Plot
Bart sees a commercial advertising the new fighting game Bonestorm. It becomes a hit among his friends, a must-have item. He asks Marge to buy it, but she refuses. Discouraged, Bart visits the local Try-N-Save discount store where Jimbo Jones and friends convince Bart to steal a copy of the game. On his way out of the store, Bart is caught by the store's security guard, Donald Wilson "Don" Brodka, who tells Bart to leave and never return or else he will be spending Christmas in juvenile hall.
Marge, unaware of Bart's shoplifting, takes the family to the same store to get their annual Christmas picture taken. Bart tries to avoid detection, but Brodka spots him, and shows a disbelieving Marge and Homer the security tape of Bart shoplifting.
Marge is disappointed in Bart and becomes distant with him. Bart is left out of family activities, such as decorating the Christmas tree and making snow statues. Bart fears he has lost his mother's love, and decides he must regain it. He visits the Try-N-Save, and returns home with a bulge in his coat. Marge confronts him, believing he was shoplifting again. She finds Bart has hidden a picture of himself bought as a Christmas present for her. Marge is overjoyed, and in gratitude for receiving her Christmas gift, she gives Bart the new game that a store salesman told her 'all the kids want', Lee Carvallo's Putting Challenge. Though Bart is profoundly underwhelmed, instead of complaining or being critical, Bart looks into his mother's expectant face and professes to be overjoyed.
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