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Homer: Bart! Bart!
Bart: Uh-oh! Chores!
Bart: The toy chest.
Lisa: Shhhh!
Bart: The closet. Ah, safe at last. Oh, no. It's locked. I'm trapped in here. trapped like a rat.
Bart: I cant take it anymore. I've got to get out of this closet!
I give up. I'll do chores. Huh?
"Dear Bart: the family has gone for frosty chocolate milkshakes. Sorry we couldn't find you. Love, dad."