Chapter 6 – Nightclub Madness & Morning Reality
The Springfield night was alive with neon and noise as Danny Boy and The Govna strutted back to their hotel. Beneath the lobby, the bass shook the foundations — Club Itchy & Scratchy, Springfield’s rowdiest nightclub.
“Wheyyyyyy! One more round before bed!” Danny Boy bellowed, charging down the stairs.
“Blow me, lad,” The Govna smirked, adjusting his shades, “we’ve work tomorrow. But first… we destroyizzzzz the dancefloor.”
Inside was pure mayhem. Disco Stu was locked in a spin-off, Otto shredded an invisible guitar, and Groundskeeper Willie — shirtless, wild-eyed — wrestled a fog machine.
Danny Boy stormed the dancefloor, grabbing a mic from the DJ.
“Springfield! Tonight we splattttttttttttt!”
The Govna slid in smooth, twirling like a trench-coated Fred Astaire. Danny Boy tried breakdancing, accidentally flattening a nacho stand and two Squishee cocktails. The crowd roared with laughter.
“Yummmiezzzz!” Danny Boy cried, sliding across the floor on his knees. The Govna winked and crowd-surfed over Milhouse and his pals.
Across town, though, Sgt. Salty wasn’t clubbing. He was slumped on the late-night Springfield train, pint in hand, staring out the window.
Then he saw him — a familiar silhouette walking by the tracks.
“No way…” Salty whispered. He banged the glass. “Wheyyyyyy, fancy meeting you here, old friend!”
The figure waved, grinning in the moonlight. For the first time that night, Salty’s smile wasn’t cheeky — it was real. Tomorrow, he had a new mission.
And Springfield had no idea what was coming.
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