A/N: Here's little something I thought of while working on another story. It's not much, butI might add more snippets later. I don't own the Simpsons.
After eating lunch at Krusty Burger, Homer Simpson decided to go for a walk downtown with Lisa. He left the fast-food restaurant still carrying the paper bag that had held eight Krusty cheeseburgers, two boxes of fries, and one YouMustBeOneOfThoseKrazyLittleVegansForOrderingThis kids meal only a few minutes earlier. Ketchup soaked through the 100 percent unrecycled paper on the logo of the green-haired, insanely grinning clown giving a thumbs-up.
"Mmm…ketchup saturated paper...arg, gross, it's getting on my hand!" Homer exclaimed, shifting the bag to the left hand and wringing the right.
"Why don't you just throw it awayin that trash can across the street?" Lisa suggested, pointing to the metal bin.
"But that would mean I'd have to cross the street! I'd have to walk all the way from here to there , " he replied in a whiny voice,cringing at the distance of only a few feet. "I'll just leave it here..." Homer wound back his arm like a baseball pitcher and prepared to throw the bag.
"NO, Dad, you can't litter! Think of the poor animals that could kill! Just hold on to it until we find another can. I'm sure there will be one..." she said, wandering off in search of the needed trash receptacle.
"Homer followed her, lagging behind. Passing a mailbox, he stopped and backed up to it. "Trash can, eh?" After giving a quick glance around, he pulled out something from his pocket and stuck it to the bag. He then pulled back the squeaky door and stuffed it in. "Have a safe trip to Australia, little package," he said aloud, dusting his hands together.
"Wow, we're we in luck today," Lisa gushed as she rejoined Homer at his side. "Guess what? I found out there's a recycling plant just..." Her gaze wandered from her dad to her dad's empty hand, and then to the mailbox. She whacked her forehead in frustration. "Don't tell me you…"
"Don't worry, honey," Homer reassured, taking out an open roll of stamps from his pocket. "Daddy put enough postage on it."