Bart was walking round the neighbourhood with his eternal friend and side-kick Milhouse. He spotted a garage sale out on the lawn of one of the houses.
"Come on, Bart. Let's go to the arcade." Milhouse suggested.
A quick glance at the objects being sold quickly told Bart that there was an opportunity here. There was the usual selection of things being thrown out from the garage. But what peaked his attention was when he realised who actually lived here.
Professor Frink.
Curiosity got the better of him, as he was drawn to the table with the items on that he couldn't recognise. Their blinking lights and pinging sounds drew Milhouse over too.
"Woah, Bart. What do you think this is?" he said picking up an item at random.
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