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Published: 2017-10-08 04:53:00 +0000 UTC; Views: 7184; Favourites: 14; Downloads: 0
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Summary: Bob and his girlfriend go on a Ski Trip. Bart shows up and causes mischief. Hilarity ensues. Warnings for slapstick and a tickling scene.--
“Ah, what a beautiful, serene scene…” Bob says, looking out over the snowy wilderness from the top of the hill. He puts his arm around you as you watch the sun rise.
Suddenly, there is a crash from inside the cabin. Bob flinches. “Now what?!”
He rushes inside to see. There's a huge mess inside the cabin… all the pots and pans are out in the open, scattered across the room.
“Who did this?” Bob says, angrily grabbing one of the pots. He goes behind the stove and pulls out a little stowaway – Bart Simpson.
Bart grins nervously. “Hi.”
“Bart!” You sputter. “What are you doing here?!”
“Just checking up on you… making sure Bob behaves.”
You raise an eyebrow, and look at Bob. “Oh, Bob will behave… I’ll be making sure of that!” You wink.
“Oh, well in case he doesn’t, I want to protect you, alright?”
“I’m 23, Bart. But okay, you can watch us from a distance.”
Bart grins at Bob smugly. The redhead forces a smile back at him.
…
At dinner time, you're cutting up some lettuce. You could have sworn you saw a shadow come up from behind you. The shadow appears to be holding a knife.
Before you can turn around to check, there’s the clang sound of a pot and the shadow goes down. You turn around fully.
“Bob…?”
He is on the floor, with a bruise on his head. “I just… wanted to help you… cut the lettuce…” He moans before passing out.
“Bart?” you say.
Bart comes out from behind the couch, with a pot and pan. “Sorry, Lady, but it looked suspicious…”
“It’s okay, Bart. I understand.” You respond. You had to admit, Bob still had trouble not being creepy. “How about we drag him to his room, and then we’ll go to bed. Okay?”
Bart nods. “Sounds like a plan.”
The two of you drag Bob into the log cabin’s main bedroom. He moans slightly, half conscious, as he is carried.
“You okay, Bob?”
He nods. In a southern accent, Bob drawls, “You see, I’m fallin’ for you already, Babe.”
He then falls back into unconsciousness.
Bart and you have to struggle not to chuckle, as you carry him the rest of the way to his room.
…
Bob awakens early, and trots over to Bart’s room. He knocks on the door.
“Hello, Bart…” He says in his regular menacing way. “Here’s a bucket. I’m going to paint the cabin red… Won’t you help me, Bart…?” He grins in an unsettling way.
(Cut to: the outdoors. Bob and Bart are painting the cabin together.)
Bart dips his paintbrush in the red paint again and completes a few more strokes on the wood.
“Why are you doing this?” Bart asks, half suspiciously, half out of genuine curiosity.
“I wanted to surprise (y/n)! I know she likes the colour red.”
“Maybe so, but why did you make it seem like you were going to kill us?”
Bob steps back, looking aghast.
“Perhaps there is a reason I’m usually typecast for villain roles in the theatre...? Rest assured, Bart, it has nothing to do with my former grudge. I'm happy now, I’m a reformed man, and nothing you do will change my mind.”
“How can I tell you’re telling the truth?” Bart says.
“You can’t!” Bob says, chuckling a little. “Unless you have a built in lie detector – which you don’t.” He coughs. “Ahem. Anyways, let’s get back to painting. I want this finished so that (y/n) can see her surprise!”
…
Bart mutters about getting some sort of lie detector as he paces in his room of the cabin.
Meanwhile, Bob arrives at the door of your room and knocks.
“Ohhhh, darling…~! Somebody drew something on our cabin!”
You mutter tiredly, “Then wash it off...”
He opens the door, and trots in the room. “Oh, no! I mean, it’s a surprise! For you! Come and see!”
You get dressed and follow Bob outside.
There, painted on the outside of the cabin, is a picture of Bob’s face and your face, with a heart between the two of you.
“Oh! ... Aww!” You hug Bob close. “This is so beautiful! Thank you!”
Bob purrs happily. “Bart helped.”
“Bart is quite an artist.”
Bob nodded. “Indeed he is.”
…
Bob steps to go into the cabin, but he doesn’t make it two steps inside. He slips on a rug and skids across the room. He stops only when he smashes his face into the brick wall on the other side of the cabin. He slides to the floor in a heap.
“Bob!” you cry, running over. “A-are you alright…? Can you stand…?”
Bob nods his head, grinning on instinct despite the pain. “Yes, I’m just… accident prone.” He shudders as though it's the worst aspect about himself.
…
You lay Bob down in his bed, and rest the ice pack over his head.
“I hope you feel better soon.” You say gently.
Then you slowly walk out of the room, so as not to disturb him any longer.
…
Bob stays in bed for almost the entire day. You bring him some soup.
He accepts and starts sipping it from a spoon. “Thank you, dear.” He mutters.
“Anytime.” You lean over and kiss him on the cheek. His cheeks flush a faint pink. “I’m going to the ski range with Bart now. I’ll see you soon.”
Bob nods. “I only wish I could come along…” He sounds genuinely sad. You pity him.
“I’ll be back soon,” you promise.
…
You meet Bart at the top of the ski hill.
“Hey, Bart!”
He nods. “You ready to go down the Danger Slopes…?”
“Well, actually…”
“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out!”
You shake your head. “It’s not that…”
The danger slopes are fun, you decide. But not nearly as much fun without Bob there.
“Bob got hurt this morning and he couldn’t come with me. I feel bad for him being stuck in bed all day.”
“Well what are you gonna do?”
“I want to go back and have some fun indoors with him.”
“Okay – your funeral.” Bart replies. Then Bart gulps, feeling bad. He races a bit to catch up with you. “…But of course, what fun is it without ol’ Bart Simpson there? Heh-heh…”
He's clearly still suspicious of Bob. Knowing what the man had put him through in the past, you didn’t exactly blame him. Still… Bob was a changed man. You knew he wouldn’t try anything evil.
…
You arrive at the cottage first, ahead of Bart. You open the door and run inside. There Bob is snooping around in the partially-lit room. He seems to be straightening out the furniture. He doesn’t look hurt at all.
Before you have time to process this in your mind, Bob looks up. He looks surprised you’ve arrived back so early and blushes.
“Ah - ! I see you’re back!” Bob backtracks and slowly makes his way back to bed.
“Bob!”
He stops in his tracks.
“What were you doing?”
He stutters, “Just making sure everything is perfect…”
“For what…?”
He is about to tell you when the door slams open. Standing in the doorway is Bart, not looking impressed.
Bob knits his brows together and narrows his eyes. “Nothing. It was meant to be a surprise…”
“B-bob…?”
He backs up and makes his way back to bed. You notice his red and white striped pajamas. They don’t quite seem to fit him, as there’s a small triangle-shaped window for his belly, exposing his C-shaped navel. He is also barefoot. He opens the door to his room and gets in bed. He takes the covers, and throws them over his head.
You decide not to bother him and make your way back to your own bed.
Bob… I wish you weren’t so secretive… Sometimes you scare me…
It hurts on the inside, but things will be better in the morning, you tell yourself. Bob will be in a better mood and then he’ll tell you what’s on his mind…
Hopefully…
…
Bart knocks at your door in the middle of the night.
“Hey, Lady?”
You nod tiredly. “Yeah…?”
“I know Bob’s up to no good! You know it too…”
You hesitate. “There’s something on his mind, I’ll say that much for sure.”
Bart nods. “Whatever he’s up to, we’ve got to get him to talk. He wouldn’t just drag you up into a cottage in the mountains for no reason!”
You consider this before speaking. “You’re right. But how will we get him to talk? I really don’t want to hurt him…”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got a plan!” Bart says fiendishly.
…
You open the door to Bob’s room. Bart sneaks inside, and you follow.
Both of you get nearer to the bed until you’re close enough… then you pounce!
Bob awakes with a start. “Ahh! What are you doing? What’s going on?”
Bart speaks up, a confident clarity in his voice. “We know you’ve been planning something involving us, and we want you to tell us what it is!”
Both of you have a firm grip on his arms.
“That’s a secret!" He protests. "A surprise!”
“Bob – you’re frightening us!" You say. "If it’s something harmless, just tell us!”
“Alright!” he admits. “It’s something harmless! Now please leave me alone!”
Bart and you exchange glances. Nope. Not good enough.
You speak up. “Bob, as much as I, your lovely girlfriend, would love to believe that, your criminal record casts doubt upon your statement.”
He starts to look nervous. “W-what more do you want…?”
Bart pipes up. “We want the truth!”
He pokes the man in the stomach. Bob flinches away.
“It’s a surprise for (y/n)! I can’t tell you – I’m sorry!”
“That’s too bad!” the pint-sized troublemaker replies. He pokes Bob in the stomach some more. Bob resists it as best he can but some giggles and a squeak escape his lips.
You try your best not to smile. “Indeed… it is too bad, Bob, dear…” You start gently poking his stomach as well. “As we’re going to keep doing this until you ‘fess up!”
“Hehe! N-no! D-don’t do that! AHAha!” He tries to throw you two off, but you’re too strong.
“Kitchie-coo, Bob!” you giggle. You turn to Bart. “I think this is quite fun, don’t you?”
Bart switches to a Cockney accent, “Jolly good fun indeed, madam!”
He tickles Bob faster, going from the sides of his stomach to his middle, earning loud laughter from the man.
“AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!! Y-you insolent brat! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Bart seems unfazed, and says to you, “Take over on the stomach area. I’ll get his feet!”
“D-don’t you dare!” Bob mutters through his laughter. He shrieks when the boy drags his fingers down his sensitive soles. “EEEEEK! AHAHAAAHAHAHAHA!”
“Last chance, Bob honey…” you say, narrowing your eyes at him. You continue to poke at and tickle his stomach, getting closer and closer to the bellybutton. He realizes where you’re headed and in his eyes there’s a silent, ‘oh no!’
You swirl your finger around, closer and closer…
“Alright! I’ll tell you!” he shrieks.
Too late! You dive the finger in his bellybutton and he squeals loudly, thrashing around.
“AHAHAHHAAHAHAHAH! HEHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHEE!”
Meanwhile, Bart is having a field day with the feet. One stroke up, another stroke down! First left foot, then the right foot! And now both feet at the same time! Bart laughs evilly under his breath. He hardly feels sorry for Bob after all he’d tried to do. And this was the perfect revenge!
“HAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!” the man laughs.
After a few more seconds, you decide Bob has had enough. Besides, he did promise to tell you the secret.
“Alright, Bart! He’s had enough!” you call out. “He’s given in!”
Bart curses under his breath. Just when he was having the most fun he’s had in ages! He swipes his hand in a curved motion. But he stops with the tickling.
“The reason…” Bob gasps, still catching his breath, “you –cruel- thing!” he hisses at Bart. “That I was snooping around the cottage while you were skiing… is that I was preparing…”
He takes you by the hand gently, as if preparing to kiss it.
“I was preparing… for my…” he reaches into his coat pocket, hanging by the bedside table. “My…” He frowns, as if unable to reach something.
“Try the other pocket!” Bart calls out.
Bob reaches into the other pocket, not without hesitation. He fiddles around and finally finds what he was looking for. He kneels down – as best as one can while on a bed – and opens his hands. He opens the lid of the little black box he’s holding.
You squeal as you see the diamond ring. It’s as big as a cat’s eye!
“Oh, Bob! Yes! I will marry you!” You jump on him to hug him. He topples down into the covers.
He laughs happily. As you lay on top of him you feel his heart beating very fast. Yours is beating fast too.
“I love you, Bob!”
He smiles and mutters, “I love you, too!”
…
As you sit in bed with Bob the next morning, you mutter, “You’re not going to take revenge on Bart because of last night, are you?”
“If you mean, 'will I try to kill him?', then no.”
You breathe a sigh of relief.
Just then Bart enters the cabin after a long day of skiing outside. A bucket, filled to the brim with snow, falls on his head. He reacts, clenches his teeth, and wipes the snow off his head, and closes the door.
Bob chuckles softly. “But! I’m not opposed to a little juvenile pranking!” He chuckles again.
“And you’re not going to take revenge on me either?” you ask.
“Well,” Bob says. “If you insist!”
He pounces on you and starts tickling your belly and your feet, the way you and Bart did to him. You laugh loudly, half with joy, and half from the tickling.
…
“Well, that was a nice ski trip, if I do say so myself!” Bob said proudly, standing at the top of the hill.
“Um, Bob?” you say. “You barely skied at all… and this is our last day.”
“I know…” he says warmly. “But it’s the best time I’ve had all year round.”
“Me too…” you admit. You put an arm around him and bring him close. You kiss him full on the lips. He reciprocates. You deepen the kiss. It lasts for about a minute. When it’s over, you look at him lovingly. He looks lovingly at you, eyes half-closed.
“Well… now what?” you ask curiously.
He kisses the top of your head and then smiles. “We go home.”
He looks perfectly happy and innocent as he packs his things into the bag. He holds on to his ski poles.
“But first, let me try this one hill!”
Bob gets ready to slide down. But suddenly, a high-pitched “Cowabunga!” is heard. Bob is slammed into by an unknown source and tumbles head over heels down the snow mountain. He lets out a goofy scream.
After seeing that he’s made it down the hill, and is okay, you turn to the source of the ‘Cowabunga!’ It’s Bart.
“Sorry!” he says. “I was skiing out of control!”
You look worried for Bob and start skiing down after him.
“Really, really I was!” Bart shouts. “Sorry Bob! I didn’t mean it!”
A dazed, agonized shout comes from the bottom of the hill. “Bart, you’re dead!”
Bart looks very worried. But after some comforting and coaxing from you, Bob shouts up the hill, “I mean, metaphorically!”
“Oh…!” Bart says, looking relieved.
“Now bring that bag of stuff, and come help me!”
Bart nods and pushes the stuff down the hill. Then he skiis down the hill to go help the man.
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Thanks! 
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I'm glad you do! 
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I'm glad you do~
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Absolutely lovely! I love this installment, I truly wish that you may continue this series a bit more of possible, but no rush or worries if you aren't
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Thanks! 
I did plan on writing another story, that takes place after "Barbara and Francesca's Tour of the City", this time focusing on Sideshow Mel. But Bob might appear in it as well. ^^
By the way, I like your new profile picture!
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Well then I most definitely will look forward to reading it if you do! ^-^
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Aw, this was very cute! Bart may have been overprotective, but he did ruin Bob's proposal there. Ah, well. The tickling was a cute touch there, and then the bucket of snow over Bart's head was indeed juvenile--but funny.
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Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! ^^
I wanted to continue the Bart & Reader friendship, because it seemed like Bart would still care enough about her to watch over her, even when Bob seemingly 'reformed'. (And this time he really did - though Bart had no way of knowing that.) ^^ Bob just seems like such a ticklish person, even though we've never heard his tickle-laugh, I just had to take the opportunity! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!! 
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Well, it came across as adorable! 
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Yeah, I could see that!
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