Disclaimer: I do not own The Simpsons nor do I own Steven Universe.

I'm sure there have been plenty of people who have made this kind of fanfiction, a crossover of everyone's favorite family when they were in the eighties and everyone's favorite fatboy who saves the world meeting together. It's not suppose to be a good fanfiction, just suppose to be an inspiring fanfiction. Will you try making jokes that work in more than three ways from it or just make a better crossover?

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It was a shimmering bright morning in Beach City. Little did Big Donut know, a lardy with an unstoppable love of donuts was coming inside. A pink four wheel car with a dent in the front light came to the Big Donut. A loud voice yelled inside the car. "For Pete's sake, Homer, it's 8 am in the morning!"

"But I'm hungry, Marge. I've been driving for whole hour." A voice wailed.

" I was the one who drove to the nearest hotel for ten hours, Homer!" It was a lot of driving with two young children and one upset baby, but they weren't in the car now. "You're not getting a donut."

The two of them were Homer and Marge Simpson, two highschool sweethearts married for eleven years but weren't married until after Marge was pregnant. Homer wailed with grief. That was just a facade though for his too trusting wife as he got out and made his way to the Big Donut. He made a ululating cry of water smelling the food full of trans fats and sugar.

Inside, he saw a glistening white skinned woman with a swath of donuts on a tray. Being the pig and glutton he was, Homer tried to grab some and eat them, but the lady pulled a strange blade from her head and twirled it in front of Homer. It was a neat magic trick.

"These donuts go behind the glass guard. If that's the way you behave in a store I have no choice but to ask you to leave." She said still positioning her weapon at Homer.

"But Donuts!" He wailed.

"Homer!" Marge Simpson yelled behind Homer resisting the urge to pull on his ear took her a small amount of moving her mouth before she used her actual words. "I'm sorry for my husbands immature behavior. Although he needs to eat more salad and less sugar-last night I caught him talking in his sleep about dough-he would like to purchase a donut with the most sprinkles."

"MMM...Sprinkles." Homer brainlessly drooled like a dog and stuck his tongue out.

The lady was about to give Marge what she asked for, but she was stopped by a familiar voice making a comment. "I've seen people who weren't just fat and lard eat that and collapse." The voice deadpanned. "

Homer using what little attention not destroyed by drinking and lack of mental training, looked at the person who ruined his small donut binge. A red skin, visor sunglasses of silver and black sheen, afro headed woman who was big in size as Homer was big in weight. She looked at Homer with a cold demeanor.

"I haven't seen you two before. What are you doing in Beach City?" She asked.

"None of your business you donut-nazi." Homer said in a suppressed angry tone; his flabby right arm shook faster and harder than ever.

"I have nothing against people eating donuts. I predicted your future and saw you gaining so much weight you collapse from diabetes." She said without a change in her voice.

Pearl thought about something previous from her life before shoving the donut back with the others. "And we already have someone with unhealthy eating choices we need to fix. Hard to be a good example when we can't eat."

Marge finally stuck to the peers and started dragging Homer out of the scrumptious donut area. It was hard because all energy he had driving to Moe's was held in for two days. It was only when she tried getting the chubby back of her husband out did a lasso wrap around his chubby right elbow and pull him out.

"Yeeeooww!" Homer screamed like a racoon or Saint Bernard in agony. Homer felt so bad he laid face on the ground sobbing from the pain. The cause of his pain came from a midget. A purple skin, long white hair, black sport shirt wearing midget lady with jeans. She looked like a fourteen year old with big black eyes.

"We short leg people need to help each other out even if one of us is a slug." The midget said.

"He's not a slug." An even smaller green skin with big glasses and star shaped yellow hair lady said. Her pointy nose was her most prominent feature. "He's a clod. As for her, " the green skin lady looked at Marge whose dress reminded her of her self and her hair reminded her of Lapis Lazuli. "She has my condolences for her freedom. My name is Peridot and the think she's funny monkey on my shoulder is Amethyst."

Amethyst transformed into a purple monkey the size of a lemur. She was conciliatory in her introduction to Marge Homer. Marge put a hand on her shirt that was between her breasts.

"My name is Marge; Marge Simpson. This is my husband Homer. We have three kids who would like to meet you amazing ladies. I just have one question: What country did you come from?"

Marge tried not mentioning their purple and green skin."

"Kindergarten Homeworld." Peridot and Amethyst said in unison.

"Ooh, sounds fancy." Marge said trying to make her arms move like a bird for some reason. "Is it beautiful over there?"

"Homeworld is far up from here, the Gem war ruined it, and now we have to find out stuff about Yellow Diamond and Blue Diamond who will use a Disruption Beam to destroy this planet." Said Peridot.

Marge didn't follow any of it or make sense of what Peridot was saying, so she said some of her own nonsense. "My daughter Lisa is always trying to help change the world. Maybe you can explain more to her."

Peridot made a face that said "your mocking me" before she and Amethyst walked away. Garnet would soon bump into them from her future vision foretelling where they would be. She, Pearl, Amethyst, and Peridot would talk about how uncomfortable the Simpsons are.