The Perfect Match
Lisa: Wait here Rapidash!
(Lisa, holding Maggie, dashes into the house. She first runs into the kitchen, which is an absolute mess. Broken plates and spilled food is everywhere)
Lisa: Where's mom? What happened here? I'm sure she wouldn't throw pre-spiced boneless breasts of chicken all over the floor unless something horrible was happening...
Maggie: ~suck suck~
(There's a shuffling noise from upstairs)
Lisa: That must be mom!
Maggie: ~suck suck~
(Maggie leaps out of Lisa's arms and crawls quickly upstairs. Lisa follows her up to their parents room. Maggie opens the door and runs in)
Lisa: Maggie! Wait!
(Lisa runs in and comes face to face with a tall creature that looks like a clown)
Lisa: AAAH!
Marge: Lisa! Don't worry, he's harmless!
(Lisa looks behind the creature and sees Marge holding Maggie)
Lisa: Mom! You're okay!
Marge: Of course I'm okay! I can take care of myself. You may remember I was a cop. Plus I've been in jail, overcome a gambling addiction-
Lisa: Okay, okay, I get the point! (looks at clown-like figure) So this is your creature?
Marge: I suppose so. I decided to open up my ball when I was in the kitchen. He had quite the scare and caused quite the mess in the kitchen, but he promised to help me clean it up. (faces creature and pats him on the head) Isn't that right?
Creature: Mr. Mime!
Lisa (snickers): Mr. Mime? Hee hee hee! I can't wait till Bart hears that one!
Mr. Mime (looks sad): Mime...
Marge: Lisa! That's very rude of you. Apologize to Mr. Mime this instant.
Lisa: Oh brother...
Marge: I'm waiting young lady.
Lisa (rather sincerely to Mr. Mime): Sorry.
Mr. Mime (smiles): Mime!
Marge: Good. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Mime and I have a kitchen to clean and chicken quesedilla's to make
Homer (floating outside the window): You've got that right!
Marge: What the diddly...?
Maggie (excitedly): ~suck suck~
Lisa: How did you get up here Dad?
Homer: My funny Snorlax thingie is giving me a hand, so to speak.
(Lisa, Marge and Maggie go over to the window and see that Snorlax is lifting Homer up to window. Rapidash sees Lisa and whinnies in greeting)
Lisa: Hi there precious! I'm coming right down! (runs to backyard)
Homer: Gee Marge, that's one weird creature you got there. We should sell the thing to Krusty.
Marge: We'll do nothing of the sort. Mr. Mime here is going to help me cook a feast for the family tonight, so you better give him some respect.
Homer: Woohoo! Feast a la Mime!
Marge: We are not eating Mr. Mime! And remember, respect!
Homer (waves his hand nonchalantly): Yeah, yeah. Respect. (pause) So... what did Maggie get?
Marge: I don't know.
(Maggie drops down from Marge's arms and presses the small ball she's been holding. A red flash appears and a small white egg with colourfull patterns on it appears)
Homer: What the hell? An egg?? What a rip-off!
Marge: Maybe it needs to hatch...
Homer: Or maybe... what it really needs is to be fried with a side of bacon and a donut. Mmm... fried creature egg. (reaches in from window towards egg, but Maggie throws her pacifer into his left eye) Ow! I just got that replaced!
Marge: No you didn't!
Homer: Sssh, Marge, I'm trying to trick her.
(Suddenly the top of the egg pops open and a small white face pokes out and smiles at Maggie)
Creature: Togepriiii!
(Maggie giggles and hugs the Togepi)
Homer: Aww, isn't that adorable.
Marge: I'm sure they'll get along just perfectly. And Lisa with her horsey thing too.
Homer: Don't forget the boy and his ghost.
Marge(worried): Bart got a ghost?
Homer: Don't worry about Bart. He's out terrorizing the town with his new monster friend.
Marge: Oh dear! I hope he's not getting into too much trouble.
Homer: Earth to Marge! Helloooo? This is the boy we're talking about.
Marge: Hrmmmmmm.
(Meanwhile, across town...)
TO BE CONTINUED...