The family got settled at a motel and they were trying to get settled. Marge taught them a secret knock while Homer was out and Marge was getting groceries.

"Okay, Maggie Waggie, time for beddy bye." Meg told the baby sweetly as she would have to sleep in a drawer, but she got a pillow and blanket for her.

Maggie smiled slightly, reaching up to touch the girl's face. Meg smiled, gently rocking her to sleep.

"Wow, Meg, you're really good with Maggie," Lisa smiled. "You ever think about being a mother when you grow up?"

"Eh, I dunno, who'd wanna marry me?" Meg shrugged as she smiled, playing with Maggie to help the baby sleep.

"Really, you don't know?" Lisa rolled her eyes with a smile. "He's liked ya ever since you came into our lives..." she gestured to Bart.

Bart was looking up, then glanced to the girls and they looked away from him, making him stare at the floor and blush.

"So, Bart really does like me, huh?" Meg asked.

"Yes... He does," Lisa nodded. "I'm not saying you should like him back if you don't want to, but I think you should give him a chance... I really think he loves you... Just loves you..."

Meg blushed at that thought. For once, someone had a crush on her.

"Where's your father?" Marge asked the kids.

"He went out," Lisa rolled her eyes, then looked desperate. "Let's quickly rebuild our lives while he's gone!"

"Hey, guys?" Homer's voice was heard from behind the door. "What's the secret knock again?"

Meg groaned, then went to the door to let him in and looked angry with him like everyone else. Even Meg woke up, looking peeved at him, folding her tiny arms.

"Look, I know I screwed up. This is big..." Homer said softly.

"It's huge, we're homeless!" Marge shrieked. "Our friends wanna kill us and we turned an innocent girl into a fugitive! Before we can even stay in the same room with you, I need to know what was going through your mind when you didn't listen to me and dumped that silo in the lake."

Homer blinked and then gave a shrug.

"HOMER!" Marge snapped.

"I don't know what to tell you, Marge," Homer spoke then. "I don't think about things. I respect people who do, but I just try to make the days not hurt until I get to crawl in next to you again..."

"Oh..." Marge smiled, feeling romanticized, then got rough once all eyes were on her. "I mean 'oh'..."

"It's true what they say..." Meg sighed as she sat down, crossing her legs. "You can never go home again..."

"Want a swig?" Bart offered a beer bottle.

Meg shrugged to him.

"Megan, I'm sorry for ruining your first summer away from home, I'm really sorry, everyone, but I'm more than just sorry, I'm prepared with a solution," Homer talked again. "I've always been afraid I'd screw up our lives so badly we'd need a back-up plan. And that plan is right here!" he then reached into his wallet, murmuring and took out a several times folded paper. It was revealed to be a poster of a certain state as he smiled to everyone, hoping it would be a good plan.

"Alaska?" Lisa and Meg asked.

"Alaska," Homer smiled to everyone. "A place where you can't be too fat or too drunk. Where no one says things like: 'Let's see your high school equivalency certificate'."

"Is this a good idea?" Meg asked.

"I can't start a new life alone and I've really come to like you guys, especially you, Megan..."

Marge looked like she didn't want to be involved. "I just don't see it..."

"Marge, in every marriage, you get one chance to say: 'I need you to do this with me.' And there's only one answer when somebody says that..." Homer held out his hand to his lovely wife.

Marge looked to him and smiled, joining him.

Bart rolled his eyes. "I just don't believe this..."

"Come on, Bart, I think your dad's really sorry... This summer has been an adventure, yes, but... Just believe in him..." Meg looked into his eyes.

"Meg..." Bart stared on the floor.

"Please, Bart, what could possibly go wrong?"

Bart looked back at her, then to his parents. "Dad, I think you're forgetting one thing... We need MONEY to get to Alaska!"

"Yeah... He's right..." Meg just realized and nodded in agreement.

"It's all right, kids," Homer put his arm around Meg as he looked out the window. "If you don't believe in me, believe in America... America: Where any man can make quick money with no questions asked."

"And just how do you expect to get money, Dad?" Lisa asked then.

"I SAID NO QUESTIONS ASKED!" Homer nearly snapped, but then quickly smiled. "Sorry... Sorry..."

The next morning, there was a carnival in town. Luckily for Homer, there was a crooked man offering to give away his truck if someone could ride the motorcycle around in a perfect circle just for $10.

"Bart, I'd like to see you on this thing..." Meg smirked to Bart. "It'd be pretty bad boy of ya..."

Bart chuckled. "Yeah... And I'd love for ya to ride with me and we'd go into the sunset, get tattoos and have a picnic on the beach."

Meg hummed, feeling in love with Bart now. "I'm so glad you're Lisa's brother..."

Lisa rolled her eyes at them.

"Oh, go daydream about Colin, Lisa." Meg looked to her.

"Yeah, Lees." Bart added, he smirked back to Meg, she really improved.

Homer was getting on the motorcycle, but instantly fell.

"That counts as a try." the man told him.

Homer groaned as he was hurt and tried to spin around, but fell once he got to the top.

"That's two." the man said.

Homer tried again, but had the same result and screamed in total pain and agony.

"And that's three," the man said to him, then leaned forward slightly to make a deal with Homer. "Here's what I'll do, because I like seeing you hurt yourself: I'll give you one on the house."

"You're the best..." Homer weakly told him.

"Dad, when you get to the top, don't slow down, speed up!" Lisa advised.

"But that's when it's the scariest!" Homer cried.

"JUST DO IT!" Lisa screeched.

Homer gulped he went to do as told. Bart and Meg got closer together, it looked like they were about to kiss again. However, before their lips could touch, there was a cheering crowd heard.

"I'll take that truck now." Homer told the man.

The man sputtered and gave him the keys.

"Alright, we're going to Alaska! Let's get going!" Meg cheered, running with the family.

Bart sighed as he felt like he blew his chance, but went along with the family and Meg.

Homer drove and drove. They were leaving the state border and it was getting colder. Meg yawned as she fell asleep on the way and dreamt again. She was dreaming about Bart. Maybe someday when they're willing when they grow up, they'll get married and have a wonderful family.

Meg finally woke up when they were on the road again and screamed. For some reason, they were driving crazily and it looked like they were about to crash. Meg covered her eyes as Bart and Lisa held her while Marge was squeezing Maggie. Were they all going to die now?

"Well, at least my poster didn't get torn." Homer said to them, trying to reach, but his fingers squeaked against the glass.

Meg looked and gasped happily. "This is Alaska..." she whispered. "WE'RE IN ALASKA!"

"It's so beautiful..." Lisa whispered in delight.

"Great chance to rebuild our lives," Bart smiled as he leaned back. "Makes me think of the time we were in the Witness Protection Program."

"Really?" Meg looked at Bart and Lisa.

"Yeah, remember that letter I sent you that said 'Lisa Thompson' on it?" Lisa reminded her.

"Oh... Yeah, that was weird..." Meg nodded, feeling familiar now.

Homer drove his family into Alaska and they all now had winter coats. Looked like it was going to be the snowy life for Meg now. She wondered how things were going at home and in Springfield now.