Lisa Kills Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons | Treehouse of Horror XXXIV)

I would use the cleaver if I was you

Wasn't Maggie supposed to be a famous popstar idol??

I think the only who had a happy ending at the end was Maggie

Literally one of the best twist in most psychological thrillers. Not necessarily this storyline but if this storyline were a movie it would deserve an academy award or some film related reward especially considering the story is technically about the dangers of childhood trauma.

R.I.P. Sideshow Bob 🌺🕊️

Rip sideshow Bob… 😊

I bet she did this to get revenge for her brother

Ironic to me that the scene of Lisa killing Bob while "englishman" plays in the background reminds me of William Afton getting springlocked while "toreador march" plays in the background.

The irony is that in Fun Times at Homer's 3, Sideshow Bob took the role as Purple Guy/William afton and got brutally killed when becoming Suitcage

Bon say8ng trope alert is hilarious mainly cause a lot of media overuses once popular tropes or tries to defy said tropes so hard it ruins the rest of itself

Adult Brianna Marie Shead she princess suspects

Sad news today sideshow Bob was found dead with self inflicted stab wounds, his cellmate former psychiatrist Lisa Simpson happened to be asleep at the time

Bob : nani why are you here?

Lisa : to have a good time killing you.

Bob : what?!

29 seconds later of bob screaming

This proves family runs deep

Imagine another Treehouse of Horror segment where Sideshow Bob's son Gino's attempt to take revenge.

Wait, why couldn’t Lisa just ask Maggie to let her in the cell WITHOUT getting convicted?

For whoever wants to read, that could be the end of the story. Hope you like it! 🙂
(sorry if my English is not the best 😅)

The blood had already stopped flowing from Bob's corpse, but Maggie could still hear her sister, or what was left of her, treacherously stabbing the dead flesh of the architect of her entire family's misfortune. Finally, she heard the thud of metal against the floor on the other side, followed by a silence that seemed like an eternity. Her heart almost stopped when the bloody calm was cut short by a scream that chilled her blood. Finally, the revenge of the monster that Lisa unconsciously created had arrived; that strong and inexhaustible desire to kill the one who had torn her brother to pieces, ending her life and, consequently, that of her entire family… that fury that was eating away at her inside, demanding retribution, had been calmed down. The result of her repressed desires, which made her life miserable, now found herself screaming uncontrollably inside the cell, with the reason for her existence already extinct and lying motionless and unrecognizable in a corner.
Suddenly, Maggie notices something new: her screams turned to laughter, which then turned to tears. The heartless serial killer was crying.
Maggie looks out the window to see her sister against the wall, her back to her, crying loudly. She decided it was time: she opened the door and entered the cell.
Lisa suddenly stopped crying. When she turned to see her, Maggie recognized the face, disfigured by madness, of what was once her adorable older sister, with eyes red from crying, watching her.
-Maggie, Maggie, Maggie… my dear little sister -. Maggie turned to see and, why not?, admire the lump of flesh, bones, cloth and blood that responded to Bob's name when he was alive.
-It's done, sweetheart -Lisa looked at her with a smile -. We did it.
An overwhelming feeling washed over her: Lisa's words, along with the repulsive image of him next to her, hit hard at her psyche. They had actually succeeded in murdering Bob.
Something broke inside her, stored for 30 years inside. The wall that isolated her from the world was falling apart and, for the first time since that fateful night, Maggie burst into tears.
She collapsed to her knees on the floor, his hands on her face. The disgusting scene she had just witnessed, which would have traumatized anyone, was something she also wished, with all her heart, to see. She cried with happiness, and that happiness burned strongly in her chest, hurting her inside. She was aware that, like Lisa, she too had no return. She had never had it.
"Maggie, calm down." Lisa approached Maggie and knelt with her. You are free now, we are free now… Lisa is free now.
Maggie removed her hands from her crying face to look at her sister.
-I just want you to know that she didn't suffer… I made her sleep before finishing her. Our dear sister left in peace.
Lisa's words somehow calmed Maggie's broken heart.
"My dear Maggie," Lisa stroked her sister's hair. You wanted this too, and you helped me do it. You helped Lista do it. Growing up watching mom do her best and watching her succumb to grief and pain was too much for you. So much so that you were never able to speak or even almost feel; You totally blocked yourself. You're the one who had it the worst, dear. You spent your life seeing your sister broken and your father lost in alcohol. Lisa knew that this man was nothing without his wife. Dad was very good to us, but part of him died with mom…
Maggie closed her eyes tightly, repressing the tears that wanted to come out, after 30 years, all together. She remembered Homer, lying drunk at home, crying uncontrollably. Trying to be a good father, but ending up being a burden to both of them.
-Lisa collapsed, and that's when she gave birth to me. I was her protector, her shield… going so far as to kill for her.
Maggie was silent, remembering that first time she met what she was now talking to: the one who had controlled her sister from that moment until today, the sad end of her.
-Who would have thought that my first murder was with love? You both knew you couldn't go on like this, so I put an end to our dear father's misery by shoving that tennis ball down his throat. We loved dad, that's why we didn't want him to suffer any more. But I made a mistake, typical of rookies: you were there. You saw me.
Maggie listened attentively, her eyes watering.
-It was there that you met me. You knew I wasn't Lisa. That I wasn't your sister. That sweet Lisa couldn't have done something so horrible. And you were right, little sister: she didn't do it, it was me, and I did it for you two. You knew it at that moment, that's why you didn't do anything. You understood everything just by looking into my eyes, and you decided to help me. You dedicated your life to entering the police force, while I guided Lisa to the study of perverse criminology so she could learn how to kill without being discovered and in the worst possible ways, by the time she built a career that made her feel less miserable with her already pathetic life and gave her strength to move forward.
Maggie remembered all the effort she had to make to get into the police force without being able to say a word… and the “services” she had to provide for it. “He doesn't speak, but how good does she use her mouth!” It was the phrase that was heard most in the penal station. That marked her, but it was nothing compared to the goal to which she had dedicated her life.
-And here we are, little sister -. Lisa hugged her -. I no longer have a purpose to continue existing, nor should I continue to do so, given the monster that I am. But you… are you sure? You can still…” she felt Maggie's head nod against her shoulder. She was determined. She was also a monster, as she had witnessed the murder of her own father and had covered it up, along with the other innocents who died by the bloody hand of her unbalanced sister. She always knew what Lisa was unconsciously up to, and she let it happen.
-I understand, little sister, and don't worry: you know better than anyone that I am a professional at this.
Maggie had to hand it to her, since at no time did she feel the knife digging into her belly until she felt her sister's fist, holding the handle, against her skin. She opened her eyes wide.
-Shhhhh… calm down, little sister, calm down… you won't feel anything. Your suffering will soon end. Soon you'll see dad, mom, Bart… and Lisa. Tell your sister not to blame herself for my existence, and ask dad's forgiveness for me, since it is impossible for me to go with you.
Lisa felt Maggie's tears pool on her neck as her life slowly faded away.
-Sister…
Lisa froze: had she just heard Maggie say her first, and last, word?
Finally, she felt that Maggie was gone, and only her limp body was leaning against her. She again burst into tears, feeling more alone than ever: she had killed her entire family, which was neither a victim of Bob nor of nature itself.
Gently removing the knife from her sister's belly, she laid her on her lap, which was bathed in her blood. After stroking her hair for a moment longer, she decided not to waste any more time and cut her own neck with a deep cut, which made her fall next to her sister.
As she slowly bled to death, she finally felt peace. Deserved or not, she decided to give herself to her, while the melody sounded in her head, the one that accompanied her for 30 years and that, before leaving this world, she hummed softly…

For he himself has said it
And it’s greatly to his credit
That he is an Englishman

He remains an Englishman…

I didnt know lisa had it in her

the fact that she kills him to "he is an englishman" is poetic imo

I mean, her sister, The policewoman , did not like him being held in solitary confinement and did not report him

Wow the lengths the girls went to avenge their brother 😮

0:25 You can hear the Marge coming through in Lisa's voice.

I love that they played sideshow Bob’s favorite song while Lisa brutally murders him,and while Maggie just stands there, chilling truly, a sister tag team