Denny had died because of a weak immune system and old age.

When Denny had died the gang had twenty seven kids in it, including Bart. Since Bart was the oldest member of the gang and had the most experience he was soon made leader of the gang. At the age of five. The decision sounds reckless and the people who agreed to the idea probably didn't think it through but they were still kids. So how can you blame them?

Years pass and Bart's small gang of twenty seven soon turned into a mob of over one hundred kids of all ages. Bart took in any kind of orphan or abandoned child who wanted to join his gang. Some kids even traveled from different states to join the gang. They were all like a big family.

Bart didn't want people to know about his big family. It would put them to a big risk. He has seen Fat Tony, who was a mob boss, being almost killed by people from opposing sides daily. And Bart was technically on Fat Tony's side, which means he would have a lot of enemies as well if they knew about him. But they didn't, in fact no one in Springfield or anywhere else knew about him and his big family. They did things in secret, they did things behind everyone's back when they weren't looking.

It had been five years since Denny, the founder of Bart's big family, had died and left Bart in charge of the gang. Bart and his big family had actually created an underground home with the help of Fat Tony of course. Bart asked for Fat Tony's help two years ago.

" Of course my little mob boss friend. Anything for an old friend. " Fat Tony had said with a smile. Of course after that Bart became Fat Tony's occasional bartender. The job wasn't bad and it actually pays well too.

Bart was sitting on the roof of Springfield's library with a huge burlap sack by his side. He had a paper brown bag in his lap as he ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he made in the morning. Bart took out a juice box and took a sip to wash down the peanut butter. Bart was planing ahead of schedule and was getting gifts for his big family when Christmas came.

The burlap sack was almost filled to the top with stolen goods. It had things in it like different kind of knives along with sledge hammers, chainsaws, coloring books, fiction and nonfiction books and flamethrowers, toys, tablets, DVDs, game consoles, game remotes and games.

And how did he get these things? Well a few years back Bart had discovered a nest with one lone egg in it near the Nuclear Power plant. The mother had gotten killed by an electrical fence. Bart had brought the nest back to his underground home and took care of it until one day it hatched. And from the egg was a mutated hawk baby. The hawk had three eyes instead of the normal number of two, which had made the hawk way more interesting than before. Bart named the hawk, The Carrier Of Death And Lightning. Lightning for short.

Lightning had learned how to fly fairly quickly and was pretty good at retrieving things. Lightning was always with Bart, either he was on the boy's shoulder or flying around close to him or just really near Bart. Lighting did not like it when Bart arrived back at the underground home with a dog he named Santa's Little Helper.

Bart wondered if he had time to do a prank call. Whenever the bartender, Moe, threatens Bart for making him make a fool of himself with horrid death threats it had always raised Bart's mood.

Moe walked out of his bar and stood at the side of his building. He had a pistol in one hand and pointed it at his head. Moe squeezed his eyes shut and said, " Goodbye world. " When he was just about to pull the trigger there was a hawk's cry and the said bird swooped in and snatched the pistol right out of Moe's hand.

Lightning ignored the curses the bartender was throwing at him. The hawk flew over to the library where Bart was waiting for him. The three eyed hawk dropped the pistol into Bart's lap.

" Another gun? Ay caramba! We already have too many guns. Get something that's not a gun! And hurry up, the feast is close to starting. " Bart shouted out to Lightning who was flying in circles above him.

Lisa walked back into the room with color pencils in her hands. Except Maggie wasn't there and the front door was wide opened. Lisa gasped in horror and threw the colored pencils to the floor before running out the opened door. In the distance she saw Maggie crawl on a sidewalk. Cheif Wiggum was standing beside his car with his hands on his hips.

" Officer catch her! " Lisa yelled out as Maggie began to crawl closer to Wiggum feet. Chief Wiggum reached down as far as he could but Maggie went straight through the man's legs. A few moments after Maggie crawled away Chief Wiggum's pants fell down.

" This is the second time this happened! No one look at me, that's an order! " Chief Wiggum cried out as he tried to save what was left of his dignity. Lisa ignored him as she ran after her sister.

Maggia saw the breeze drop her picture onto the ground before her. Maggie grinned and took the picture in her hands. Suddenly there was a shadow of a big bird that had appeared right over Maggie.

Lisa watched as a hawk swooped in and picked up Maggie with it's talons. Lisa watched helplessly as the hawk made it away with her sister. Lisa looked to where the hawk was heading and began to run again.

Bart saw Lightning fly to him with a strangely shaped object in his claws. Lightning then dropped a child into the ten year old's hands.

" You've got to be kidding me! I can't put a baby in a box and wrap it up for a Christmas present. I tried that once and it didn't go too well. Whatever. Well what's your name kid? " Bart said holding the baby up in front of him.

Maggie showed Bart her crude drawing of Itchy and Scratchy. " Hey that's pretty good! I love Itchy and Scratchy! Here I have something you might like. " Bart set Maggia onto the roof and searched through his burlap sack. Bart reached into the bag and pulled out a mallet that looked like it was from the cartoon show.

Maggie took the mallet eagerly into her hands. The baby laughed as she swung the dangerous weapon around.

" Hey would you like the idea of having a big dinner with my family Maggie? " Bart asked Maggie as she played with her toy.

Lisa looked at the hawk as it descended on the library's rooftop. " Hang on Maggie I'm coming! " She was just about to head up to the roof top when she heard a voice a few feet away from her.

" Now I know you'll like the food, Fat Tony's son Michael is making it. Now what to do with the replies from Santa. I never thought Santa could say so many curse words in one letter. " A boy's voice said as he came closer.

Lisa's eyes darted looking for a hiding place. She jumped inside of a trachcan without much hesitation. " Ew Republican posters. " She complained as she closed the lid to the can.

She heard the boy's voice from outside the trashcan, " Alright Maggie I need you to hold these of chick flicks we're burning them tonight. " Lisa gasped as she heard the boy say her sister's name.

Once Lisa was sure the boy was gone she jumped out of the trash can. Principal Skinner had happened to be walking by the library and his eyes widened when he saw the eight year old come out of the trash can. " You're not my problem anymore out of school hours, so I'm going to pretend that never happened. See you next week! " Skinner whistled as he jogged away.

Lisa rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky. The hawk was still up in the air occasionally flying in circles. Where did that boy go?

" Ew I smell like a walking trash can! " Lisa picked off a dirty sock off her shoulder. Lisa shivered in disgust when she saw a half eaten chickwing on her shoe. The sun was bright in the sky and it's like reflected off of Lisa's pearls.

Lightning was soaring above Springfield when a quick flashing of light caught the hawk's eyes. Lightning neatly dived down and swooped over to Lisa before he snatched the pearls of her neck. Lightning heard the girl shout out as he flew away.

Lisa ran after the hawk as it made away at a surprising speed. If the situation was different Lisa would've admired the bird. She saw it head into the backdoor of an old building that was closed for the day.

Lisa ran into the building only to see that it lead to an empty room, there was no sign of the hawk. Lisa closed the door shut behind her before she began to search the room for any sign of the hawk.

The door slammed opened with a bang. Lisa jumped at the unexpected sound and impulsively hide in the shadows. Many voices spoke as they entered the building.

" You think we're late? " A small boy with a buzz cut and a large nose asked to a girl with a wheezy voice.

" No actually it starts in a few minutes. See everyone else is coming. " The girl pointed to the door where a whole group of about thirty kids walking into the building. They were all talking as they pushed a metal box aside and it revealed a hidden passageway in the floor. All the kids began to climb down the stairs.

Here's my chance, Lisa thought as she joined the edge of the crowd. The group was oblivious to her joining them.

As Lisa made her way down the stairs she saw something amazing. The stairs led to some sort of underground mixture of a mall and a big apartment.

The place had huge lights above it that gave the underground home a soft light. There was an arcade to the right full of stolen games machines and a pool table. There was even a bar but they seemed to serve only milk, orange juice and other non-acholic liquids. There were stairs that led to rows of doors that most likely led to the bedrooms.

Lisa noticed that all the kids were heading towards one location. She was pushed by the large crowd of kids into a large dinning hall. There were large tables everywhere with one table in front of all of them. Kids were filling into the dinning hall and sitting at the tables.

Lisa nervously sat down at a table that was in the back. She couldn't afford to bring attention to herself. Later on almost all of the seats were filled and at the table in the front sat a kid with spiky hair. Along with him was Michael D'Amico from the elementary school. Lisa thought she even saw Nelson the school bully sit at one of the tables.

A projector was in front of everyone and a kid was beside it, ready to start it up. The spiky haired kid pointed at the projector kid and said, " Start it. " Lisa recognized his voice from earlier. He was the kid with Maggie, but where was she?

The kid near the projector started it and proceeded to sit down. The projector flared on and The Itchy and Scratchy show started to play.

All the kids laughed as they watched the violent cartoon. Even Lisa let out a few giggle but refrained herself as best as she could. As the cartoon ended the spiky haired kid spoke, " As you guys all know our friend Michael agreed to helping make this feast great! Lets give him a hand. " Soon everyone began to clap.

Michael spoke softly, " Thank you Bart. " He smiled shyly at Bart.

Bart nodded before halting all the clapping. " Okay before we eat and all I like to say a new member of our family. " Lisa leaned forward in her seat knowing what was coming next. Bart continued to talk, " Lighting brought us our newest member, " Bart reached down, " Maggie! " Lisa gasped in horror as she saw her baby sister being held up by a mob boss.

All the kids begin to chant, " Maggie! Maggie! Maggie! "

Lisa didn't know how but she needed to get her sister out of here.