Chapter 2
Homer finds Out
"Dad! Dad!," Bart yells as he runs down the hall. He goes into his room and sees that he is taking a nap. He shakes the bed to wake him up. "What do you want, Bart? Did the house catch on fire? Are Patty and Selma here? What is it?," Homer asked. "Dad, Mom's cheating on you!," Bart exclaims.
"What?!?"
"Mom is making out with Flanders in the kitchen!"
Homer screams and runs downstairs. He sees Marge washing the dishes, with Ned nowhere in sight. "Oh Bart! Is this another one of your pranks?"
"No, Dad! I swear she was-" "Son, just go to bed. It's late." Homer walks upstairs while Bart looks suspiciously at Marge.
"I know what you did, Mom."
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you kiss Flanders?"
Marge gasped at the fact that her own son saw the whole thing. "Well son, I'm just not happy with your father. He always drinks and embarrasses me. You should understand," Marge explained. "Fine, Marge. I won't tell Homer," Bart said. "Good," Marge said as she went to Ned's house. As soon as Marge left, Bart called Lisa downstairs and told her the plan was in activation. Bart had told Lisa when he first saw Marge kissing Flanders, and they had put a camera in Marge's Hair so they could have proof to show dad. How is that possible? I have no clue. I'm just a narrator.
Marge went over to Ned's place, and as soon as he opened the door, Marge kissed him. Ned took her up to his bedroom, which they then made-out, which somehow led to sex. The camera caught the whole thing. Bart and Lisa showed it to Homer. Homer started crying. He was in tears. "How could your mother do this to me? After all I've done for her! Well, to make things even, then I have to cheat on Marge!," said Homer. "Um, dad, that might be a solution, but maybe try confronting Mom first," Lisa explained. "Alright, fine," agreed Homer.
When Marge come home, the first thing she saw was Homer, who seemed to have a sad expression on his face. Marge knew that he had found out.
"Marge! How could you do this to me? Is our marriage a sham or something?"
"H-Homer, I-I can explain."
"Sure you can, you backstabbing little cheater!"
"Look, it's just that you drink so much, and you embarrass me all the time. Please just understand."
"I mean, kissing him would have been something, but just flat out having sex with him is such a different thing!" Marge was ashamed of herself. What had she become?
