After a night of fun, Kevin stumbled into the house at 6 AM while carrying a sleeping Gwen in his arms. Suddenly, he felt something hit him in the back of the head. Standing behind him was Marge with a frying pan in her hands. " Oh My God Kevin! I am so sorry! I though you were a prowler." Marge said as she helped the young teenage boy to his feet. " That's ok Marge, I've been hit harder than that while on missions." Kevin said as he helped Gwen to her feet since he had dropped her when Marge had hit him on the back of the head. " Hey Marge, what's all the ruckus?! Some of us are trying to sleep here!" A very cranky Homer shouted from the top of the stairs. " Sorry Homie, I thought there was a prowler downstairs." Soon everyone was awake and eating breakfast. Later Ben, Bart, and Lisa were laughing their heads off while watching Itchy and Scratchy. " I can see why you watch this everyday." Ben said in between laughing.
Meanwhile, Gwen was helping Marge do the dishes. Gwen pulled out her spell book and used a spell to get the dishes done faster. " Thank you Gwen. It must be real handy to have powers like that at your disposal." A knock at the door interrupted the two ladies. Homer answered it and much to his annoyance, it was his next door neighbor Ned Flanders. " What do you want Flanders?" Homer said, clearly annoyed that his neighbor was bugging him on a Saturday. " There's a witch in your house Homer. I'm here to send it right back to Hell where it belongs." Ned said as he held up a crucifix. Homer just slammed the door in his face. " Stupid Flanders." He said as he walked into the kitchen for a beer. " You better be careful with you magic there Gwen. Flanders thinks you're practicing witchcraft." Homer said while drinking a can of beer.
" You know, I wish Ned would mind his own business. I mean, just last week he kept complaining to the police about me and Homer's "Snuggling". It got so out of hand, Chief Wiggum decided to block his number." Marge said to Gwen as they were setting the table for dinner. another knock at the door interrupted them. " If that's Flanders again, I'm gonna shove that crucifix of his down his throat." Homer said in an irritated tone. Opening the door, Homer screamed and bolted out the back door. " I'm gonna take a note and say your sisters are here." Gwen said. " Homer, Kevin. Come on out of Bart's treehouse and come eat dinner." Marge said in a frustrated tone. " No way Marge. We're not coming down until Patty and Selma leave." Kevin said from the treehouse. " Fine, I'll bring your dinner up." Marge said heading back into the kitchen.
" Okay you two chickens, Patty and Selma have left. You can come on down now." Gwen said as Homer and Kevin climbed down from the treehouse. " Why is it every time my sisters come over, you always either go to Moe's or hide out in Bart's treehouse." Marge said to Homer later that evening. " It's because one, your sisters don't like me. Two, they always find new ways to humiliate me." Homer said. " Well you need to stand up for yourself Homie. Don't let my sisters push you around like that." Marge said as they were getting ready for bed. " But Marge, every time I get back at your sisters, you get mad at me for it." Homer said as he put his pajamas on. " It's the way you get back at my sisters that upsets me Homer. Haven't you heard the old saying two wrongs don't make a right." Homer sighed, it was gonna be a long night for him.