The doorbell rang at 9:00 one evening. I couldn't figure out who would be at the door so late. I was even more confused when I couldn't see anyone through the window in the door. When I opened the door, there was Bart, laying there on the front porch. There was a note attached to his big head that said to babysit him for a few days, then pass him around the neighborhood. Apparently he's for everyone to enjoy/beat-up.
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