This is a quick li'l something that I wrote back in November. It's based on the Simpsons S25 E13 (The Man Who Grew Too Much). I thought I would try something different with this blog and post a little bit of writing, and I have a lot more short stories on my phone (like soooo many) so I'll post more if anyone is interested! 🤷♀️
Characters used (c) Matt Groening and The Simpsons
As the two diligent acquaintances were hard at work in the laboratory, a tune came to Bob's mind. He softly began to hum, and Lisa took note of this but didn't seem to mind. For being somewhat rivals, both workers seemed rather laid back; at least that's what it would appear like to an observer.
Lisa was just a little tense, but it was in her nature to be a little uneasy.
She liked the fact that her and Bob shared a lot of common interests, and it felt wonderful to talk to someone who was as intelligent as she was, but to be working with her brother's mortal enemy, let alone being in the same room as him, was a big step.
Now Bob had never directly tried to kill her, although it may have appeared that way. There was that time when he tried to blow up Springfield, but it had mainly been a threat to rid the town of their absurd television programs. Then there was that time when the Simpsons had been fooled by a television commercial, and lured to a fake restaurant where Bob had tried to blow them up. But this had merely been a decoy scheme so nobody would suspect his true intentions at the funeral home.
Taking all of this into account, Bob really didn't mind Lisa all that much; he had even referred to her as "the one rose petal floating atop the cesspool that is the Simpsons."
Bob continued to hum merrily, a content expression spread across his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over at the girl seated next to him, and could sense a hint of distress from the way she kept nervously glancing out the window. She was fumbling with one of her gloves and pulling at the loose rubber.
"Are you alright, Lisa?"
She whipped her head around, taking her eyes off the window where squirrels were scurrying up the luscious trees. She was abruptly pulled out of her deep train of thought.
"Yes," she nodded.
She took the potato out of its sizzling bath of chemicals and grabbed the small knife next to her. She carefully began to chop it, the sound of Bob's gentle humming easing her worries.
The sharp blade sliced easily through the thick potato, with little resistance.
Bob snatched the small, plump tomato adjacent to his workspace and picked up a narrow syringe filled with a sizzling green liquid. He carefully injected it into the tomato as Lisa watched inquisitively.
His humming soon became more of a song, and he began to sing lyrics to go with it.
"You say modified tomato, I say modified tomahto!"
As Lisa continued to chop the potato she chimed in.
"I say engineered potato, you say engineered potahto!"
Bob took the cord from the blender sitting between them, and plugged it into the wall. They began to toss in the ingredients as they proceeded with their song.
"Potato!" Lisa chanted.
"Potahto!" Bob joined.
"Tomato!"
"Tomahto!"
With each ingredient they sang, they tossed it into the open mouth of the blender.
"Let's splice some D-N-A!" They sang in unison.
The newly blended ingredients turned into a coral-like color, and the modified mixture sprung to life, climbing out of the blender and into a small jar labeled “Pomato Juice.”
They both began to laugh.
"Ah," Bob grinned. "That is my first non-evil laugh in years."
