Lee laughed out loud and slapped his knees as Bart Simpson pulled down his jeans and mooned the Prime Minister of Australia while a band somewhere struck up The Star-Spangled Banner. Mega! Way to go, Bart. Best episode ever, this. ‘Lee!’ Oh-oh. ‘Yes, Dad?’ ‘I’ll give you “yes dad”. Get down here now.’ Oh heck – now what have I done? ‘Coming, Dad.’ ‘What you been playing at, eh?’ Lee gaped at the stuff all over the garage floor. ‘Wasn’t me, Dad. Never left my room.’ ‘Don’t lie to me, boy.’ ‘I’m not. I haven’t been in here, Dad. Honest.’ ‘So who did this? Your mother? The Invisible Man?’ ‘I dunno, Dad, but it wasn’t me.’ ‘Oh, wasn’t it? Well I’ll tell you one thing – it’s you’s going to put it all back, and you’d better be quick about it. I’ve somebody coming any minute and he’ll not see my place looking like a tip. Go on – get it sorted before I kick your backside.’ Not fair. On his knees on the concrete floor, stacking stuff under the bench while The Simpsons performed to his empty room.
