Chapter Two (more to come)

"Well, what should we pack?" Lisa asked.
"Everything. Pack the dog, pack the cat, and pack the lawnmower! We're going to California!" Homer hollered.
"I'll just pack some clothes." Lisa said dryly.
"We're leaving tonight!" Homer cried as he ran upstairs and started packing.
"Mom. I don't think this is going to work out so well." Lisa said.
"Just think of it as a vacation. A much needed one." Marge replied.
"What about school? How long are we going to be gone?" Lisa worried.
"We're the Simpson's honey. Everything will work out." Marge answered.
"Argg.." Lisa said as she saw her dad bringing down the toilet.
"Just in case Marge. You never know when something might come up," Homer explained, "or out."
"I'll be in my room." Lisa said annoyed and walked past her dad.
"Are you done packing Marge?" Homer asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I figured you packed our whole room. So, yes, I'm done." Marge answered, walking out the door.
Everyone had finished packing and were all piled in the car, heading toward the Atlantic Ocean.
"Dad! We're going to California!" Lisa said.
"I know sweetie. Don't be a back seat driver now." Homer replied sweetly.
"Turn around dad! You're going the wrong way!" Lisa yelled.
"Ohh." Homer answered as he swerved the car around.
The Simpson family, off on the wrong foot, began their million-dollar quest.

=-= Many, many, many days later =-=

"We're here! We're here! We're really, really here!" Homer yelled as he pulled into an expensive hotel.
"What are doing here?" Lisa asked, looking at the gold plated parking lot.
"We're millionaires right? We should start acting like ones!" Homer explained.
"We haven't gotten the million yet, dad." Bart argued.
"Stop it! You're ruining my fun!" Homer said as he got outside and looked at the letter. "They say we need to go to The Yacht Shop on 3264 Yacht Lane. Hey, that's it! Look! There it is, The Yacht Shop. Hurry guys!" Homer called as he ran into the middle of the street with cars driving past and yelling at him.
The Simpson family entered The Yacht Shop and stepped up to the front counter.
"Hello, how may I help.you?" A stuffy, old guy asked them.
"I won a million dollars and would like to have it now." Homer stated.
"Oh, my, I'm sorry, but who are you?" The clerk asked.
"Homer J. Simpson." He replied.
"Well, I'm sorry, but the real Homer J. Simpson just claimed his prize. Sorry imposter and imposter family." The stuffy man said sarcastically.
"Nobody calls me an imposter!" Homer yelled and lunged at the man.
"Homer, no!" Marge cried and took Homer out of the store.
"I demand answers!" Homer yelled. He wriggled free of his wife's grasp and stormed back into the store.
"Who is this Homer J.?" he asked.
"Well, I can't give out that information." The stuffy man replied. Homer ignored him and took the paper that the man was holding.

"Wait! That's confidential information!" He yelled.
"Too bad!" Homer said as he ran out of the store with the clerk chasing after him. "Quick, into the car!" Homer instructed as the family of 5 piled into the car.
"You won't get away with it Homer J.!" The clerk called after the car as it drove away.
"Well Marge. This Homer J. Simpson lives in Kentucky. I say we go to Kentucky and pay him a visit, where he pays us!" Homer suggested.
"Dad! I've already missed 1 week of school! I see my future going down the drain! Just like when we lost seven thousand dollars to figurines!" Lisa cried.
"Lisa, school is for losers! We're going to beat this guy up and take what's rightfully ours!" Bart argued.
"Money means more than knowledge?" Lisa asked.
"You bet!" Bart replied.