Bart to the Future

[ Lisa ] How much farther to the campground? Let's see. Judging from the bug buildup. we're gettin' close. I am not sure mosquito season is the best time to visit Lauraville Lake. Folks. you're going to have to turn around. The bugs are firmly in charge. - What? - Please. just go. They've taken the Visitors Center! They-They ate the comment book! All right. Geez. [ Loud Buzzing ] [ Screaming ] Hey! Hey! My class ring! Oh. thanks for nothing. Hey! An Indian casino! [ Homer] God bless Native America! Let's go. Marge. Come on! Come on! Come on! Homer. you know I had a gambling problem. Well. what better place to celebrate your recovery than amidst the frenzied excitement of the casino floor? - [ Questioning Groan ] - Lisa? Uh. something troubles me about Indian gaming. On the one hand. the revenue helps the tribe. Sure we can't talk you into it? - No minors. - Yeah. but I really want- Sorry. Son. Although they seem strange to us. we must respect the ways of the Indian. [ Chanting ] Hi. how are ya? Hi. how are ya? Hi. how are ya? Hi. how are ya? [ Groans ] I gotta get in that casino. The Great Gabbo demands a free night in the presidential suite while performing. We'll give you a free pass to the pasta bar. The Great Gabbo accepts your terms. [ Gasps ] Ooh. [ Chuckles ] Ooh. - [ Bart Laughing ] - Quiet. Gabbo. I'd like to introduce you to my little wooden friend. He's in his box. pining away. - [ Laughing ] - [ Banging ] - Say hello to- - [ Gasping ] - [ Crowd Exclaiming ] - Gabbo! You've become a real boy! All right! Time for some underage gambling. So long. sucker! Eep! [ Gasps ] Your linen service has broken many promises to us. Laundry bill soar like eagle. Jerk. So. you like to sneak into casinos. I wasn't going to gamble. I just wanted a Bloody Mary. Listen to me. Until you change your deceitful ways I foresee a life of bitterness and failure for you. Bart Simpson.