Lisa
Lisa
Simpson was cleaning her saxophone in the lounge room when she heard the phone
ring. No one else was there so she picked it up. “Hello?”
“Lisa?”
Daria Morgendorffer asked. “Your brother’s calls need to be stopped.”
“What
happened?”
“He’s
annoyed more people, including my father and Jane’s brother, and he’s difficult
to annoy.”
“I
see,” Lisa responded.
“So,
we need to stop him somehow.”
“I
can think of several things.”
“So,
what are they?” Daria asked. “I have thought of some things.”
“We
need to bring both our mothers into this.”
“I
had thought of that too, but my mother is so busy with work.”
“I
think you said something like that before,” Lisa said.
“But
I will talk with her.”
“And
I will talk to mine.”
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