The Simpsons
(The Super Homer Saga)
By IHVNNM
** I do not own the Simpsons, even though I do enjoy watching whenever I can. I applaud you James L. Brooks, Matt Groening and the Fox Network, may you all keep producing more episodes so loyal fans shall keep watching. Please no one sue me.
The CBCG is out cold in his store, a scrawny man enters the store, and just the silhouette is seen. His eyeglasses reflect off the light, he nervously walks over to CBCG. He kicks him once. CBCG groans, rolling over, his suit torn to pieces and blood pouring out from every inch of his body. His suit sparking, everything on him is a wreak. The man shakes his head. Taking a remote from his pocket he pushes a button.
A little robot comes into the store, picks up CBCG and carries him off. The guy follows behind, he turns around back to the store. Taking out a supped up ray/laser gun. The whole store goes up in flames. The mystery man is now revealed. He is Dr. Fink. A large smile on his face, "Now that's a barbeque, my laven!" He walks to a hover cycle, and flies away with CBCG in the passenger seat.
"Wh… Wa…. What are you doing?" CBCG struggles to say. His arm lifts slightly in the air.
"Just sit there, you're going to help me with the world domination thingy." He says, now laughing as they fly off to his hideout (a.k.a. the one room apartment).
*
"There's mom!" Bart says happily, jumping up and down on Homers head. Bart accidentally slips off of Homers bald head and falls quickly to the ground. Homer teleports to the ground and grabs Bart's leg, inches away from hitting the ground. Marge gives off a sigh of relief.
"Homey, I'm so glad to see you!" She kisses him over and over. She backs off a few feet, looking at the suit. "Um… isn't that just a little bit to much?"
"I like it, it brings out the muscles of my arms." Homer says, flexing his arms, yet there are no muscles, all of his strength is from the toxic waste. "Well, I'm pooped, I'm going to Moes for a drink." Homer says, kissing everyone good bye. The then teleports away.
"Mmm, I don't think it's a good idea for Homer to drink when he is that powerful, you don't know what he could do." Lisa says, looking worried.
"We are all scared." Marge says, noticing the worried look on her daughters face. She then leads her kids into the house.
*
Homer reappears in Moe's tavern. Everyone is drinking, not noticing that he teleported in. He sits on a vacant stool, that is stained with beer. Barney gives off a belch, Moe walks over to Homer cleaning a glass. "I didn't hear you come in, oh yeah, before I start pouring you a Duff, You no longer need to pay your bill from 1990 to 1995."
"Mmm, why?" Homer says, intrigued with what Moe has to say.
"Because my apartment went up in flames earlier today. I thought living above a comic book store would be safe. Well, I keep all my old records up there and well, you and Barney are ok from 1995 till now."
"We are two lucky guys!" Barney says, swinging his arm over Homer, missing two times, for being so drunk. "Now I can spend a lot more to get back to that amount."
"Alright, pour me a drink, and put it on my tab." Homer gives off a chuckle. Moe pours a beer and give it to Homer, Homer takes one quick gulp, drinking most of it. Homer then starts to sway back and forth.
Homer falls off the stool, clenching his stomach. "Oh the pain! I feel so weak!" Homer cries weakly. Moe and two other guys crowd around Homer, Barney notices that Homer's drink is being unattended and drinks the rest.
"Homer, what is wrong?" Moe says, placing his hand on his head.
"Bring me to Mr. Burns, please." Homer cries out in more pain. Moe, with the two other guys pick up Homer and start carrying him out of the bar, to the power plant.
Moe turns around to Barney. "You better not take any without paying. Or there will be trouble to pay!" He says and leaves. Once the door closed, Barney jumps behind the counter, taking bottle after bottle and letting the tap pour freely. The only sound is Barney drinking.
*
Moe, and the two other unknown guys struggling Homer pass the security guard, who is watching a football game in his little booth, not paying attention to who's going by. Just then a bunch of Arabs, with weapons, drive by in a van.
Finally they struggle all the way up to Mr. Burns office, Homer mumbling incoherent words. "My god! What are you doing in my office?" Mr. Burns yells at the people.
"Homer told us to bring him to you, I still don't know why." Moe says.
"…Leave him and be gone with all of you!"
"Yes sir." Moe and the two guys walk away quickly. Smither comes around a plant and looks at Homer.
"He needs a doctor, something is seriously wrong with him." He says to Burns.
"Fine, whatever. Get a free doctor who no one will believe what he says."
"I know just the guy." He says, going to a phone and starts to dial.
Ten minutes later the door slams open. "Hi everybody!"
"Hello doctor Nick." Smithers and Burns say together, Burns has a very annoyed tone.
"Let's see here…" Dr. Nick inspects Homer all over, taking blood with a needle he pulls out of his coat and cleaning it with his sleeve. "I only used it once, about five minutes ago for the 'courage' to come here." He then finally looks up. "What has he had before this started?"
"Well, a bartender and two drunks brought him here." Smither says, kneeling over Homer's limp body.
"That must be it. Just like Superman, Homer has a weakness, he becomes ill, weak with alcohol. He must not have any. In about an hour he should be fine. Well, I'm off. Bye everybody!"
"Bye Dr. Nick."
In less than an hour, Homer gets up, still weak, but no longer ill or unconscious. "What happen?"
"Well, it seems like you can no longer drink, it seems to make you ill and sick." Burns says, sitting in his chair, playing with a letter opener.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Homer yells out at the top of his lungs. This is the worse news ever. Then the phone rings and Homer looks at it when Burns lifts it up.
"Ahoy, ahoy?" Burns says. Burns nods and then yells at the receiver. "You see here! Super Homer is not afraid, he will be there!" He then slams down the phone. He looks at Homer. "Looks like you have a job. It's at the drive in movies. Go right now." Yes Mr. Burns. Homer runs and jumps though the window, shattering the whole thing. Burns gives off an annoyed groan and goes back to work.
**I think I will end here. I hope you all like it, I'm writing as fast as I can. Please read and review my story, the more input I get the better this can be. I hope you all enjoy it, if you didn't I'll still like to know what you think. Stay toned for another story once I get a review for this one. Good bye for now.
(The Super Homer Saga)
By IHVNNM
** I do not own the Simpsons, even though I do enjoy watching whenever I can. I applaud you James L. Brooks, Matt Groening and the Fox Network, may you all keep producing more episodes so loyal fans shall keep watching. Please no one sue me.
The CBCG is out cold in his store, a scrawny man enters the store, and just the silhouette is seen. His eyeglasses reflect off the light, he nervously walks over to CBCG. He kicks him once. CBCG groans, rolling over, his suit torn to pieces and blood pouring out from every inch of his body. His suit sparking, everything on him is a wreak. The man shakes his head. Taking a remote from his pocket he pushes a button.
A little robot comes into the store, picks up CBCG and carries him off. The guy follows behind, he turns around back to the store. Taking out a supped up ray/laser gun. The whole store goes up in flames. The mystery man is now revealed. He is Dr. Fink. A large smile on his face, "Now that's a barbeque, my laven!" He walks to a hover cycle, and flies away with CBCG in the passenger seat.
"Wh… Wa…. What are you doing?" CBCG struggles to say. His arm lifts slightly in the air.
"Just sit there, you're going to help me with the world domination thingy." He says, now laughing as they fly off to his hideout (a.k.a. the one room apartment).
*
"There's mom!" Bart says happily, jumping up and down on Homers head. Bart accidentally slips off of Homers bald head and falls quickly to the ground. Homer teleports to the ground and grabs Bart's leg, inches away from hitting the ground. Marge gives off a sigh of relief.
"Homey, I'm so glad to see you!" She kisses him over and over. She backs off a few feet, looking at the suit. "Um… isn't that just a little bit to much?"
"I like it, it brings out the muscles of my arms." Homer says, flexing his arms, yet there are no muscles, all of his strength is from the toxic waste. "Well, I'm pooped, I'm going to Moes for a drink." Homer says, kissing everyone good bye. The then teleports away.
"Mmm, I don't think it's a good idea for Homer to drink when he is that powerful, you don't know what he could do." Lisa says, looking worried.
"We are all scared." Marge says, noticing the worried look on her daughters face. She then leads her kids into the house.
*
Homer reappears in Moe's tavern. Everyone is drinking, not noticing that he teleported in. He sits on a vacant stool, that is stained with beer. Barney gives off a belch, Moe walks over to Homer cleaning a glass. "I didn't hear you come in, oh yeah, before I start pouring you a Duff, You no longer need to pay your bill from 1990 to 1995."
"Mmm, why?" Homer says, intrigued with what Moe has to say.
"Because my apartment went up in flames earlier today. I thought living above a comic book store would be safe. Well, I keep all my old records up there and well, you and Barney are ok from 1995 till now."
"We are two lucky guys!" Barney says, swinging his arm over Homer, missing two times, for being so drunk. "Now I can spend a lot more to get back to that amount."
"Alright, pour me a drink, and put it on my tab." Homer gives off a chuckle. Moe pours a beer and give it to Homer, Homer takes one quick gulp, drinking most of it. Homer then starts to sway back and forth.
Homer falls off the stool, clenching his stomach. "Oh the pain! I feel so weak!" Homer cries weakly. Moe and two other guys crowd around Homer, Barney notices that Homer's drink is being unattended and drinks the rest.
"Homer, what is wrong?" Moe says, placing his hand on his head.
"Bring me to Mr. Burns, please." Homer cries out in more pain. Moe, with the two other guys pick up Homer and start carrying him out of the bar, to the power plant.
Moe turns around to Barney. "You better not take any without paying. Or there will be trouble to pay!" He says and leaves. Once the door closed, Barney jumps behind the counter, taking bottle after bottle and letting the tap pour freely. The only sound is Barney drinking.
*
Moe, and the two other unknown guys struggling Homer pass the security guard, who is watching a football game in his little booth, not paying attention to who's going by. Just then a bunch of Arabs, with weapons, drive by in a van.
Finally they struggle all the way up to Mr. Burns office, Homer mumbling incoherent words. "My god! What are you doing in my office?" Mr. Burns yells at the people.
"Homer told us to bring him to you, I still don't know why." Moe says.
"…Leave him and be gone with all of you!"
"Yes sir." Moe and the two guys walk away quickly. Smither comes around a plant and looks at Homer.
"He needs a doctor, something is seriously wrong with him." He says to Burns.
"Fine, whatever. Get a free doctor who no one will believe what he says."
"I know just the guy." He says, going to a phone and starts to dial.
Ten minutes later the door slams open. "Hi everybody!"
"Hello doctor Nick." Smithers and Burns say together, Burns has a very annoyed tone.
"Let's see here…" Dr. Nick inspects Homer all over, taking blood with a needle he pulls out of his coat and cleaning it with his sleeve. "I only used it once, about five minutes ago for the 'courage' to come here." He then finally looks up. "What has he had before this started?"
"Well, a bartender and two drunks brought him here." Smither says, kneeling over Homer's limp body.
"That must be it. Just like Superman, Homer has a weakness, he becomes ill, weak with alcohol. He must not have any. In about an hour he should be fine. Well, I'm off. Bye everybody!"
"Bye Dr. Nick."
In less than an hour, Homer gets up, still weak, but no longer ill or unconscious. "What happen?"
"Well, it seems like you can no longer drink, it seems to make you ill and sick." Burns says, sitting in his chair, playing with a letter opener.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Homer yells out at the top of his lungs. This is the worse news ever. Then the phone rings and Homer looks at it when Burns lifts it up.
"Ahoy, ahoy?" Burns says. Burns nods and then yells at the receiver. "You see here! Super Homer is not afraid, he will be there!" He then slams down the phone. He looks at Homer. "Looks like you have a job. It's at the drive in movies. Go right now." Yes Mr. Burns. Homer runs and jumps though the window, shattering the whole thing. Burns gives off an annoyed groan and goes back to work.
**I think I will end here. I hope you all like it, I'm writing as fast as I can. Please read and review my story, the more input I get the better this can be. I hope you all enjoy it, if you didn't I'll still like to know what you think. Stay toned for another story once I get a review for this one. Good bye for now.