Reality TV.
Sum: Someone got married to her doctor! They go on wife swap! She goes to live with the Simpson's! Better than Giza's sorrow even though that doesn't take much! R&R!
Dis: I don't own the simpson's, Reality TV, Or the special guest stars.
Prologue
It was a very quiet morning in the Scottish holiday resort, Ye olde hotel, (Sound familiar?) and a blissfully happy couple were getting married. The minister was the very weird owner of the resort, Ray Mcgoogle.(If you haven't got it now, you never will.)
'Do you, Alexander Lawrence take this ma-woman, to be your lawfully wedded hu-wife?' He said, stumbling over his words.
'I do.' He said, smiling at his bride.
'Do you, Anne Crocombe, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband.
'Eh Eh Eeeeeh.' She said.
Yes, as you've probably guessed by now, Anne was marrying her doctor, and this is all a pointless crossover I made up cus I was bored.
'Can he now kiss the bride, wee little sprites?' He lifted the shoe he'd been holding the whole time. After mumbling for a few minutes into it,he put it back on his foot.
'Yeeeeees. Ye may now kiss the bride.
Dr Lawrence turned to his bride, but she wasn't there. After sending out a search party, they found her beating up a rabbit with a lawn chair. They dragged her back, held her while Ray talked to his shoe, and then they kissed, Dr Lawrence spluttering as the fur got in his mouth.