Bart wasn't having a good day. He couldn't find his other sock, for one thing, and for another, he just knew that if he was even a minute late, Kon would call and demand to know where he was.

In fact... Cue the phone buzzing it's little heart out.

Picking it up, Bart snapped a more curt than usual "What?" into the receiver. Did Kon really have to micromanage him that much?