Ch. 4

Drinking half of it, Bart started dancing around drunk. "And the saints go marching…" he slurred. He then climbed on his bed and started jumping on it. "…and they go marching. Go saints…" As he jumped this time, he did a twirl and missed the bed, landing flat on his back. He groaned.

Hearing the ruckus, Lisa came in the room. "Bart! Are you okay??" she asked, coming to her 'sick' brother. She looked in his eyes.

"The wheel in the sky keeps on turning…." He attempted to sing.

"Eck! Bart! Your breath smells horrible!" Lisa commented, turning away. Bart only laughed and started looking for his can of beer, wanting to finish it.

Lisa took another close look at Bart. Is Bart drunk?? Lisa asked herself, seeing the signs of being drunk. She saw it enough in her dad to know them. Oh my gosh, I think he really is drunk!

Bart smiled. "Hey Lise, what's happenin'?"

Lisa looked at him shocked. "Bart! Stop drinking beer or Mom and dad will kill you!"

"Beer? Where?" the boy asked, looking around.

Lisa sighed. It was a lost hope with Bart being drunk. She decided to give him the lecture when he was more clear-headed. She got up and started to leave.

"Hey Lise?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you not…" he trailed off, belching at the end. Lisa had a feeling it was supposed to be a "don't rat me out'. She half smiled and left.

Bart continued to sit there and sing the rest of the night.

The next day Homer came rushing in the kitchen. "Food food food food??" he asked repeatedly, almost stepping on the cat.

"In a minute Homer," Marge said, almost done cooking the pancakes.

"Mom, what are we having for breakfast?" Lisa asked, sitting herself down at the table.

"Pancakes," Marge answered. "Bart! Come down and have breakfast!" the mother called.

Bart couldn't. He couldn't pull himself up. "Uuuugggghhhnh," he moaned. The boy laid on his bed, with a severe hangover. His head throbbed in pain and he felt like throwing up again.

"BART!" Marge called again. "Is he still sick?" the mother asked her family.

"Uh…yeah, I think so," Lisa said nervously.

"Oh. Then I'll just bring him his breakfast," Marge said.

Thinking there were probably beer cans around his room, Lisa piped in. "Oh no mom, I will," she offered.

"Oh could you?"

Lisa nodded and took the breakfast tray upstairs to Bart. "Hey Bart," she poked her head in.

"Hey Lise," Bart replied, half smiling. "Oh god, I am NEVER drinking again!"

"Good thing. Mom thinks you're still sick. Here's your breakfast," Lisa said, setting the tray on his bed. The two sat there in silence for awhile.

Bart coughed, and Lisa decided it was her time to take her leave. She started to head out.

"Hey Lise?" her brother called.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks sis, I owe you," he said. Lisa smiled and left.