Chapter one
Revelation
It was a dark, black night in the city of Springfield. All was silent as Halloween drew to a close for another year. People sat in their homes awaiting the end of the trick or treat rain of horror. But for one family, named the Simpson's. It was just beginning. "Marge," screamed Homer, "Where the hell is my dam costume?" "I threw it away," came the reply "But I need it to go trick or treating! Why did you throw it away?" "Because you only ever trick or treat the Flanders' house. And you never share your sweets with the kids." "Look Marge, it's a family tradition." "Tradition?" "Yeah you know. Something you do year after"- "Homer, I know what a tradition is. And your trick or treating on the Flanders is not a tradition." "Fine! I'll just go trick or treating in the Simpsons house." He ran downstairs and into the kitchen wearing only his trousers. "Well Mr. Fridge, trick or treat? Ahhhh! It's a trick! Why you little!" Marge sighed, as in the background all she could hear was Homer beating up the fridge and it eventually falling on him.
Bart walked out of the lounge and up to Marge. He tugged on her and she looked down. "Mum," he sighed, "can we watch TV now?" "NO! We have to take your father to the hospital." As they set out to leave the house, dragging Homer by his arms, a bright light beamed into their eyes. It was police chief Wiggum. He got out the car and ran up to them. "You've got to get out of the city and to your loved ones." He panted, "There's a comet, bigger than ever before, and it's gonna hit. TONIGHT!"
Revelation
It was a dark, black night in the city of Springfield. All was silent as Halloween drew to a close for another year. People sat in their homes awaiting the end of the trick or treat rain of horror. But for one family, named the Simpson's. It was just beginning. "Marge," screamed Homer, "Where the hell is my dam costume?" "I threw it away," came the reply "But I need it to go trick or treating! Why did you throw it away?" "Because you only ever trick or treat the Flanders' house. And you never share your sweets with the kids." "Look Marge, it's a family tradition." "Tradition?" "Yeah you know. Something you do year after"- "Homer, I know what a tradition is. And your trick or treating on the Flanders is not a tradition." "Fine! I'll just go trick or treating in the Simpsons house." He ran downstairs and into the kitchen wearing only his trousers. "Well Mr. Fridge, trick or treat? Ahhhh! It's a trick! Why you little!" Marge sighed, as in the background all she could hear was Homer beating up the fridge and it eventually falling on him.
Bart walked out of the lounge and up to Marge. He tugged on her and she looked down. "Mum," he sighed, "can we watch TV now?" "NO! We have to take your father to the hospital." As they set out to leave the house, dragging Homer by his arms, a bright light beamed into their eyes. It was police chief Wiggum. He got out the car and ran up to them. "You've got to get out of the city and to your loved ones." He panted, "There's a comet, bigger than ever before, and it's gonna hit. TONIGHT!"