The Mooch Who Knew Too Much

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much
Content Update	SciFi 2016 Event
Level Required	5
Release Date	August 30, 2016
Number of Quests	6

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much is a side questline that was released on August 30, 2016, for the SciFi 2016 Event. It requires the character Mooch Bart.

Quests

Quest	Requirements	Time	Reward	Triggered By
The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 1	Make Mooch Bart Lie About His Success	60m	100 10	Homer
The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 2	Reach Level 12 and Place Bart's Treehouse* Make Mooch Bart Figure Out a Career Make Bart Figure Out a Career	- 8h 8h	100 10	Mooch Bart
The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 3	Make Mooch Bart Blackmail a Clown Make Krusty Receive a Blackmailing	8h 8h	100 10	Mooch Bart
The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 4	Make Mooch Bart Blackmail a Newscaster Make Kent Brockman Receive a Blackmailing	8h 8h	100 10	Mooch Bart
The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 5	Make Mooch Bart Blackmail a Movie Star Make Wolfcastle Receive a Blackmailing**	8h 8h	100 10	Mooch Bart
The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 6	Make Bart Blackmail a Mooch Make Mooch Bart Receive a Blackmailing	8h 8h	100 10	Mooch Bart

Dialogue

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 1

Character	Dialogue
	Look! Some lowlife bum followed us back from the future!
	Hey. I'm your son! I'm the proud adult that Bart grew into thanks to your genes and parenting skills.
	Why you big--
	Dad, wait! I think it really is him! He's got spiky hair, he hasn't bathed in a month, and your hands fit perfectly around his neck!
	Bart? How have you been?
	I've done very well for myself, thank you. Very well indeed.

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 2

Character	Dialogue
	Wow! I actually survived past the age of ten! So what does future me do for a living?
	Well, uhm, I haven't exactly hammered out a career yet.
	Really? With all my skills and talents, you couldn't find a job?
	Nope. Skateboarding and smart-mouthing don't pay as well as you'd think.
	Rats. In that case, we'd better combine our intellects and figure out a career plan.

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 3

Start

Character	Dialogue
	I've got it! I know the perfect career for someone with your knowledge of the future!
	Sports betting? Stock speculation?
	No, blackmailing! You must know all the celebrity dirt that hasn't come out yet!
	And how! All I do is lie around drinking Romulan Ale and watching daytime holo-TV.
	So who's our first victim?
	Krusty the...
	POLYGAMIST CLOWN!

End

Character	Dialogue
	How did you know about my five Russian wives?
	There's five? Even in the future we only know about three.
	Hm. I musta gotten a couple of Mexican divorces.
	Pay up, Casanozo.

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 4

Character	Dialogue
	Kent Brockman here.
	At the front door of my house, in my slippers. What the hell do you want?
	We're here to present you with a "financial opportunity."
	I don't like the sound of those air quotes.
	You see, a few years from now, I learned about a certain nasally administered white powder you've been purchasing in large quantities.
	You know about the medicated powder for my shameful nose-acne? Don't tell anyone! I'll pay anything you want!

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 5

Character	Dialogue
	Vhat brings you flabby time twins to my three-man Jacuzzi?
	Mr. Wolfcastle, my associate here has come into certain information regarding your box office smash "McBain 7: Running on Fumes."
	I'm reluctantly listening vith one earhole.
	As it turns out, the entire plot of the movie was plagiarized from a 1973 popsicle stick riddle!
	It's true. I ate that delicious pop and committed the stick to memory. Don't tell anyone!
	Oh, we won't. For a price.

The Mooch Who Knew Too Much Pt. 6

Start

Character	Dialogue
	Thanks for the great advice, younger me. Blackmail is a fun and rewarding career.
	Yeah... but where's my cut?
	Let's say I'll hold onto it, and you'll receive it in the future when you become me. We're cool, right?
	No, we are NOT cool. Either you give me my fair 75% share, or embarrassing photos of me will eventually embarrass YOU down the road!
	What kind of photos?
	Picture me in a glittery Happy-Little-Elf costume, slow-dancing with Martin.
	Instead of picturing that, I'll just pay.