2. Marge
All it took was the sunlight hitting her face to wake Marge from her slumber. She was having a rather strange dream where she had rabbit years and was glad to be awake. She got up and went straight to the shower. Afterwards she got dressed and went to wake the kids. First, she came into Bart's room and woke him up. Then she went into Lisa's room and did the same. As she was approaching Maggie's room however, she noticed crying and a bad odor. She went in and found Maggie bawling like. Well a baby.
"Oh it's okay Maggie. Let Mommy change you." Marge placed Maggie on the changing table and removed her white onesie. After a few minutes, Maggie was wearing her blue onesie with a crisp, clean diaper. Marge handed Maggie her pacifier and she happily stuck it in her mouth. Marge then picked up Maggie and brought her into the kitchen where she sat her in a highchair.
Marge got out the Krusty-O's and the milk and placed them on the table. She got out the rest of the breakfast foods and went back upstairs to check on Homer. Much to her dismay, (although not so much to her surprise.) He was still asleep.
"Homie!" She said. "Wake up!"
"Five more minutes Marge." Homer said in his sleep.
"Homer, its 6:45."
Homer suddenly rose up in a panic. "Aaaaaaaahhh! I'm gonna be late for work! Which means Lenny and Carl will eat all the doughnuts!" Homer jumped out of bed and ran into the restroom. Marge shrugged and went back into the kitchen to make Homer's breakfast. She made eggs, bacon and other breakfast meats and squished them between two slabs of French toast. While she did this, Bart and Lisa ran into the kitchen. They fought over the Krusty-O's for a minute before each getting their fill. Marge got the bottle from the bottle warmer and gave it to Maggie just as Homer came in. Marge presented the breakfast sandwich just as he sat down.
"What? No pancakes or waffles?" He asked.
"They're on the shopping list." Marge set Homer's plate down and went to burp Maggie. Everyone ate their breakfast and finished preparing for the day. The kids went off to school and Homer went off to work. Marge was alone with Maggie once more.
"Alright Maggie!" Marge said. "I've got lots of cleaning to do so you get to take a nap." Marge carried Maggie upstairs into her room and tried to put her in the crib. But Maggie wouldn't let go of Marge.
"Oh Maggie. Please let go." Marge managed to rip Maggie away from herself. "You know, I'm not always going to be here." She put Maggie in the crib and left the room. She cleaned up the house, washed and dried the laundry, threw out the trash, and made pot roast for tonight's dinner. All in under an hour.
"Wow! I think I broke my record again." Marge giggled at the thought. "Well since I'm done, I guess I'll watch a little TV. Marge sat on the couch and flipped the television on just as a breaking news bulletin appeared.
"Springfield. The nuclear waste town that could have been. Hello. I'm Kent Brockmen standing in front of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant where a fatal meltdown could have spelt death for our fair city if not for the heroic acts of Lenny Lenard and Carl Carlson. While Mr. Burns refuses to reveal exactly what caused this almost tragedy, this reporter feels it's safe to chalk it up to employee incompetence."
"Oh no!" Marge exclaimed. "This has Homer written all over it. Marge took out her cell phone from her purse and called Homer. She needed to make sure he was okay. And if was still employed.
"H-Hello?"
"Homer! Are you okay!?"
"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"I heard on the news about that near meltdown at the plant. I just needed to make sure you were alright."
"Yep. I'm fine. Honestly."
"You didn't by chance cause that near meltdown in anyway, did you Homer?"
"Of course not!"
"You still have your job, don't you Homer?"
"Of course I do Marge! Why wouldn't I?"
"Okay. Well then.."
"Bye!"
Homer hung up. Marge decided to take his word for it. "At least I know my Homie's alright. Homer. Always risking his life to put food on the table. I wish I was a working women. Marge began to remember all the jobs she had over the years. Nuclear technician. Realtor. Prestel Saleslady. Erotic baker. Even her job as a cop! Then a thought occurred to Marge. Maybe she can try to get one of those jobs back! There was just one problem: Maggie. Who was going to watch her while Marge was away?
Just then somebody knocked on the door. Marge answered it and saw Grandpa standing on the porch.
"Grandpa!" Marge exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I escaped from the home because I found a map left to me by my late wife Mona and-"
"That's very interesting. Listen. Do you think that you could babysit Maggie while I go out for a bit?"
"But I-"
"Thanks!" Marge rushed past Grandpa and left in her car.
"Well that was a disaster." Marge said to herself as she drove back home. Her job hunt was a huge disappointment. First, she tried to apply for her old job at the Nuclear Power Plant. But no one was allowed on the property because of the meltdown scare. Next, she found out the erotic bakery she worked at had been converted into a nude restaurant, which made her feel uncomfortable. Then she tired for realty again only to be chased by the various celebrities dominating the house flipping business. Finally she tried to open up her pretzel shop again, but all the ingredients for eaten by meal worms. Marge also decided against going back to the force because she remembered the corruption.
She drove back home just as her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Is this Marge Simpson?"
"Yes it is."
"This is Clancy Wiggum of the Springfield Police. We caught your husband, Homer Simpson, smuggling an illegal substance and have him in custody."
"But that's impossible! Why would my Homer smuggle drugs?"
"Apparently, he lost his job and became a drug mule. Says Fat Tony put him up to it but I don't buy it for a sec! By the way, this is Homer 666th strike so if he's found guilty, you and your family will be out on the streets."
Marge let out her infamous murmur and said "I'll be right there." Marge checked on Maggie who was sound asleep in her crib. There was no sign of Grandpa but Marge didn't have time to look for him. She took all of the family's savings and stuck it in her hair. Then she drove off towards the police station. On the way, all she could think about was Homer's utter betrayal. "How could he lie to me like that?"
"Here you go. Now let my husband out!" Marge dropped the jar of money in front of Wiggum who then told her to hold on. A few minutes later, Homer arrived, looking very ashamed.
"Homer Simpson. What do you have to say for yourself?" She asked.
"It's my first day?" Homer literally couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Can I assume this has something to do with you losing your job?" Marge asked.
"Maybe." Homer said sheepishly.
"Well I hope your happy mister! Not only did I have to spend all your savings to bail you out but this was your 666th strike. We can lose everything!" Tears formed in Marge's eyes as she said this.
"I don't understand. I'm the one who created that plant in the first place."
"Hahahaha! Sure you did." Wiggum said.
"No really!"
"Yeah well, see you in court, Farmer Boy!" Wiggum and his entourage left the room.
"Marge." Homer said "I'm sorry. Maybe when we get home we can-"
"Oh no you don't mister!" Marge shouted. "I don't wanna see you for the rest of today. I already washed and ironed your suit so you don't have to come back home." Marge walked off trying to keep her tears hidden from Homer. She didn't want him to see her cry.
Marge picked up the kids and explained the situation. They didn't really seem to care, they were too preoccupied with their anger toward each other. Marge didn't know what she was going to do. Was this the end of life as she knew it?
A few hours later.
Marge was putting up the rests of dinner for Homer while the kids were watching Itchy and Scratchy. There was a knock on the door and Marge answered it. It was her sisters, Patty and Selma.
"Hello Marge." Patty said.
"We heard about Homer's big screw up and thought we cheer you up."
"Come on in." Marge led her sisters into the dining room and they all sat on the table.
"Go ahead." Marge said. "Say it. I should divorce Homer, right?" The joyless expressions on the twin's faces suddenly brightened.
"It's about time!" Selma exclaimed. "You're too good for him anyway."
"We'll start picking out some men for you right away!" Patty said. "Maybe you should give Artie Ziff a call."
"Guys! I'm not going to divorce Homer." Marge said. Even though he screwed up, Marge knew that somehow, someway he was going to save this family. He always did. She just needed to have faith.
Loud screaming from the living room snapped Marge back to her senses. She went to investigate and saw Bart and Lisa fighting each other.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Marge pulled them apart and sat them both on the couch. "What's wrong?" She asked.
"Lisa ruined my one chance at love!" Bart yelled.
"Bart almost humiliated me in public." Lisa protested.
"Bart. Lisa. I don't know what happened today at school and as much as I would love to ask, we have to get ready for your father's court hearing in an hour. So I'm just gonna try to wing it."
She turned to Bart.
"Bart, I know it hurts to love someone who seems out of reach. But remember I didn't go to prom with Homer. I went with Artie Ziff. But fate decided that I belonged with Homer. If you and this girl are really meant to be, then I promise you it will work out."
Bart smiled at that. Marge then turned to Lisa who was still scowling.
"Lisa, I know Bart can be a handful at times. But you know he loves you right?"
"I guess."
"And I know you love him too. You two always fight with each other and that's okay because brothers and sisters always do. But they also protect and help one another and that's something you both need to start doing."
Lisa was now smiling. Bart turned to her and said "I'm sorry."
Lisa said "I'm sorry too." And they both hugged.
Marge smiled to herself. Maybe she wasn't cut out for the working force and that was just fine. Motherhood was the best job in the world for her. Her happiness was short-lived, however, as she remembered the court hearing. She really didn't know what to expect.
As expected, Marge and the kids showed up before Homer, as did pretty much everyone else. Lionel Hutz was the defense attorney, much to Marge's dismay. When Homer finally did show up, it was painfully clear where he had spent the last hour.
"Dad! How could you?" Lisa asked.
"It's okay sweetie. Daddy was just set up by mobsters is all."
"Smooth move ex-lax!" Bart said.
"Why you little!" Homer wrapped his hands around Bart's throat and began to strangle him.
"I'll teach you to make witty comments!" Homer screamed.
"Mr. Simpson! Are you strangling your son?" Judge Synder asked."
Marge was almost certain she would die of embarrassment when Homer said he was helping Bart with his tie. The case itself was a total disaster. Lionel did everything a defense attorney should never do and suddenly collapsed on the floor. Marge was sure her family was doomed
"Has the jury reached a verdict?" Judge Synder asked.
"Yes your Honor." Hans Moleman said. "We find Homer Simpson guilty of drug smuggling."
"Very well." Judge Synder turned to Homer and said "I sentence you to pay a fee of $500,000,000,000 and for your family to-
Suddenly there was an explosion as a huge hole was blown through the walls of the courthouse. A giant robotic suit stomped in with a familiar peeking out from the master controls.
"Hello Bart."
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Sideshow Bob!" Bart shouted.
"Sideshow Bob! What's he doing here?" Marge asked
"Yes! It is I, Sideshow Bob! Here to kill Bart Simpson!" Bart shot a missile at Bart. Holding Maggie close, Marge jumped out of the way just as the missile made impact. Once she got her wind back she scanned the courtroom franticly for her children. Lisa was already running towards her but Bart was nowhere to be seen.
"Bart!" Marge cried. She didn't have time to grieve as more missiles were shot, resulting in more explosions. She took Lisa by the arm and tried to run toward Homer but a robotic claw nearly sliced them in half. To Marge's horror, Bob had cornered her and her daughters.
"Please Sideshow Bob!" Marge pleaded with tears running down her cheeks. "If you want to kill another Simpson, take me. Just leave the rest of my children alone!" Lisa jumped in front of her mother, defensibly glaring at Bob.
"If you want Mom, you're gonna have to go through me!" She screamed.
"As much as it would be a shame to kill to the only civilized Simpson, I accept your offer!" Just as Bob was about to grab Lisa, Bartman kicked his windshield, knocking him back. Marge looked in awe as the hero who looked suspiciously like her son fought off Bob with great gusto.
"If only I could get to the kill switch!" He shouted.
Marge saw Homer throw something at Bob while screaming "Hey, Jerkass! Over here!" He then rushed toward the Bob like a fierce warrior. Bob sent out a few of his tentacles and some of them managed to stab and slice Homer. Yet Homer still dealt a heavy blow to Bob, punching him through the windshield of his control panel. Homer was then sent flying to the other side of the courtroom and Bob picked him up with yet another claw.
Marge turned away, certain that her soulmate was going to die. Then she heard a thud too big to be Homer. She looked and saw that the machine had fallen. Homer laid on the floor, broken but still breathing. Marge rushed toward him, thankful that he survived. She held Homer tightly, pressing his head close to her heart.
"Oh Homie!" Marge's happiness increased when she saw Bart, a little bruised but okay, following Lisa.
"Boy! You're okay!" Homer said happily. "I'm so glad."
"Glad to see you're okay too, Homer." Bart said.
Just then, Wiggum came into the almost destroyed courtroom with Fat Tony in cuffs.
"I'm hope I'm not too late!" Wiggum said. "I managed to get a confession out of Fat Tony and it turns out Simpson is inno..Whoa! What happened here!?"
"Sideshow Bob! That's what happened!" Judge Synder said. "I sentence both Bob and Fat Tony to 88 consecutive life sentences and since Fat Tony confessed, I also acquit Homer of all charges."
"Furthermore!" Mr. Burns stated. "I hereby rehire Homer as a temp!"
"Whoo Hoo!" Homer shouted.
The entire family cheered.
"You did it Homie!" Marge said.
"No Marge!" Homer said as he hugged his family. "We did it!"
Marge was so happy. Just as always, everything worked out in the end.