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A/N: Hello, everyone this is a story was a request by retro mania. As you can see by the title focuses on the "Treehouse of Horror" Halloween segments of the Simpsons. After 30 years being on the air, it is hard to come up with an idea that they haven't tread over at one point or another. However, I think I managed to do all right I suppose, we will see. Though I just want to let everyone know, I wrote this story because it was requested and overall I thought the story ideas were interesting enough so I wrote them, however, I will not do any more story so please do not ask me.

Another Simpsons Treehouse of Horror

"You Got Me In Stitches"

Written by: SSJ God SS Juuhachi

A pink sedan drove down a desolate highway, black clouds covered the sky as sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance. the five people occupying the vehicle were the Simpson family. Homer sat positioned at the wheel, his wife Marge sat in the passenger seat beside him. Meanwhile, their children Bart, Lisa and Maggie sat in the backseat. Bart sat behind Marge, staring out the window, Maggie sat in the middle in her car seat, and Lisa sat opposite of her, behind Homer also staring out the window.

"Homer, where are we going?" Bart asked, breaking the silence

"I already told you," Homer began sounding agitated at repeating himself, "We are going to Mr. Burns mansion it's his birthday and the plant is throwing a party for him." He explained, turning on the windshield wipers as the rain poured down heavily, making it difficult to see the road in front of him.

"Great, we all are getting dragged to some lame ass party for your boss, this evening is going to be so boring!" Bart complained, making Homer then turn towards his son, an angry expression on his face

" Listen you little-" He began, shaking his fist at him "HOMER LOOK OUT!" Marge screamed, Homer looked back to the front, to see a deer on the road. He turned the wheel hard over too fast and the car swerved off the road and began tumbling down a hillside repeatedly before finally landing on its top, the vehicle beaten up beyond repair. It sat there for a few seconds before a dark shadow approached the wreckage...

Homer cracked open his eyes, tiredly, groaning softly "Where am I?" He asked his eyes slowly adjusting to the intensely bright light in front of him. "Ah, you're awake," A voice spoke to him, "Don't worry, you and your family are safe and sound." They assured him, "D-Dr. Hibbert?" The middle-aged man asked, "Is that you?" His eyes finally adjusting when he saw the doctor standing over him, performing his trademark chuckle "Yes, Homer it is me," He smiled at the man, "What do you remember?"

"Not much," Homer responded, "I remember driving, Bart was annoying me but the rest is fuzzy...I don't remember what happened next." Homer said, trying to sit up but found he couldn't. "Don't try to move, you still haven't recovered," Dr. Hibbert said, moving quickly to Homer's side. "Recovery from what? Hey, why can't I move?" He asked when he suddenly saw it's monstrous form. It was huge with claws and was not proportionate to his body at all. Homer shrieked in horror "Homie, is everything all right? What are you screaming about?" He heard Marge ask beside him, "Marge look at my hand it's-" He began, turning his head to her when he screamed once more upon seeing that Marge's head was joined on the body along with their three children. "What the hell? What's going on?!"

"Oh dear," Marge murmured, looking over the situation with displeasure.

"What's going on?", "What's all the shouting about?" Bart and Lisa asked almost in unison, waking up for the first time themselves. Maggie followed soon after, the only response she gave was the suck from her pacifier. "Ay, Caramba!" Bart exclaimed, seeing his new body, "Great, just what I need" Lisa grumbled under her breath

"Give us our bodies back! Right now!" Homer said, his temper raging "Sorry, I can't do that," Hibbert said, non-chalantly "Why not?" Marge asked with a worrisome face "Yeah, what gives man? Change us back!" Bart chimed in with an angry expression "I'm afraid your bodies were terribly managed from the accident, so I had no choice but to give you all a new one." Dr. Hibbert explained, "I think it turned out really well, take a look." He said, getting a mirror and bringing it over so they could see their reflection. The family gasped in horror at their appearance. They had stitches and scars on their faces "What happened to our faces? Why do they have scars and stitches?"

"As I mentioned before your bodies were mangled, well your faces were torn up as well so I had to reconstructive surgery to fix the damage. I did the best I could, but there was only so much I do afterward sewed your heads onto your new body."

Homer then turned his attention to his son Bart, "Why you little-" He growled, wrapping his large hand around his son's neck "This is all your fault! This will teach you, to distract me and cause a life-changing situation!"

"Homer stop it!" Marge yelled at her husband, making Homer realize what he was doing and let go of his son. "I'm sorry, Marge..." He said softly, before looking at his Bart and said, "I'm sorry, Bart..." He sighed and placed a hand over his eyes. There is a brief silence as the family gathered the information they were just told. "What do we do now?" Lisa asked, a heart-broken expression on her face. " Let's just go home..." Homer answered, sounding defeated

"But how? The car is wrecked," Bart said

" I will take you home," Dr. Hibbert offered "though, I would suggest you stay the night to give yourselves time to recover-" He said before he was then interrupted "I don't care what you suggest, we are going home!" Homer yelled at the doctor

"Very well," Dr. Hibbert sighed, grabbing his car keys "let's go then,"

A half an hour later they arrived at the Simpson's household "We're here," Dr. Hibbert stepping out the car. Homer, Marge and the kids try to get out on opposites sides of the car "Dammit!" Homer grumbled " All right, family, we need to work together here as they say five heads are better than one!"

"No one says that, Homer." Bart pointed out to his father, making the middle-aged man glaring at his son. "Just shut up and do what I tell you," He said firmly, the family then worked together and managed to get out of the car. "I will walk you inside," Dr. Hibbert said, guiding the five-headed creature to the front door. The family looked puzzled in how to get inside and looked to Dr. Hibbert for help.

The man once again sighed and turned the family side-ways and they made their way inside the house. Once in there, Dr. Hibbert turned to them once more " Well, I am going to go now, and I am really sorry I couldn't help you more." He told them, "If you need me for anything, you can reach me at this number." He then reached in his pocket and pulled out a card, handing it to them.

"Thank you, doctor," Marge replied

After he was gone, the family stood there unsure of what to do.

"Now what?" Lisa asked

"What time is it?" Homer asked, looking over at the grandfather clock and saw it was 9:45 PM "Almost ten," He said more to himself, than to the family. "I guess we better get ready for bed, but I don't know how we are going to do that, having this bulky body." Marge spoke, "none of the beds are wide enough to support this new body, so we are going to figure out another solution."

"why don't we just sleep on the floor?" Bart suggested, "Ewww, Bart that's gross we can't sleep on the floor." Lisa cringed, "You have a better idea?" He asked, glaring at her "Like Mom said, the beds aren't wide enough for us to sleep in and neither is the couch, so what other option is there?"

"I guess you're right," She said, finally seeing his point.

With no more words the family walked into the den where the family lowered themselves down on the ground, they laid there staring up at the ceiling for a moment before closing their eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

The next morning the woke up to sound of birds chirping, the sun shining brightly into the den. "What time is it?" Homer asked groggy, they stood up and towards the kitchen where they saw it was 8:00 o'clock in the morning.

Homer and the kids shrieked at the time,

"I am late for work!"

"We're late for school!" They said in unison, once more the five-headed monster tried to go in opposite directions but were unsuccessful. "Dammit, we have a problem here." Homer cursed, "I gotta go to work and they have to go to school, we can't all be in the same place at the same time." Homer said, pondering what to do "And I have to do my usual cleaning around the house..." Marge chimed in

"So Dad, you still think five-heads are better than one?" Bart said sarcastically, making the man glare at his son and growl "Why you little-" He sneered before strangling his son once more, while Marge and Lisa argued to try and stop the older man.

The accident may have strip them from their bodies and from their individual lives, but the one thing that it did not change was their ability to be a family. They often had to deal with the ridicule of their neighbors and friends for being less than a "perfect" family but now with their grotesque appearance to add on top of everything else made things that much harder, but as long as they worked together they could overcome anything.

The End

A/N: That is it for this story, stay tuned for "A Moment In Time" in the next chapter. Thank you and I hope you all enjoyed this section of "Another Simpsons Treehouse of Horror".