.o0O(Bart with a large circus mallet smashing his alarm clock)
.o0O(A sleeping rooster)
Bart sits up in bed and stretches. He yawns and sleepily makes his way to the bathroom.
.o0O(Bart frozen in a block of ice as water from the shower continues to rain on him)
He walks back out of the bathroom looking a little upset and grumbling. He changes out of his towel and into the first set of clothes that he finds.
.o0O(An X-ray screen in front of Bart showing his stomach to be an empty canyon)
He rubs his stomach as he grabs his backback and runs off to get breafast.
.o0O(Pancakes, bacon, glasses of juice, cereal, milk, sausage and many other breakfast foods.)
From thought to action. Bart orders a good portion of the menu from the cafeteria and quickly devours all of it.
.o0O( Bart with a gigantic stomach and stacks of empty plates at a table in front of him.)
The yound speedster looks up to the clock and notices that he's late for class. He quickly speeds off in the direction of the classrooms.
.o0O(Stout looking angry and pointing at a clock then, proceeding to pound Bart flat and then, throws the frisby Bart to his seat)
Impulse slides into the classroom, greeted by a less then pleasant look from his teacher. The teacher scolds Bart and then sends him to his seat. Some of the other kids in the class snicker at Bart as he walks to his seat. He sits down, quietly grumbling to himself. The teacher yells at the kids and now it's Bart's turn to snicker at them.
The class continues and the teacher droans on about this and that. Bart's head rests on one his hand, elbow on the desk. He doodles away at the margins of his notebook, not really paying too close of attention to the teacher.
.o0O(Bart sleeping at the desk. Large 'Z's' coming from him.)
.o0O(A broken clock)
.o0O(Bart playing video games)
.o0O(Bart watching T.V. in his recliner)
Bart sighed deeply and looked as if he thought this class would never end.
.o0O(Bart getting yelled at by WetherMan 1, still a small smile on his face since he's not in class)
Finally, the teacher excuses the class and the speedster moves on to his next one basically feeling the same through them all. Finally, the end of classes comes and it's time for the daily training exercises. As usual, Bart is the first one suited up and ready for the session. Stout points at him and then to the monitor room. A look fo shock on Bart's face, followed by a stern one on Stouts. Bart's shoulders drop as he walks to the monitor room, grumbling the whole way.
Seated in front of the monitor with a pair of headphones and a microphone on he watches his fellow Academy members as they go on the simulated battle. It's Bart job to relay information to them and try to give a heads-up on any in-comming threats. Bart sits with his elbow on the console, his head resting on his hand. He pays close attention to the monitors but, isn't too overly enthused.
Then, he sees Nyra on one of the screens and smiles. As usual, she was holding her own, and then some and, kicking much ass. Bart watches intently, cheering on his best friend as he would his favorite wrestler.
.o0O(Flash back to Nyra kissing Bart)
.o0O(A much more passionate kiss between the two of them)
Bart sits strait up in his chair, surprised by his own thought. He shakes his head as if to say, no way.
.o0O(Bart and Nyra in a wrestline ring, holding up twin gold belts. Another pair of men lie on the ground.)
Suddenly, there's a lot of yelling in Bart's ear. He looks at another monitor and sees a couple of the other students covered in the paint that marked they died in combat. They're all yelling and complaining at once. Then Stout comes through the door. Bart gets ready for a lot of irish accented yelling but, instead recieves small lecture and a pat on the shoulder. Stout smiles as he walks away. Bart paid attention longer then he thought he would.
Finally, what was left of the day was Bart's to do what he wanted.
.o0O( Bart dragging a HUGE bookbag, loaded with stuff to overfilling, spilling papers out)
Or, what he has to do. Like, his homework. Bart sets to work as soon as he has a small snack. Two entire pizzas. He attaches the device that monitors him when he does his homework. It makes sure that he does it all at normal speed.
.o0O(Bart still working with a long, grey beard)
An hour later...
.o0O(Bart celebrates, confetti and ticker tape fly)
He packs up all the work to turn back in, in the morning and dashes across the room, vaulting over the top of his recliner. Bart grabs a controler and turns on his TV and PS2. The game lights up the TV screen and one of the games that Nyra has brought him back loads.
Slowly.
Eventually, Bart dives right back into the game, playing as if the rest of the world didn't exist.
Many hours later, Bart yawns and turns the game off. He stretches and settles into his chair to watch some television. The movie barely gets by the opening credits before Bart's passed out, curled up in his chair.
Much later, the young speedster groans and rolls out of the chair, and onto the floor. He stretches.
.o0O(Bart's back all kinked into odd angles.)
Impulse changes into a pair of shorts and climbs into his bed, barely remembering to turn on the alarm clock. It doesn't take long before he's asleep again. This story may have covered what Bart thinks throughout the day but, what he dreams, is an entirely differnt story!
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