DATE NIGHT
Chapter One
The telephone rang. Marge dropped the broomstick she had been cleaning so obsessively with, hesitated, than scooped it up, set it against the kitchen cabinet and answered the phone.
"Hello," she answered warily.
"This is Dr. Love calling," replied the voice.
"Oh, hello, Homer."
"D'oh! How'd you know it was me?" said Homer in a subdued voice.
"Hrrrm," Marge muttered.
"Listen, have you started dinner yet?" he said, regaining his unrealistic romance voice.
"I was just about to, why?"
"I have reservations for two at Lard Barn for tonight at 6:00."
"Homer, you know I love you, and that I love to see you eat, but I just don't have a big enough appetite to eat at one of those places. And besides, we just can't leave the kids alone."
"I already took care of that, Marge. I hired 3 babysitters for tonight, because my thinking is, if there's only one kid per babysitter, than none of the babysitters will go crazy."
"Wow, you came up with that yourself?" she asked skeptically.
"Eh, it was in this magazine Lenny was reading."
"Of course it was."
"So I got Moe to watch Maggie for a couple hours and then I found these two babysitters online for Bart and Lisa."
"Did you get a background check on those babysitters?"
"Eh, it's all good."
"Hrrrrmm."