Long Distance Prank Calls - Helen

 

Helen

It was a normal busy day at Vitale, et al.

 

The phone rang.

 

Marianne Kingston answered it. “Hello?”

 

“Hello…”

 

She hung up.

 

Helen Morgendorffer knew what happened. That boy from Springfield, North Takhoma yet again! “That has to stop,” she said.

 

“But, what can you do?” Marianne asked.

 

“I have an idea. Something Daria mentioned.”

 

“That sounds good.”

 

 

That evening, Marge Simpson was preparing dinner when the phone rang. She sighed and picked it up, knowing that Homer wouldn’t bother when he was engrossed in the TV. “Hello?”

 

“Is that Marge Simpson?”

 

“I’m Marge Simpson and you are?”

 

“Helen Morgendorffer. I’m calling because your son, Bart’s, prank calls are causing disruptions here in Lawndale.”

 

“I know about it. The charges are quite ridiculous compared to when he stuck to Springfield.”

 

“That’s not the only problem, Mrs. Simpson. He’s annoyed both of my daughters and riled up my husband,”

 

“I see,” Marge said.

 

“And you don’t want to see him when he’s riled up.”

 

“I will talk to him about it again.”

 

“Good. Otherwise I may need to take legal action,” Helen said.

 

“I can guess, your older daughter told me you’re a lawyer.”

 

“Yes, and you don’t want your son to face the full force of my ire!”

 

‘She’d probably file a restraining order!’ Marge considered. That was definitely something she didn’t want on Bart’s record. “And he won’t have to.”

 

“I’ll hold you to that.”

 

“Thanks for your call.”

 

 

After dinner, Marge called a family meeting.

 

“Oh, Marge, what do we need a family meeting for?” Homer asked.

 

“Because of Bart’s calls,” Marge answered.

 

“Really?” Bart asked.

 

“Yes,” Marge answered.

 

“So, someone in that town in that eastern state has tracked us down?” Homer asked.

 

“They knew it was a Simpson family from this flyover state a while ago,” Lisa answered.

 

“Oh,” Homer said.

 

“So, what about my calls?” Bart asked.

 

“Mrs. Morgendorffer spoke to me, Bart. You know that she’s a lawyer.”

 

“So?”

 

“She mentioned that she might take legal action! That could include a restraining order.”

 

 

Bart considered that. As much as he had caused trouble, he hadn’t thought about that. “Fine! I’ll stop calling Lawndale, nor anywhere else in Marylvania.

 

“Good! I shall write a letter and send it to them,” Marge said.