"D'oh, Marge change the channel"
"Why Homey?" Marge replied in her Croaky voice.
"Theres this stupid old guy…" Homer laughed "Ha ha ha he look's like a… you know one of those things that lives in the ground, you know those rat thingies."
"You mean a Mole homey" Marge replied sounding anoid
"Yeah that thing" Homer laughed again "And he has a gun in his hand"
"What!" Marge said while running into the living room.
"Now your in here, Can you change the channel." Marge looked at Homer and sighed and headed out of the room. "and seeings your going into the kitchen can you get me a beer?"
The next thing homer knew Bart and Lisa where standing in the door of the living room
"What's the commotion." Lisa asked.
"Lisa use words, your father can understand" Marge said.
"Yeah my head hurts. Get me a Beer." Homer said demandingly to Lisa.
Lisa stormed off into the kitchen.
"Hey dad, I thought you'd be watchin' Crash Mania?" Bart said.
"I was going to but your mother wouldn't change the channel."
"What about the remote?"
"It's outside" Homer said pointing to the open Window.
"What's it doing out there?" Bart said walking to the window.
"Flanders's wiggling his Ass while trimming his bushes, and I couldn't resist, you know how it is when skinner bends over to do up his shoe lace, And you happen to have your sling-shot in your pocket." Both of them started to look up at space dreamily.
"Gotcha Homer" Bart replied as Lisa walked in with homer's Duff.
"Lisa have I ever told you how much I love you.'Lisa passed him the beer" "Lisa, have I ever told you to get the ones from the back of the fridge! So there colder."
" I'm so sorry dad," said Lisa sarcastically
"Hey, Bart, BART!" Homer shouted at Bart
"Yes em"
"Fetch me a snack"
"What"
"Anything, I don't know, something fatty, chocolate"
"Okay-do-key homer" said Bart while walking into kitchen searching for a chocolate bar
Bart returned quickly with out a chocolate bar
"Bart I thought I told you to get a chocolate bar" said homer angrily
"There's none left, homer" said Bart
"Then go buy me some" said Homer
"But its dark outside" replied Bart
"Poor little bart is scared of the dark, I SAID DO IT!" said homer in a deep voice
"Ok" said Bart while putting on his jacket and undoing his bike chain.
Bart was mumbling angrily in the dark while riding to the Kwik-e-Mart.
To Be Continued