Homer stepped into the office, with his briefcase and a cup of coffee. He looked astoundingly professional for such a special day. This was Mr. Burn's birthday, and everybody had to be on their best behavior.
Mr. Burns had dreaded his birthday since he turned 100. He became miserable and every year after, Smithers was ordered to lock Mr. Burns in the closet of his office.
Homer was in the cafeteria, and he walked over to Carl and Lenny's table. Everyone was silent, afraid Burns would punish them for anything they did to upset him even the slightest bit.
Homer opened his suitcase, quietly. Inside, a row of jelly filled donuts, a row of Boston crème, and a row a glazed. Homer rubbed his chin, and decided to choose the glazed donut.
Burns walked in, Smithers behind him.
"Smithers, fire the fat one with the donuts, he hogging my air." Burns commanded.
"Right away sir" Smithers said.
Smithers walked over to the table and sat next to Homer.
"Hello, Homer." He said.
"Eek! I mean…Hello Smithers, how are you on this lovely day?" Homer said, sweating.
"Your fired you fat, lazy hog"
Homer squeaked at every insult he received.
"Get out!"
"Can I finish my donut?"
"Finish it in your car you old bum!"
"Excellent" Burns says.
Homer walks out of the plant, his head down, shrugging his shoulders. He gets to his car and unlocks it.
"Well, old buddy. I can't go home. I have money for a hotel, right?"
Homer opens up the glove compartment. He looks inside and sees a couple pennies.
"You stupid son of a…" Homer kicks the side of the car and screams, "Everyone lets me down, and then you!"
Homer takes his suitcase angrily and walks home.
Later
"Homer, where the hell is your car?" Marge asks.
"It's at the plant. It wouldn't give me any money so I decided to leave it there. But I'm so sorry, Marge. I really want to make up with it!" Homer says.
"Get in my car. We'll go pick up yours at the plant"
"I don't know if she'll forgive me"
"If you don't get your car back, I'm not going to forgive you!"
"Can I at least think of what I'm going to say to it?"
"It's a stupid car, Homer! Now get in!"
"Stupid? Stupid? I'm not getting in the car with some knaggy old…"
Homer is pulled into the car, and they drive away.
"Wait," Homer says, "I dropped my keys in the driveway"
