Bart The Genius - Plot

Plot

Faced with the prospect of failing an intelligence test, Bart surreptitiously switches exams with the class brain, Martin Prince. When the school psychologist, Dr. Pryor, studies the results, he identifies Bart as a genius, to the delight of Homer and Marge, who enroll him in a new school.

At the Enriched Learning Center for Gifted Children, Bart feels out of place among the other students with advanced academic skills. Meanwhile, Marge attempts to stimulate Bart with a little culture by taking the family to the opera.

Ostracized by his brilliant classmates, Bart visits Springfield Elementary, where his old friends also reject him. On the bright side, he enjoys newfound attention from Homer.

After Bart's chemistry experiment explodes, filling the school lab with green goo, he confesses to Dr. Pryor that he switched tests with Martin. Bart returns home and tells Homer that he cheated on the intelligence test, but that he is glad they are closer than ever. An angry Homer chases Bart through the house.

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