Sometimes I think that writers or creators of the show have to get ideas from their days when they were young as teens or kids to make a great episode in today's seasons. I don't know if they still do that, but it's worth a try. Also, I think if they ever add one of those sad emotional scenes or silent moments where no one feels like talking in later episodes, they should probably add that short piece of music from the beginning and the car scene of the episode, "Moaning Lisa". Great episode I have to say. Plus, they should try to make an episode where it feels like it's in the 1990s and no mention or appearance of an celebrity or a feel of the 2000s where technology has grown into popular culture more often and you suddenly see some random appearance of Steve Hawkins again. If they are going to have a celebrity, than have them voice a fictional character and give that voiced character a big role in the episode that matches there voice and personality. The last time I saw so many guest stars all at one great episode would be, "Homer at The Bat".
Naked Gun Intro Scene 2: Suddenly a first-person view of a Police Car is flying in the sky and than crashes into a room of a school. The room is the music room where Lisa stops playing her sax along with the other children who stops playing there instruments. The police car sees Lisa and starts to head towards her in a rampage which causes children to jump out of the way but leaving Mr. Largo ran over. Lisa runs to the exit's of the room as police car destroys the exit and leaves the band room a mess. Later, outside... Lisa quickly gets on her orange bike as the police car follows as if it was somekind of chase.
The two are now at the roads of Springfield, where the police car is almost catching up to her on her bicycle... that is until Marge, the driver, and Maggie who are in a red canyro drives on the road as well and opens one of the card doors which Lisa jumps off her bike and into the car. The bike gets run over by the police car as it now chases Marge, Lisa, and Maggie who are all in one car.
Later at Evergreen Terrace, as the police car chases them, the three in the red car stops at the garage of there house and quickly enters the main entrance of there home. They shut the door thinking there safe, but the car just crashes into the walls of there house and than drives to the TV room leaving a trail of broken furniture and glass. It than sees The Simpsons, who Homer spots the police car saying, "Not again!", on the couch and than crashes towards them, only to tip the couch with them.
Synopsis: Homer sees how his love with Marge used to be back than by a ghost named Mike but than he finds some horrible things when he sees the alternate life of Homer and Marge...
Old Homer decided to stay at a friend's house in Springfield after being kicked out of the house by his own wife. He stood in front of a mansion with large orange colored walls. He knocked on the gates of the walls and said, "Hey buddy? Are you in there?". Suddenly out of nowhere missiles, machine guns, flamethrowers, every weapon you probably imagine that can shoot emerged from the walls were pointed at Homer.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF..." A Computerize voice was heard.
"Um.. Homer Simpson?" Homer scared as there were weapons aiming straight at him.
Suddenly all the weapons turned around from Homer and went back inside the walls. The gates opened revealing a familiar person to Homer's big eyes as he wasn't scared anymore.
"Hey there Homer old pal! What are you doing these days?" Hank Scorpio, head of the Globex Corporation.
"Hi Hank. Got kicked out of the house by my own wife." Homer said in a depressing voice. "Weren't you suppose to rule the East or Pacific Coast or something?"
"Yeah, but the UN quickly retook my land. That's why I'm hiding here until I can get my plan back into shape. Anyway, Come in. Come in." Hank Scorpio smiled as the two entered the mansion.
Homer looked around and saw that everything was state-of-the-art technology. Everything from whistle to a TV was hi-tech within the mansion.
"Anyway, sorry about your wife." Hank said as the two continued to walk
"That's okay..."
"You know what. If it makes you feel better. I had a wife once. We were both divorced but I felt like a stronger man after that. Yep, a man." Hank Scorpio said.
Back in the 1980s, Hank Scorpio sat on a bench in an American Park as he cried staring at the sky after the divorce.
"This is our song." Hank Scorpio cried hearing his and his wife's wedding song.
He later even cried more and more as the song started to get more deeper and emotional.
"Yep... A man." Hank Scorpio said.
"Uh-huh... Anyway, do you got a room I can stay?"
"Sure, but how about meet my dog, or my son, or what about my pet gorillas I stored at the medical facilities."
"You have a son?"
"Yeah, you don't know? My son, Fred, had a fight with your daughter at this camp after he tried to rule the world by messing with the oceans at such a young age. Most kids call him Gold Star for some reason. I think my son and your daughter are now pen pals or something like that." (Gold Star or Fred Scorpio is actually a real Simpsons character and the son of Hank Scorpio from the series. He had one major role in the comics.)
"Whatever. Where's the guest room?" Homer said.
"Right over there. Here's the keys, Homer and if you need anything to eat, go to the kitchen.. actually call my chef. He's force to cook at anytime and if he doesn't, then he'll have to be assassinated in his sleep." Hank Scorpio pointed at a room with an ordinary door unlike the others which have some kind of lock device to the knob.
Homer, still depressed, took the keys from the palm of Hank's hands and went towards the guest rooms door. He inserted the keys into the door knob, opened it, and entered it as he felt gloomy and sad.
It was midnight and Homer was sleeping in the bed of his guestroom who can't stop thinking about Marge as his head faced to the wall. His head than turned towards a picture of him and his family, but was staring mostly at Marge than the kids.
"Why.. why do I keep on thinking about her? Sometimes I wish we never met just to get the stress off." Homer said.
"Homer..." A voice was heard out of nowhere.
"Huh? Who was that! Jesus!" Homer yelled.
"What? I have a Jamaican accent, man. Why would Jesus have that accent. He's back in paradise, up there man." As the person revealed himself.
"AH! You..you.. you're a ghost..." Homer afraid seeing an ghost.
Though unlike other ghosts who visits an American or English Person, this one was wearing modern day clothes, is black, and had a Jamaican accent with sunglasses.
"I'm here to haunt you, man."
"Well, that's all fine and dandy, but do you have to speak all scary?" Homer asked.
"Well.. not really."
"Plus, hasn't this idea of a ghost visiting someone been done already?"
"What, where did you learn that?"
"The narrator who keeps on speaking to me! He says I'm in some TV series and now in a Fanfiction. Like that would ever happen." Homer chuckled a little, trying to get rid of depression.
"Uh.. yes.. in a TV show.." The Jamaican Ghost waved his eyes back and forth as he hid his ghostly FOX Studios ID card in his pocket.
"Why are you here anyway?" Homer asked.
"Why am I here? I'm here to tell how your life would've been without Marge, no... not just that! What her life would've been as well!" The Jamaican Ghost spoke to the fat man.
"Your going to show me an alternate future?"
"Yes, but before I do that... let's go back to the 1970s where your love with Marge developed stronger into a certain special bond! That's right! The 1970s!" The Jamaican Ghost shouted in a strong voice that only Homer could hear and no one else.
Suddenly out of nowhere a song appeared with the words, "I wanna rock with you! Dance you in the day! I wanna rock with you! We're going to rock with the night away!"
"What the heck was that?" Homer asked in confusion.
"Oh.. you've heard this song before back in the 70's I believe."
"Nah, doesn't ring a bell."
He sighed and said, "Just come on, man. I'm going to miss my favorite TV show in heaven so let's make this quick. By the way.. the name is Mike."
Homer and Mike The Ghost appeared in the 1970s where they were in a gym filled with teenagers at the age of eighteen.
"Is this Springfield High? Is this the prom day where Marge dances with.. 'humph.. Artie Ziff." Homer surprised as he saw a familiar person with his eyes. "Oh my god.. Is that me!"
"Yep this is Springfield High but this isn't that prom day your talking about. It's a different prom after that last one but this time it's you and Marge in your teens instead of Artie Ziff, you have to wear normal clothes, and that Barney isn't running naked this time... he's now jugging on a whole ton of beer or something... Anyway, That's you over there. With a full head of hair, thin as any normal person, and was kinder unlike in the real century."
"Why you little! I'll teach you who's kind." An Angry Homer yelled at the ghost as he wanted to strangle him.
"You actually think you can strangle a ghost. I happen to be..." Mike was interrupted because he, a ghost, was being strangled by Homer's large hands. "Okay!..'CHOKE'.. Okay!..'CHOKE'.. Just.. stop.. it.."
"Sorry." Homer apologized for what he has done.
"Man, not only that, the young Homer also has smaller hands than those wide fists." Mike rubbing his neck. "Anyway, look at this."
Homer than saw another familiar person. The same person that was the reason why he was depressed. He saw a young Marge Bouvier, not Simpson at this time, who had her hair down even after the day she had her hair up at the last prom day. Homer and the ghost stared at this scene as the young lady ran to Homer.
"There you are." The young Marge worried but glad that she found him.
"Oh, there you are. I was also looking for you, but I just got a call from my crummy dad to pick him up at the bus stop. He proposed to some hooker again." The young Homer sighed.
".. oh.. I.. see.." She looked down at the ground hoping for a dance with him.
"Don't worry baby. I'll come back. I promise in time for a dance."
The young Homer put his arms on Marge's shoulders as they looked at each other with a smile.
"Okay..." She replied with a little hope to her hazel eyes.
The young Marge hugged Homer just for luck as modern Homer and the Ghost were watching.
"You see that? That's love right there." Homer pointed at the couple.
"Were not finish yet. Let's wait for... I don't know... maybe five hours later..." Mike said in a serious voice.
"But, but.. why? The prom ends at..oh no.. he did come back did he?"
"Just look..." Mike responded as time changed five hours later.
The whole gym was almost empty, everything but a few cups on the ground and the young Marge sitting lonely on the floor as one of the participants of the prom is getting prepared to leave.
"He didn't came back..." Homer said deeply sad like a mother raccoon would seeing their new-born being attacked. "I'm really am a bad man..."
Homer dropped to his knees with a tear in his eyes representing his sorrow within him. He looked at the young Marge who was also saddened and looked at the ground crying with tears as she sat on the floor in the dark cold corner of the gym. There was something strange to this... the ghost was laughing but it didn't look like he was making fun of Homer's sorrow or the younger Marge or anyone else. It was something different.
"You really don't remember well what happens after this sad scene? Do you?" Mike laughed a little.
"Huh? What happens! You got to tell me! What happens Doctor!" Homer gripped him by the sleeve begging to see what next happens.
"First of all.. I'm not a doctor. I'm a cartoonist for the Cigarette Company until they ban that years later. Second, Look and find out for yourself." Mike pointed at the entrance of two big doors of the gym.
At the entrance the fat man and the ghost saw a young Homer Simpson running to the main entrance in the gym as if he was in a hurry.
"Marge! Marge! Are you still here!" The young Homer worried if something went wrong especially when the prom is over.
"Homer?..." Marge's voice was heard from the corner as she immediately raised her head from staring at the floor to Homer who was running to her.
The young Marge stood up from the floor but the young man thinks there was still something wrong as Marge was still crying. This younger version of Homer cared for her feelings deeply more than the bald, fat, and alcohol-drinking Homer today who would try to use a car on a skateboard ramp...
"Is there something wrong? I can explain why I'm so late. Why are you crying Marge?" The young Homer asked in worry.
"It's nothing.." The young Marge responded with a smile but she continued to cry. "It's just-"
"-Tears of Joy..." Homer Simpson spoke next to the ghost as the young Marge also said "Tears of Joy" at the same time.
The couple hugged each other happily as Homer watched them next to the Ghost.
"Strange, don't you think. That Marge Bouvier could've gotten anyone else as a boyfriend... but why you? You left her in the prom right at that dark corner crying... maybe even humiliated by her friends. She could've just yelled, complain, or push you and fell in love with another guy but she's still happy to see you? Why is that?" Mike asked but he sounded like he already knew the answer.
Maybe his question of his wasn't for him to answer but for Homer who continued to watch the couple staring at each other's eyes. The answer was obvious. It was love... the true kind, not the Las Vegas kind.
"That's sweet." Homer had a tear in his eye.
"What? Are you still sad or something?" Mike looked at the fat man.
"Nope. I'm just starting to get reminded of what it was like back than..." Homer said.
"Continue to look. You'll definitely be familiar with this scene."
As the two were watching what was happening, teenage Homer yelled out, "Hey Carl!" as he was still in the gym and was the person who was preparing to leave.
"Yeah, buddy? What is it?" Carl who had an afro the size of a wrecking ball. It was so huge that it was hard for him to get to the Prom's Gym Doors in the first place.
"You can still stay for one last dance to play a certain type of music we both happened to love?" The young Homer asked.
"Oh.. I know what you mean, but I'll play the disc into the radio for now, okay." Carl said as he inserted a disc into an old style radio box.
The young couple were about to dance until they heard the words, "Be Bububa BooBoobadayada BedudadaBedagada." which just made them stopped in the middle of the gym and looking at Carl who snapped his fingers to the song.
"Carl! That's my favorite song. I meant our favorite song!" The young Homer yelled.
"Oh.. I get it now.. Sorry for the mix up." Carl inserted a different disc.
Homer and Mike just stood there as they saw the young couple dance happily together in front of them. There was also a certain type of music that was familiar to Homer's ears.
"This.. this.. this is our love song. Our song that played at mine and Marge's wedding. It's 'Close To You'." Homer surprised as he hasn't heard this song for a long time.
"Yep. It's also known as 'Long to be'. Just look at those two dancing to that song." Mike said. "What happened Homer. Where did you gone from a kind handsome man to some ugly brute who's always demanding beer and treats your own wife as an object. You used to be that sweet person who doesn't just goes around saying, 'Screw Flanders!'. What happened, huh?"
"I don't know." Homer sat on the floor.
He was watching his younger self dancing with the younger Marge Simpson in joy as the song from the radio sang, "Why do Birds Suddenly Appear? Every time Your Near, Just Like me. They Long To Be, Close To You."
"Where did it all go wrong..." Homer whispered to himself saddened during the song as he notice much difference between his and his younger self's life. "Marge looks so happy with me back than..."
As Homer kept on looking at the couple, the song sang, "Why do stars. Fall down from the sky? Every time you walk by. Just like me. They Long To Be, Close To You."
"You know Marge. I have something to say to you." The young Homer spoke to Marge as they continued to dance.
"What is it Homie?" Marge asked with a smile.
"Homie? You never called me that... Margie. I love seeing you smile. But I do have something to say... I Love You..." The Young Homer said, staring at Marge's Hazel Eyes with a smile.
"I love you too Homie..." Marge stared at Homer's Eyes as she smiled.
Suddenly Homer who was next to Mike was crying of this scene he saw.
"Why did you brought me here Genie! Just get me out of here!" Homer turned away from the happy couple dancing together.
"First of all. I'm not a genie. I'm a ghost. And second, you still haven't learn." Mike responded.
"I said get me out of here!" Homer yelled, not wanting to see the happy couple.
"Fine.. let's go to somewhere else." Mike said.
Homer and Mike were now at a familiar house, Marge's house or more like the Bouvier's House that is. They were at the living room as Homer had another date with Marge. The young man was sitting at a couch as Clancy Bouvier with blue hair and a little fat but still had lots of muscle in his arms was sitting at a chair smoking at a pipe staring at Marge's new boyfriend.
"Why are we here?" Homer asked.
"Just watch." Mike replied.
The Young Homer who was still waiting for Marge became nervous thinking that he had a bad relationship with Marge's father.
"So.. um.. have you seen those two trolls? I don't even know if there woman." Homer chuckled.
"You mean, Patty and Selma? My two twin daughters?" Clancy Bouvier stared at him with a strict serious tone that made him sound like the stereotype of a sergeant or gym teacher.
"Those are your daughters? I don't know how Marge is related to you as she's sweet and beautiful but now I know those two trolls are definitely related to you. I mean there ugly and mean and.. uh.. I should shut up now... shouldn't I..."
"What's the point of shutting up when you're about to get your spinal cord ripped out of your back." Clancy Bouvier cracked his knuckles as if he was prepared to hurt Homer in many ways possible.
"Uh.. um.. hey. Who are those guys?" Young Homer pointed at over fifty small pictures on the wall near the chimney.
"Those fifty seven? You really want to know?" Clancy Bouvier spoke in a strange tone of voice. "Those happen to be the boys that were googling there eyes, drooling, asking a date, stalking, and saying sexual comments on my daughters... well.. Marge only. But, each of them were send towards a hospital, the best kind because they couldn't move a finger. One of them almost got sent to the morgue. I keep a picture of each of them so I remember who they are if they ever go near my little princess again! So, get ready number fifty eight."
The Young Homer now knew that he definitely had bad relations with Marge's father as he swallowed his throat hard.
"You ain't afraid of a little threat? Are you?" Clancy Bouvier said.
"Look sir. I know that we have... bad.. connections.. threatening most likely.. that could kill me.. but, I love her and you or your troll hybrid twin daughters can't stop it either."
"Can't stop it? What about if I gave you an old car I had in the forties? Right now it's considered valuable up to three million dollars. Haven't sold her for anything until now. What do you say?"
"Oh gee sir. I could buy a lot of things with that kind of money. I could buy a sports car, a mansion, a time-traveling chicken waste disposal." The young Homer said.
"What the heck are you going to do with a time-traveling chicken waste disposal?" Mike and Clancy Bouvier said it at the same time.
"Dispose waste and chickens of course into another time. We'll get rid of garbage and chickenpox." Modern and Young Homer said at the same time.
"Your really are a pain in the neck you know and you think that will get rid of chickenpox? How did my little princess end up with a fat dumbass oaf like you?" Clancy Bouvier said.
"Well Mr. Bouvier. It's called love. We have a strong special bond and this bond is worth more than any money and maybe even more than Robocop. Infact, it's priceless."
Clancy Bouvier just looked at him surprised that he wouldn't take the money and then took another smoke from his pipe.
"Hmm... you're not a gentleman, you're not talented, you're not even capable of using a toilet... but, I'm okay with your relationship with Marge and your spirit.. for now.. still pretty much everything else... I hate you."
"Well... at least you understand that our love is priceless." The young Homer spoke.
"Yeah... but remember this. If you dare break her heart. I swear I will use your spine to choke you to death and then throw your body into the ocean where no one will ever find you! I mean it because I never, ever, break a promise when it comes to important things like this!" Clancy Bouvier said.
"That won't happen Bouvier because I won't break her heart."
"Heh, heh. I broke Marge's heart several times and manage to fix it last year." Homer laughed next to Mike.
"That's because he was gone that time after he faked his own death, duh." Mike said. "Anyway, enough of this. Let's get to the alternate past where your love with Marge never happened and instead... a different one takes its place..."
"Your boring me, you know that? And plus, what happened to your Jamaican accent? Wait a minute... your not from Jamaica!" Homer realize that Mike was not Jamaican at all.
"I never said I was from there. My ancestry is and I speak like a normal African like any other African would." Mike said in a normal voice. "Now, where was I. Oh yes, now I remember. To the alternate future where it's darkness will affect the very mind you hold..."
"Mmm... darkness... 'Glaaarrrgghhh'..." Homer drooled.
Homer and the ghost now appeared at a cliff with a beautiful moon as they saw cars parked there with dates.
"Where are we?" Homer asked.
"This is an alternate 'What if' timeline, Homer. Look at this." Mike pointed at a familiar car at the scene.
Homer recognize this scene and didn't worried at all as he thinks he knows what's going to happen.
"That's just Artie and Marge together. They'll break up and she's with me. That's all." Homer became calm as a feather as he walked in front of the ghost.
"Oh yeah? Look at Artie not trying to act like some pig selfishly claiming the prize." A serious tone came from the man.
As they both stared at the scene, Homer didn't know what he meant. He began to give his own little response still not knowing what Mike was saying.
"What's the point? They're not doing anything? There just watching the moon together." Homer complained.
"That's just it. They're not doing anything. I believe that Artie was suppose.. Ch-Ching!.. until she stopped him from doing it. Instead, they look happy with each other." Mike said as the two saw the young Artie and the young Marge watching the bright moon happily and together.
"Well that small thing couldn't have affected the alternate future.. right?" A worried Homer asked.
Suddenly, the scene of the cliff immediately transformed into a road where the two now saw a younger Homer walking alone, saddened by the fact that Artie has won the girl instead of him.
"You were saying?" Mike sounded like he was bragging.
"He'll get back on his feet in no time." Homer said.
Suddenly the same car with Artie and Marge drove on the road as it splashed through the mud near the edge of the road. That mud than splashed on the young Homer as his hair, clothes, and his face was covered in mud, but this Homer just kept on walking sadly not caring if any part of his clothes were dirty.
"Man.. that guy looks hurt very badly." Homer looked at his younger alternate self.
"Oh.. there's more than just this, Homer. More that you will learn as well... Hey.. wait a minute.. this looks familiar?" Mike said.
Suddenly a car filled with African Americans that were drunk were running away from the KKK. One of them was Mike himself.
"Bye you big ass Jerks!" Mike yelled at KKK
He then pull his middle finger at them until, he fell off the car due to how much alcohol he drank. The members in white clothes stepped out of the car and surrounded Mike angrily with baseball bats.
"Go ahead.. eh.. do you.. worst.. you racists."
"Racists? What the heck do you think we are? Ku Klux Klan members?" A man covered in white clothing asked.
"Than who are you. You have KKK on your cloth?"
"It's Krusty Klown Klan you idiot and you burned down our houses down after we got ghost costumes for a costume party!" Another man said.
Later the Krusty Klown Klan members started to beat him with bats as ghost Mike and Homer watched.
"Why did I drank alcohol so much on that day?" Mike sighed. "Oh well, anyway.. on towards the next alternate reality..."
Homer and Mike were at a garden where people chatted, ate some cake, and smiled.
"What are we doing here Mike?"
"This garden, and wedding, has well-known people around Springfield in their twenties and this event is right after Marge's wedding I believe... with Artie that is." Mike answered his question.
"What! No way!" Homer yelled at the ghost.
"Settle down.. but it is. This is an alternate timeline and there's Marge and Artie right now." Mike said as he and Homer faced their heads in a different direction.
Homer saw the two happily together as he felt depressed once again in this different reality. Suddenly he noticed another familiar man on a bench watching the married couple. It was a Homer Simpson in his twenties staring at them miserably as he was holding a melted ice cream cone in his hand.
"No.. this can't be right!" Homer screamed.
"Homer! Calm down! This is just an alternate future! So shut the hell up and watch! Your here to learn, not to scream like a baby girl!" Mike yelled at Homer with a serious tone.
"Wait a minute... what's happening now?" Homer asked, worried in a way that frighten him, as he saw Carl with a smaller afro holding an brand new disc player.
"You'll see..." Mike vanished into thin air...
Suddenly a familiar song sang to Homer's ears and the alternate versions of the people around him including Marge and Artie dance to this nice song. It was the song "Long to be..." that sang as Artie and Marge dance as a loving couple. It continue to sang, "Why do Birds Suddenly Appear? Every time Your Near, Just Like me. They Long To Be, Close To You."
"This is me and Marge's song.." Homer had a tear falling out of his eye now seeing that this was Artie's and Marge's song.
Homer for some reason continue to see Marge and Artie dancing when he could've just stopped but instead... he continued not knowing why. He later heard someone crying even more... which was twenty-year old Homer Simpson on the bench.
"Artie's and Marge's wedding is set in a lovely garden while mine's with her is set in some old small chapel in the middle of nowhere..." Homer cried. "Oh! Why? Just take this away! Right now! Take it all away!"
"Were not done Homer." Mike appeared in front of him.
Suddenly the two of them vanished into thin air as the wedded couple kept on dancing.
"Huh?.. where are we now?" Homer looked around to see that they were in the school gym where they were tables, a stage, and familiar people to him that are now in their thirties.
"Is this.."
".. this is a high school reunion, Homer. Your about to learn something even more Homer, old man." Mike said. "Look at this scene."
Homer and Mike saw Marge with her alternate husband, Artie Ziff. This means that Marge is now Marge Ziff at the age of thirty three.. kind of disturbing in some way for some reason...
"Hello Marge. Good day were having?" A Homer that was thirty eight, almost to the real Homer's age, but with some difference.
This Homer had a full head of hair, was thinner, was cleaner.. he still liked to eat.. but he still didn't have an odor anymore. In fact, he's smarter than you think in this alternate version.
"So, Homer? Watcha been doing.. um.. so?" Marge asked.
"I am the new boss of the Nuclear Power Plant, rich as gold, and clean as a whistle." Alternate Homer smiled as Homer and Mike heard everything he said.
"Hi Homer! You look fine and dandy today! I'm a..." Artie came into the conversation
"Yes, I know... A normal inventor who still is trying. Have you made anything yet." Alternate Homer responded with an disappointed expression to his face just by seeing Artie.
"Well... no... but as lonely as I get around Springfield.. I still got Margie around! It's alright! Isn't that right my love?" Artie smiled towards her wife who smiled her back.
Suddenly the rich, smart, alternate Homer who had a full head of hair just turned that smile upside down as if he had a problem with that.
"Uh.. I.. need to go to the bathroom.." The Alternate Homer sighed as he ran to the bathroom as quickly as he can, almost if he was in a hurry... but why?
Homer decided to talk and say, "That doesn't seem so bad. Rich, smart and not bald this time."
"Still haven't learned? Listen to what Richy the rich has to say." Mike pointed at the boys bathroom.
Homer went to the door of the boys bathroom and started leaning his ear to the door and heard the words and cry from a man.
"Why? Why, did she went with Artie instead of me?" The Alternate Homer cried as the real Homer heard, "Dam! Dam! Why did this happen to me!"
Fat Old Homer went back to Mike as he wanted to ask him something.
"I don't get it? He's rich and smart. I bet all the ladies will want to date him with that kind of hair on his head and he's not happy? Why is that?"
"Why is that indeed? He's unhappy because he believed that Marge was the one for him, but because of marrying Artie Ziff... it also lead some pretty uninteresting and unfortunate lives for people..." Mike said.
"Oh yeah... name three!"
"Well... let's see here, because Bart never existed.. Krusty went straight to jail for attempted theft after being framed by Sideshow Bob, Lisa never existed meaning she never dated Nelson which made him do so many worst things that he was sent to Juvenile Hall and after release... he is sentence to jail for the rest of his life, and then there's little Maggie who never existed who was the spark that convinced Moe not to commit suicide. Now he died a lonely man after one successful suicide attempt. Those children never existed in this timeline you fat, selfish, oaf. Do you see why you need Marge now?"
"Nope." Homer said simply just looking at his fingernails. "Give me some more reasons."
"Reasons? How about a Million reasons..." Mike said.
He showed him a portal of Springfield destroyed and blown into pieces with no one alive.
"Wha.. what is this?" Homer feared this part of time the most.
"This is when Springfield was under a dome where a bomb was held." Mike stared at him angrily. " Marge and her kids left you causing you to come as well and saving Springfield but it never happened, every civilian who you ever known died of that explosion. Do you see why now?"
"Nah." Homer simply saying it again. "If that happened, than who cause the dome to fall upon Springfield?"
"I believe it was Ralph The Conqueror. Yeah.. Lisa was supposed to cheer up Ralph when he had no valentine.. but it never happened and he somehow became some universal conqueror.. I know it sounds silly... but it happened." Mike scratched his ghostly head.
"Whatever." Homer stubbornly crossed his arms together.
"Oh seriously. This is the whole town blown up! How could you say 'no' to that!" Mike yelled at him. "Looks like I'm going to have to show you more about the alternate timeline.
Homer Simpson and The Spirit of Mike were now at a familiar house. A very familiar one that is.
"Why the heck are we here? This is our house." Homer already knew the walls, the stairs, the furniture... everything but a few things.
He notice some particular objects on the wall and looked at them with surprised and an unfortunate look to the face.
"This picture.. Why does it show Marge and Artie?.. Oooooohhhhhh." Homer whined angrily. "This is Artie's house! Isn't it!"
"Yep, but another difference as well. Come to the TV room, please." Mike spoke.
"Eh, what now?" Home sighed facing his head down as he tried to control himself from yelling angry or sobbing sadly.
As he went inside the TV room with Mike, he recognize the difference easily. The two saw Marge and Artie, but they were old, wrinkled, a head of hair with a slight grey to it, probably in there fifties... but they looked happy with each other, holding hands, smiling, sitting close... they weren't even watching the TV, something Homer and Marge would've done in the real timeline so many times.
"Oh.. you have to show me this!" Homer complained.
"How was your day honey..'COUGH! COUGH!'." Artie coughed a little.
"It was nice.. I met an old friend from high school, bought a new bottle of shampoo, and saw Mr. Nental picking up fresh daisies for me." Marge said.
"Mr. Nental? Shouldn't he be dead right now at his age?" Homer asked.
"Not really.. and that instead of being called Nental the Mental Patient.. He's called Nental the Gentle Gardener.." Mike added.
"Mental Patient?"
"Yeah... he sort of has a problem... a problem he seems to enjoy... but that's not the case right now! Look at them! They do stuff you never do. They clean the house together! They talk about their problems with courage together! They send money to the needy! When have you ever done these! Huh?"
"Never..." said Homer.
"Yes, never. Now let's see what you look like right now. How you act like. What you are to other people."
Homer and Mike suddenly appeared in an office, a huge one. Homer recognized this as Mr. Burns's office that is, but the one who owns this room was old but not as old as Mr. Burns.
"Oh my god..." Homer gasped as he saw Lenny and Carl heading towards the boss of the Plant.
"Yep... that's you Homer. Still having hair, still thin, and still smart.. but all that for one little thing you wouldn't expect.." Mike said.
The older Homer that sat in the chair looked like he had no time for laughs, games, or even a cup of beer.
"Uh.. so what you.. need Homer?" Lenny chuckled with a fake smile. Under that fake smile was worry.
"Call me Mr. Simpson, Lenny. I know you two are my best friends.. but I'm afraid you have to go.." Older Homer spoke, not even looking at them as he was doing paper work.
"What? But.. but.. but what did we do?" Carl asked.
"Well.. you're a bit old and cranky and the plant needs young workers. Not old mashed up beef jerky like you two." Alternate Homer continued to work on his papers.
"You jerk! After befriending you since first grade, and you just fires us?" Lenny yelled at him with anger as this Homer didn't care what they say.
"Come on. Lenny. Let's just go." Carl said.
The aged Lenny and Carl were leaving but as they did, they went right through Homer and Mike.. after all.. they didn't exist in this timeline.
"What kind of man is he? That isn't me at all." Homer looked at the man working on stacks of paper work.
Suddenly another person came into the office. It was Abe Simpson, who was still alive and happy.. well.. after all, Alternate Homer is only in his fifties before he starts to be truly old, like his father's age.
"What's he doing here?" Homer said.
"Ooh.. this does not look good. Let's go somewhere else. This is supposed to be about your relationship with Marge. Not father-and-son bonding." Mike said.
"No, we can stay still, but.. what did you meant that this does not look good?" Homer asked, wondering what he meant by that.
As the two watch what happens, Abe went to his son working like any old happy old man would.
"Hello, son! Let's say we head to town for some fun?" Abe smiled at him with joy as he talked next to him.
"Uh.. no thanks. Got work." The Alternate Homer responded.
"Oh. You always work. Come on, let's go to the movies, or to a casino, or we may even pick up some girls if you want, even at your age there still are some pretty chicks working at the clubs."
The Alternate Homer sighed, and turned his chair towards the large window of the office as he saw the grey skies.
"I tried to pick up a girl once, but ultimately failed after telling her the truth. Sometimes, I wonder if I haven't tricked old Burnsie in giving me the plant, or went to college, or even rich. I would trade it all for her. I sometimes wonder if it's better to throw all this away for that woman. May even bring some happiness... but, that never happened and never will."
"Oh.. you still remember that her? Come on. Let's go to a casino. When's the last time we ever had fun together?" Abe asked.
"Come on. Say yes you old geezer." Homer yelled at his alternate self, but could not hear him.
"I said, no. Business has started to go down and I have to work twice as hard every day and then suddenly you come in saying I need to go to some freaking Casino when the stake of this plant is in trouble by two freaking DAYS!" Alternate Homer yelled at his own father with all the stress from his head.
"I'm sorry, son. Just wanted to have some fun... but I still love you, son." Abe looked at the ground walking away to the exit as he put his hands in his pockets, saddened that his son won't come.
As the old man went towards the door where Homer and the ghost next to him were in the way, he then stopped in front of him. He raised his head up almost as if he could see him.
"I love you too... dad." said Homer miserably.
Abe, not hearing what he said, continued to walk again as he just went through the two.
"Sad, isn't it?" Mike said as Homer fell to his knees also looking at the ground. "Come on. I have one more thing to show you and then it's all over.
"Just.. just make it quick okay." Homer said.
Homer and Mike now appeared at an unusual place where the idea of Romance wouldn't usually come... A cemetery as pouring rain came down onto the stones and grass.
"Why we're here Mikey?" Homer asked, didn't care what's going to happen anymore.
"Look at that one, right there." Mike pointed at a cemetery stone.
Homer went towards the stone and read what was on the stone.
"Here lies, Artie and Marge Ziff... the most beloved and happy couple in Springfield.." Homer sighed. "Look, I really don't care anymore.
"Well than, look at this one." Mike pointed at another cemetery stone.
Homer went to that and said, "Homer Simpson, the most hate-filled and lonely man on Earth!"
"Uh-huh. Heard that already." Homer sighed again.
Mike just looked at him because of him not taking this seriously.
"Well than... there's is one more stone that will surprise you... look at that one..." Mike pointed at one last cemetery stone.
Homer went towards the stone he pointed and read, "Here lies... Abe Simpson! What's he doing here?"
"After your alternate self declined to Abe about his request for fun, the old man never got to tell him that he a serious heart condition. After that day, he was found dead and drunk with an bottle of alcohol in his hand. Tell me Homer. Don't you seem similar to that loveless guy?"
"What? I'm nothing like him." He responded.
"Let's see here, you both decline Abe's request to have time together, you both wish you could have different lives, you both ignore people's comments a lot, and you both happen to like Ice-cream Sunday's during church." Mike said.
"But he's way more different than me in so many ways!" Homer said.
"That may be true... but even now that you may not have the hair, the thin body, or smarts... you could end up like a hated lonely man who doesn't care what people think. Anyway, sorry I had to take your dad too."
"Sorry? Take my dad? What are you talking about? I don't understand this at all!" Homer asked.
"My name is just a nickname people call me. I'm not African American either. I'm an angel." Mike said.
"Angel's don't take people's lives away, they may carry them to..."
"The Angel of Death. In other words, most commonly known as the Grim Reaper." Mike spoke. "I assumed a human form so you wouldn't be scared or screaming."
"I wouldn't be screaming I would..."
Suddenly Mike, disguised as an African American, turned into the Grim Reaper holding his scythe with red blazing eyes underneath the hood, taller than Homer but with the usual black robe
This caused Homer to now scream, "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!" like an nine-year old girl.
Suddenly the Reaper changed back as an African American, calming Homer that almost gave him a heart attack.
"Let's get back to the real timeline... okay?" Mike said.
Homer was sitting at the bed of Hank Scorpio's guest bedroom, with Mike who's standing in front of him with a serious look
"Why my father? He didn't do anything wrong." Homer asked.
"True, but no human can escape from death, good or evil." Mike answered. "Look at you... you would probably do the same thing but rejecting a request from that old man for some lousy beer. Even a more worst reason than paper work." Mike said. "Looks like I didn't just came here because your problem with love is growing or your father-to-son bonding. It's a problem with everyone you ever knew."
"Oh.. I see that." Homer said calmly
"Yes, at least I show why you need Marge."
"Need Marge? The only thing you show me is that she's much happier with Artie!" Homer suddenly just went from calm to frustration. "I have been stabbed so many times in the back, but you.. you stabbed me deeper than any weapon could right in the heart... What's the point if you show the woman I love is more happier with that man!"
"'.. You know what. Fine, if you don't care! In fact, I'll give you a little gift. I'll help you take the pain of Marge by just take away the memories that you remembered, know, or reminds you about Marge." Mike offered the man a small gift.
"Oh, thank you! Finally you do something good without showing bad alternate crap thingies." Homer said in joy.
"Yes. I'll do it... but let me remind you what you are going to forget." Mike touched his shoulder.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Homer began to remember several memories with Marge, he remembered there first kiss together as children, dancing happily together as teenagers in Homer's house, laughing with each other in the line of a Movie Theater, making out under the windmill of a Golf Course, hugging in front of Krusty Burger with a love stronger than a wedding ring being replaced with an onion ring, the two holding baby Bart at the hospital, Homer wearing a cowboy hat as the two stare at each other with a smile before they start to go to bed, the two making out at a farm under the cold wet rain, and then finally the married couple on a bike singing a song as they ride happily across the sunset...
Suddenly Homer remembered there little but joyful dance they had after the small wedding. He remembered where they dance like the lovers they are as their love song, "Long to Be" sang the words, "Why do Birds Suddenly Appear? Every time Your Near, Just Like me. They Long To Be, Close To You..." He remembered the two not caring if the small chapel was not a good place for a wedding but he also remembered Marge saying, "I love you, Homer..."
"Wait!... I.. I want to keep these memories.. there precious to me Mike... Mike?" Homer looked around.
He saw no Mike at all... it's as if he was never here at all...
Homer went back to bed but his eyes were still open and decided to do something before he did went back to sleep. He held his hands together and decided to spoke as there was no one there but one person that many people believed in.
"God, I know we haven't been friendly for the last years... but I just want to ask one thing... If I'm never back with Marge and the kids... please watch over them... please watch over Bart and make sure he grows up right, watch over Lisa to make sure she doesn't get in trouble with the bullies, and that Maggie knows that she has a father that still loves her when she grows up... and please watch over Marge and protect her from all the horrors in the world and that she can support the family... even if it means remarrying someone... Please god... Amen..."
Homer looked through his bags he got from home, and looked through his clothes. He founded an MP3 player with earphones that was already plugged in. He started to listen Homer and Marge's love song again on the MP3 player, "Long to Be" as he went to bed trying to sleep but didn't care if this means to take the earphones out.
"Why do Birds Suddenly Appear?.. Every time Your Near, Just Like me.. They Long To Be, Close To You. Why do stars Fall down from the sky?.. Every time you walk by.. Just like me.. They Long To Be, Close To You."
TO BE CONTINUED...
(Extra Scene)
In the real world where FOX Executives Mike the Ghost, Bill Clinton, and the Ghost of Christmas Present(also known as Ian the Hippie Freak) who were all from fanfiction stories about ghosts visiting people. They were sitting at a table for lunch as friends.
"So I find this boy who says that he doesn't need a sister and than I show how his future is and 'BAM!' he cares about his sister again." Bill Clinton said.
"Well I found this old rich evil billionaire and he doesn't carea bout anything for Christmas and.. wait?.. what was I doing again?" The Ghost of Christmas Present said.
"Uh-huh. I found this fat man and I, the Grim Reaper, disguised as a human tells him how his life would've..."
"Watch you guys doing?" Seth McFarlane came in.
"Oh hi. How's your Family Guy show doing?" Bill Clinton asked.
"It's good, but The Simpsons is still America's Favorite Family. If they weren't here. My show would take the title." Seth McFarlane said. "I wish they didn't exist."
The three sighed and said, "Didn't exist? Looks like were going to have to show an alternate timeline where Family Guy rips off The Flinstones...