Sora, Riku, and Kairi were on their way to Yen Sid's tower. They were curious as to why they were called there. With the organization defeated and the Heartless and Nobodies not acting up anymore than normal.
"So why do you think you guys were called?" Asked Kairi.
"I'm not quite sure." Replied Sora. "Maybe there's going to be a tea party." Sora half joked.
"I don't know but if it has anything to do with the king's letter it must be important," Riku then out of nowhere an army of Heartless and Nobody ships appeared. They tried to fight them off but there were too many of them and the ship sustained too much damage. The ship crashes into the nearest world. The world looked like a sphere covered in many buildings, particularly a school on the bottom and a power plant on the top.
Upon crashing, the trio ended up being separated from each other, scattered throughout the world just like the Gummi ship's pieces.
As Sora regained consciousness, he heard a few voices talking to each other.
"Hey, do you think he's dead, Lis?" A boy's voice asked.
"What? No! That's disgusting, Bart! Besides, he's breathing! He's fine!" A girl's voice said.
"If so, then why don't you give him a kiss?" Bart teased.
"Gross, no! We don't even know who he is!" Lisa countered. Suddenly, the two siblings noticed Sora start to stir. "He's waking up, Bart!"
"Really? Mom, Homer! He's waking up!" Bart called for their parents.
Sora finally opened his eyes and saw two yellow skinned children looking over him curiously. As he took a look around the room, he noticed that he was in an average looking home. He was lying down on a brown couch with a device called a television across from where the couch was. In the room next to him was a den with a green sofa, a brownish-red couch, and a fireplace. Further inspection would show that Sora's skin also changed to yellow just like the two kids.
Before Sora could ask any questions, two adults with a baby, who all also had yellow skin, entered the room. One was a female holding the baby, with the woman having ridiculously tall blue hair, and the other with only a few hairs on his head and was notably overweight.
"Finally, you're awake! Are you okay?" the woman asked in concern.
"Um, I guess so. So, who are all of you?" Sora asked out of curiosity.
"Well, my name is Marge. This here is my husband Homer. And these are our kids Bart, Lisa, and Maggie," Marge introduced her family.
"Who are you?" Asked Bart.
"Why were you in our backyard?" Asked Lisa.
"Where are your parents?" Marge asked.
"Is this part of some scam?" Homer asked suspiciously.
"Homer!" Yelled Marge.
"Well, Marge. I'm only thinking about the safety of this family! What if this teen turns out to be a thief, or worse! I say we shouldn't trust him!" Homer yelled.
Sora was a bit hurt by Homer's accusation, but could understand. After all, wouldn't anyone be suspicious of a stranger that suddenly appeared in your yard? So, Sora decided to quickly answer their questions before leaving. "Well, to introduce myself, I am named Sora. I don't know how I ended up in your backyard," Sora lied, not wanting to reveal that there were other worlds. "As for my parents, they are not from around here. However, I do have two friends named Riku and Kairi. Do you know where they are?"
"Sorry, Sora. But you were the only person that we found in the backyard," Marge apologized. "Wait. What was that about your parents not being around here? Where do you stay?"
"Oh, my parents aren't in town. I stay with my two friends. However, I don't know where they currently are at," Sora answered, not wanting to reveal that there are other worlds.
"Hold on, Sora. Do you and your friends live on the street?" Marge was getting concerned.
"Marge, don't! He could be trying to make himself sound sympathetic in order to mooch off of us!" Homer warned.
"Um…," Sora wasn't able to think of a good response to Marge's question, at least not without revealing he came from another world.
"Cool! What is it like living on the streets? I bet it's pretty awesome being able to make your own rules!" Bart was impressed.
"Bart, living off the street would realistically be very rough. Imagine having to struggle to get your next meal!" Lisa criticized Bart's line of thinking.
"Lisa's right! Things are really bad out there. He's lucky to not have hypothermia or frostbite given how cold it is outside." Marge agreed.
"Well, it was nice to meet you guys, but I think I should get going," Sora said as he got up off the couch and headed for the door.
"Now hold on! I know you think you can make it out there, but trust me when I say that it's too dangerous! I have an idea. Maybe you can stay here with us, at least until the weather improves," Marge suggested.
"What?! No, Marge! I'm not going to let a freeloading scammer stay in our house for free!" Homer refused.
"Now come on, Homer. We can't just let this boy freeze to death out on the streets," Marge tried to argue.
"If you'd like, I can do chores around the house. Heck, I can even get a part time job in order to help pay for my expenses," Sora offered.
"Hmm, free work sounds very good. Okay, you've got a deal! But I still don't trust you," Homer agreed.
Marge leads Sora to a spare bedroom.
"Well, here is your room, Sora. If you need anything, please let us know," Marge said.
"Thanks, you guys," Sora thanked the family for accepting him.
"You're welcome," Marge accepted the thanks as she left Sora to get acquainted with his new room.
Sora looked around the room. It looked like a normal guest room. He walked to the window and looked up to the moon and thought, 'Don't worry Kairi, Riku, I'll find you guys no matter how long it takes. Then we'll find the Gummi Ship and get back on our way.'
A week had passed since Sora had been found by the Simpsons. In that week, Sora was able to find Kairi, who was found by Bart's teacher named Ms. Krabapple. Sora had also managed to get himself a job by being a worker for a day or so . Now Sora, Homer, Marge, and Maggie were on their way to Bart and Lisa's school to watch their Christmas pageant.
"Ooh! Careful, Homer!" Marge warned as they drove to the school in the snow.
"There's no time to be careful. We're late" Homer replied, driving fast. When they got to the school they screeched to a halt hitting a snowbank. They all walked into the school when they got to the auditorium some students were singing "Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem". They shuffled in Marge whispering "Sorry. Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry. Excuse me."
"Hey, Norman, how's it goin'? So you got dragged here too, huh? How you doing, Fred?"
"Sorry. Excuse me."
"Yeah. 'Scuse me. Oh!" Homer says as he accidentally bumps into a woman who yelps as he, Sora, and Marge shuffled through the aisle to their seats.
"Pardon my galoshes." Homer laughs as they sit down and the kids on stage finish singing their song and the audience claps.
Sora sat down next to Homer and Marge. Sora was ready to watch the school play when a familiar face sat down next to him. "Kairi! It's great to see that you made it!" Sora greeted his friend.
"Well of course! I live with one of the teachers. Of course I was going to be here to watch the play," Kairi pointed out.
"Homer, Marge, I'd like for you both to meet my friend Kairi," Sora introduced his friend to the pair.
"Oh, that's wonderful! Sora has a little girlfriend, Homie. Sora has talked a lot about you to us, Kairi. So, how have things been with you?" Marge asked Kairi.
Both Sora and Kairi blushed in embarrassment at Marge's comment. "Uh, we're just friends, ma'm. Also, things have been fine. I've been helping Ms. Kraubapple grade her tests when I've got the time."
The principal walked on stage and said, "Wasn't that wonderful? And now "Santas of many lands," As presented by the entire second grade class.""
"Oh! Lisa's class." Marge says to Homer and Sora who nod.
First a girl says, "Frohlich Weihnachten. That's German for Merry Christmas. In Germany Santa servant Bruprecht gives presents to good children and whipping rods to the parents of bad ones." The audience claps and the girl leaves and a boy comes on stage and says, "Merry Kurisumasu. I am Hotiashi, a Japanese priest who acts like Santa Claus. I have eyes in the back of my head so children better behave when I'm nearby." He turns around to reveal glasses (with eyes attached) on the back of his head. One of the eyes pops out, and the crowd gasps, then applaud.
"Now presenting Lisa Simpson as Towanga, the Santa Clause of the South Seas." says Mr. Largo who is off to the side.
"Oh it's Lisa! That's ours."
Lisa, wearing a suit that includes a witch doctor mask and grass skirt, juggles flaming torches. Everyone in the crowd watches with their mouths open in shock and when she is done everyone claps.
"Ah, the fourth grade will now favor us with a melody... er... medley of Holiday favorites." The principal says as the curtain opens, revealing Bart's class. They began to sing Jingle bells.
"Dancing through the snow, In a one-horse open sleigh, O'er the fields we go, Dancing all the way, ho ho ho…" Everyone sings.
"Isn't Bart sweet, Homer? He sings like an angel." Marge says proudly.
" Jingle Bells, Batman smells, Robin laid an egg. The Batmobile broke its wheel, the Joker got…" Bart sings before he is pulled off stage by the principal.
" D'oh!" Homer says to himself as Bart gets dragged off stage.
Hours later Homer went from bored to really bored.
"The fifth grade will now favor us with a scene from Charles... uh... Dickens'... A Christmas Carol." The principal says.
"Oh, how many grades does this school have?" Homer complained as he had his hand on his chin in boredom..
Later back at the Simpsons house…
Marge is writing letters to friends and family, Bart and Lisa are writing their Christmas lists, Maggie is walking around only to fall over every few steps, and Homer with the help of Sora is getting out the Christmas lights.
"Dear friends of the Simpson family. We had some sadness and some gladness this year. First, the sadness: our little cat Snowball was unexpectedly run over and went to kitty heaven. But we bought a new little cat Snowball II, so I guess life goes on. Speaking of life going on, Grandpa is still with us, feisty as ever. Maggie is walking by herself, Lisa got straight A's, and Bart... well, we love Bart. We've also taken in a teenage boy named Sora, who we found outside about a week ago. We don't know why he came here or from where, but we are doing all we can to help him as he helps us in return. The magic of the season has touched us all." Marge writes.
"Marge! Haven't you finished that stupid letter yet?" Homer asked, annoyed.
"Homer sends his love. Happy Holidays..." Marge writes as she tries not to be annoyed.
"Marge!" Homer yells.
"...the Simpsons." Marge finishes.
"Marge! Where's the extension cord?" Homer asked.
"Homer, the extension cord is in the utility drawer." Marge said, annoyed.
"I had a feeling that it was there, Mr. Simpson. Want me to grab it?" Sora asked.
"That's okay, kid. I am more than capable of untangling the cord. And Marge, sorry I'm just a big kid. I love Christmas so much." Homer apologizes as he opens the drawer and finds that the extension cord is tangled up.
"D'oh!" Homer yelled as he found the extension cord tangled up.
"Need me to untangle the cord, sir?" Sora asked Homer.
"It's fine," Homer declined the offer in annoyance as he worked to untangle the cord.
"All right, children, let me have those letters. I'll send them to Santa's workshop at the North Pole." Marge told them.
"Oh please, there's only one fat guy that brings us presents and his name ain't Santa." Bart snarked.
"I thought the same thing, but trust me. Santa is real. I met him once. However, if you want to get a present I suggest you not cease your belief in him," Sora warned.
"Right," Bart rolled his eyes, not quite believing the teen.
Marge looks at Lisa's list and says the same thing multiple times with a thank you at the bottom, " A Pony? Oh Lisa, you have asked for that for the past three years, and I keep telling you that Santa can't fit a pony in his sleigh. Can't you take a hint?"
"But I really want a pony and I have been really really good this year." Lisa pleaded.
"Oh, dear. Maybe Bart is a little more realistic." Marge says then she reads Bart's list. "A tattoo?!"
"A what?" Homer angrily questioned as he re-entered the room.
"Yeah, they're cool, and they last for the rest of your life," Bart responded, starry-eyed.
"You will not be getting a tattoo for Christmas," Marge declined sternly.
"Yeah, if you want one, you'll have to pay for it out of your own allowance," Homer yelled with hands on his hips.
"All right!" Bart cheered happily.
"Homer!" Marge scolded.
"Um, I've never heard of a tattoo before now. What exactly is it?" Sora curiously asked.
The Simpsons family, meanwhile, looked at Sora in confusion. "How have you never heard of a tattoo before kid? Especially at your age," Homer asked suspiciously.
Sora mentally cursed himself for missing something that appeared to be obvious to this world. Sora tried and failed for a good moment to come up with an excuse as to how he didn't know what a tattoo was. Eventually, he came up with the answer, "I don't think I've seen or heard of one back where I came from to be honest."
Thankfully, Marge interrupted and said, "Now, now, Homer. Just because Sora's never heard of a tattoo before doesn't mean anything bad."
The phone starts to ring and Homer answers it.
"Hello?" Homer asked who was on the line.
"Marge please." The person on the other line said.
"Who is this?" Homer asked as he began to get annoyed.
"May I please speak to Marge?" the person asked.
"This is her sister isn't it?" Homer asked snarkily.
"Is Marge there?" the person asked
"Who shall I say is calling?" Homer asked, wanting to not be ignored.
"Marge please." The person said.
Homer bitterly hands the phone to Marge and says, "It's your sister."
"Oh, hello," Marge greeted her sister.
"Hello Marge, it's Patty. Selma and I couldn't be more excited about seeing our baby sister for Christmas Eve."
"Well, Homer and I are looking forward to your visit too." Marge said.
In the background Homer, who is searching through the decorations box, makes a strangling sound.
"Somehow I doubt that Homer is excited. Of all the men you could have married, I don't know why you picked one who is always so rude to…" said Patty.
"So…I take it that Mr. Simpson doesn't get along with Mrs. Simpson's sisters?" Sora asked Bart and Lisa.
"Kinda. You see…," Lisa began, trying to see a polite way of answering Sora's question.
"Our aunts think Homer is a rude failure and that mom could do better," Bart bluntly answered.
"Bart!" Lisa scolded her older brother.
"What? I'm just being honest!" Bart defended.
"Well, I think that he can still prove them wrong. After all, suspicion aside, Mr. Simpson isn't that bad," Sora defended Homer.
Later that night Homer is on the roof putting up Christmas lights. After he connected the last cord he fell off the roof.
"Good one, dad," Bart said as the family clapped.
"Okay, kids prepare to be dazzled. Marge, turn on the juice!" Homer said as Marge tried to turn on the light's power. However, only a few of the red lights turned on, and were unstable at that, with one even breaking. "What do you think, kids?"
"Nice try dad," Lisa said sympathetically.
"Ugh," Bart groaned.
"So…no offense, but are the lights supposed to flash?" Sora asked, trying not to make Homer feel bad.
"Yup," Bart answered.
"Well, technically, all the lights should have turned on, not just the red," Lisa explained quietly so that Homer couldn't hear..
"To put it simply, our lights suck," Bart bluntly said.
"Just hold your horses, son." Flanders said to his younger son Todd. "Hey Simpson!" He yelled at the group.
"What is it, Flanders?" Homer asked.
"Do you think this looks ok?" Flanders asked humbly.
Flanders' house had several lights covering the house, a big Santa at the top of the roof and a sign reading "Merry Christmas" when he turned it on.
"Whoa, neat-oh!" Bart and Lisa were impressed by Flander's lights and decorations.
"See, Sora? That is what we should be able to have, not our crappy display," Bart said.
"Um, Bart?" Lisa awkwardly interjected as she pointed to an annoyed Homer.
"It's too bright." Homer tells Ned, then mutters, "Flanders, what a big show off."
"Hey, don't worry too much Mr. Simpson. Perhaps we can go look for new lights at some point," Sora said sympathetically.
"Yeah, whatever," Homer grumbled.
The next morning everyone is eating at the breakfast table.
"Kids, do you want to go Christmas shopping?" Marge asked the kids.
"I do!" Lisa agreed.
"All right, the mall!" Bart also agreed.
"A mall? Is that supposed to be a store or something?" Sora asked, confused, getting the attention of the entire Simpsons family once more.
"Um, yes?" Lisa awkwardly answered. "A mall consists of a variety of other stores in one, usually having a total of at least two floors."
"Okay, thanks. I guess I can go with you all. Maybe I can find something for Kairi," Sora said.
"Sounds cute, Sora," Marge cooed. "Want my help once I'm done shopping?"
"Sure thing!" Sora accepted as he turned to leave and grab his money only to bump into Homer.
"Hold on here, kid. How do you not know what a mall is? They're pretty much everywhere in this day and age," Homer suspiciously asked.
"Homer has a point. Where have you lived in the past in order to not know about malls?" Bart agreed.
"Uh…I lived where many of your modern stuff isn't much of a common thing? I'm mostly familiar with smaller scale in a beach side town with only ma and pop businesses," Sora answered mostly truthfully as he mentally facepalmed.
"Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England," Homer snarked.
"Homer!" Marge chided her prying husband.
"What? The kid is somehow not aware of things that are common knowledge in our day and age?! Pretty suspicious if you ask me," Homer admitted.
"Look, I understand you're worried about being conned or stolen from, but if Sora really wanted to hurt us he would have done something by now," Marge reminded.
"I promise you Mr. Simpson that I have no intention of robbing you or betraying you in any way. But if you want, I can just go find somewhere else to go," Sora said.
"Well, hopefully he ends up scamming someone else. Maybe Flanders," Homer grumbled to himself, though Marge heard and gave him a look.
"Sounds kinda risky seeing as how the weather is snowy out. Bet that'll be cool. Can I go with him?" Bart asked.
"No, Bart! Also, Sora, please stay!" Marge decided.
"But Marge…," Homer interrupted only for Marge to shush him.
"Remember, this boy has done nothing but help us since he got here. I know you fear for us all, but can you at least try and trust Sora?" Marge asked pleadingly.
"Fine," Homer begrudgingly agreed.
"Now that we've got that settled, you can all go get your money," Marge informed the kids as they ran off excitedly to collect their money. "You know, Homer, the kids and I can see the good in Sora. Hopefully one of these days you can too."
"I just don't want us hurt or worse off because of this kid, Marge. Is it really that bad to not trust him?" Homer asked.
"No, it isn't. But living in only suspicion won't be good for you, you know," Marge said.
"Okay… So, to get to a nicer topic…Tell us, Marge, where have you been hiding the Christmas money?" Homer asked out of curiosity.
"Oh, I have my secrets. Turn around." As he does she pulls a jar of money out of her hair. "You can look now."
"Oh, big jar this year!" Homer say impressed.
At the mall, Marge and Lisa are looking at the model trains curiously as they roll down the miniature train tracks as Maggie looks on, amazed.
"So Lisa, any ideas what you want for Christmas yet?" Marge asked her young daughter.
"Dunno. I still say that a pony would be a perfect gift, mom," Lisa responded.
"But…a pony is a lot of responsibility. Are you sure that is what you want?" Marge asked, wanting to try and convince her daughter that a pony would be a not so good idea.
"Of course. And don't worry. I'll take care of them and make sure they're cared for," Lisa reassured her mother, which did little to calm the concerned mother.
Before Marge could come up with an argument to kindly and calmly let Lisa down without hurting her, Kairi suddenly came in, looking at the train. "Hmm, lets see…would Sora like a train? With a child-like appreciation of life, he may like it. Still, maybe he should be interested in something he can use. Maybe a baseball? He could use his Keyblade as a baseball bat. Let's make that a maybe," Kairi said as she looked over her notepad.
"Oh, Lisa! I believe that this is Sora's little girlfriend Kairi!" Marge said to her middle child.
At this, Kairi turned over to the trio and blushed upon registering Marge's comment. "Uh, Mrs. Simpson, Sora and I are just friends! Yep! We don't have any relationship that goes deeper than that. No siree! It's not like I've ever thought about us on an official date or anything like that!"
"Oh, sorry there Kairi. I guess that you aren't ready to think about a relationship just yet," Marge apologized.
"But…well never mind. So, from what you could tell about Sora, what would you say he would love as a gift? I mean, we have plenty of things he would love from back home, but he may be into different stuff now that he's broadened his horizons here in Springfield. What if the gift I get Sora isn't good enough? What if he's disappointed that I got him the wrong gift?" Kairi uncertainly decided.
"You think she's having trouble finding him a gift?" Lisa wondered.
"It seems to be the case. Are you okay, Kairi?" Marge asked kindly.
"I dunno. I mean, Sora is a very sweet guy, one of the nicest people out there. I dunno what he'll get me or even Riku, but I just hope I can get something as good as what he plans to get me. The last thing I want is for him to be disappointed or sad with whatever I get him," Kairi explained her worries.
"Look, Kairi, I can understand you are worried about getting Sora the perfect gift, but you shouldn't overly worry about it. I mean, Sora is looking for a gift for you too and I doubt he's getting worried about making it perfect," Marge tried to console Kairi.
"Oh, great. Sora didn't have to worry as much about finding me a gift. I bet it'll be great compared to mine," Kairi miserably said.
"That's not what I meant, Kairi. I was just saying that getting Sora a gift shouldn't be the end of the world. I bet he'll be happy with whatever you choose to get him," Marge said.
Kairi stopped for a moment before she smiled. "You know what? You're right. Still, I want Sora to get a great gift. For now, I'll just take a break from searching and go back home and relax," Kairi decided as she left the store.
"That was very nice, mom," Lisa said to her mom.
"Well, when you're a mother sometimes you have a better idea on what to say in a certain situation," Marge said while blushing.
"Perfect! Now about that pony…," Lisa said as Marge sadly sighed.
Bart, meanwhile, is looking at some tattoos. Bart imagines himself with a "Mother" tattoo.
"Oh, Bart, that's so sweet. It's the best present a mother could get, and it makes you look so dangerous." The imaginary Marge said.
Back in reality, Bart decides to go into the store. Sora notices Bart go into the tattoo store and follows after him.
"One "Mother" please." Bart tells the shop owner as he hands the man $50.
"Wait a minute. How old are you?" the owner asked.
"Twenty one, sir."Bart says.
"Get in the chair." The owner tells him.
Before Bart could sit down in the chair, Sora arrives and grabs Bart by the arm. "Wait a second! I thought that…!" Sora began only for Bart shush him.
"Can you please give us a minute my good sir?" Bart asked as the man shrugged in response. Bart then led Sora to outside the door and said, "Look, I know that my mom said to not get a tattoo."
"Then why get one? Won't your mother be upset with you when she sees you got one without her permission?" Sora pointed out.
"Hey, my dad did say I could get one as long as I pay with my own money. Besides, I think I found a tattoo that even she will admit is sweet and cool. She'll love it just as much as I do," Bart explained.
"No offense, but I kinda doubt that your mom will be cool with a tattoo after how much of a fuss she made recently every time it's been brought up," Sora countered.
"But I want it! I just know she'll change her mind when she sees it! Please let me get it Sora!" Bart begged.
"I'm sorry, but no Bart. The last thing we need is for you and Mrs. Simpson to be on worse terms during Christmas time," Sora declined.
"Can you at least ask my mom if it will be okay first?" Bart asked, giving cute eyes as Sora tried to resist only to eventually give in.
"Fine! But don't be angry or sad should she say no," Sora reluctantly agreed as he left, figuring that Bart could be left alone for a few minutes.
Right after Sora left, Bart started to return to the tattoo artist's chair. "Sora will see how great my boss tattoo will be once I've finally got it. My mom will love it just as much as I will."
At the power plant, Homer is checking the equipment. Everything is in order, even one with a red flashing light. An announcement comes over the intercom.
"Attention all personnel. Please keep working during the following announcement." Smithers says over the intercom.
The workers stop to eat donuts, starting with Homer.
"And now, our boss and friend, Mr. Burns." Smithers says.
"Hello. I'm proud to announce that we've been able to increase safety here at the power plant without increasing the cost to the consumer or affecting management pay raises. However, for you semi-skilled workers, there will be no Christmas bonuses. Oh, and one more thing Merry Christmas." Mr. Burns tells everyone, who all groan in frustration and disappointment.
"Oh, thank God for the big jar." Homer says thankfully as the crowd disbands.
Back at the mall.
"Where's that Bart?" Marge asks as she sees Sora approach. "Oh, Sora! So, how has your search for a present gone so far? Also, have you seen Bart?"
"I'm still looking for a gift, I'm afraid. I have a few ideas, but nothing concrete. I just want for Kairi to be happy and love her gift. As for Bart, I saw him. He was gonna get-," Sora was soon interrupted as Bart's screams can be heard.
"Oh no! Really?" Sora was starting to realize what was happening and felt bad.
Marge walks into the tattoo parlor, and is shocked to see Bart getting a tattoo with the word "Moth" on it. She yanks him out of the chair, and takes him next door to a doctor that can remove the tattoo.
"But mom, I thought you would like it!" argued Bart.
"Yes, Mrs. Simpson, we can remove your son's tattoo. Its a simple routine involving lasers." the doctor said.
"Cool!" Bart says impressed.
"However, it is expensive. We must insist on a cash payment up front." the doctor tells her.
"Cash?" Marge asks, upset.
"Mm-hmm," the doctor confirms.
"Thank god for Homer's Christmas bonus." Marge says reassuringly as she handed over the money.
"Mrs. Simpson, I'm sorry that I left him alone. If I didn't come looking for you, I could have stopped him from getting a tattoo," Sora apologized sadly.
"Sora, it's okay. I know you didn't want this to happen. Besides, we still have Homer's Christmas bonus to help pay for things. We'll just need to budget a bit more this year," Marge reassured the teen.
"Well…okay," Sora decided, still feeling a bit bad.
Dr. Zitsofsky turns the laser on.
"Aye carumba!" Yells Bart.
"Now, whatever you do boy, don't squirm. You don't want this sucker near your eye or your groin." The doctor tells him.
Back at home. Lisa touches Bart's arm. "Ow! Quit it." She does it again. "Ow! Quit it." She does it again. "Ow! Quit it." Maggie touches his arm. "Ow! Quit it."
Homer walks into the living room.
"Hey, what's this?" Homer asks as he touches Bart's arm.
"Ow! Quit it. It used to be a real boss tattoo." Bart tells him.
"Which he got because he got me to leave him alone long enough that I couldn't stop him from getting it," Sora grumbled sadly.
"But mom had to spend all the Christmas money to have it surgically removed." Lisa tells him.
"Huh? Homer asked confused.
Marge shows him the empty jar as she entered the room.
"Oh, it's true! The jar is empty! Oh my God, we're ruined. Christmas is canceled, no presents for anyone." Homer cries dramatically.
"Don't worry Homer we'll just have to stretch your Christmas bonus even farther this year." Marge reassured.
"Ah!" Homer gasps in horror.
"Homer?" Marge asked worriedly.
"Uh, is everything okay, Mr. Simpson?" Sora asked, suspecting that something was wrong.
"Oh, yeah... my Christmas bonus. Hehe... how silly of me. This will be the best Christmas yet. The best any family ever had!" Homer told his family.
He goes outside, and looks at his measly decorations, then Flanders' extravagant decorations. He hangs his head in shame.
