Simpsons fanfic ideasI'm wondering if I should write some more fanfics involving Bob and/or Cecil. I have a few ideas fluttering around in my brain. Tell me if any of the following appeal to you:
1. The Simpsons vacation at a ski resort and lose Maggie in the woods. Bob finds her and takes her back to the cabin he's renting with Cecil, shortly before an avalanche traps them inside.
2. Bob deals with the troubles of having big feet. Comedy. Would probably be better as a comic than a fanfic.
3. Remember the episode where Lisa met a fortuneteller who warned her about a British man that she almost ends up marrying? What if Hugh wasn't the only British man in her future? What if Cecil was there too? And what if she was in love with both men, but didn't know which one the fortuneteller had warned her about?
4. I have already volunteered to adopt :iconwario-girl:'s unfinished fanfic "You're Not Here" starring Bob. I don't know if anyone around here is familiar with it, but it's got a brilliant plot. Plus it was t
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"So you're back," Cecil welcomed Robert home. "So proud of you, big brother."
"And you may imagine the..." -- Bob shuddered lightly -- "...'warm, fuzzy feeling' I got hearing you say that." His
voice was icy with sarcasm, as usual, but more tired than always. "How sweet. Think I need a root canal."
Cecil just stared at him with an air of boredom. "Ah, hush up." He then looked away from Bob, and cocked his head
to one side.
"I see you've brought company..."
"What...?" The expression on Bob's face turned to one of puzzlement, then to concern, and once he looked behind
him, to annoyance; for Katherine stood there casually.
"Ta-dah." she simply stated.
"You followed me?!" Bob inquired rather loudly, his hands almost automatically landing on his hips in annoyance.
It was throughout that evening that Bob an
-ma vie, the ruse: part 2--ma vie, the ruse: part 2- in Humor More Like This
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Cecil Terwilliger, formerly of cell block 4, Springfield Penitentiary, was pleased to say he was not insane,
thank you very much. His life was (most of the time) perfectly normal. He had never tried to run for mayor on a
corrupted agenda. He had never married someone just to murder them, and he had never held the city ransom
with a nuclear weapon. No sir! Cecil was just about the nicest, most pleasant guy you'd ever want to meet.
It was his brother that was weird.
The red-haired Terwilliger sibling stooped down at their front door and retrieved the envelopes. As he
shuffled through the mail, he predicted that within them were bills, begs for subscriptions to trivial publications
about theories about a musician's surgically-enhanced nose, which rat-faced boy-band dropout would become the
next bubblegum pop sensation, or who Selma Bouvier was dating this week. His expressive onyx eyes blinked in