Chapter 3 (more to come)
"Are we there yet? I'm getting tired of living in a car dad." Bart whined.
"Hold your horses Bart. I've just gotta find the street." Homer said, searching the street signs.
"Well, we'll help you look. What is it?" Marge asked. She too was getting tired of living in a car.
"It's called The Street." Homer replied.
"There it is." Lisa called. Homer did a sharp turn, ran over a mailbox, but was soon cruising down The Street.
"Ok dad. What's the address?" Lisa asked.
"638948." He rambled off.
"Oh, you just past it." Lisa commented.
"Crap." Homer did another sharp turn and found himself over a mailbox again.
The Simpson car pulled up to 638948 The Street. The family got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Homer knocked rapidly.
"Coming." Answered a voice from inside. Soon, the door creaked open.
"Hello Homer. I'm Homer J. Simpson and I believe you have something that is mine. It might just involve a million dollars." Homer explained calmly.
"Nope." The man answered and shut the door in his face.
"Nobody shuts the door in my face." Homer yelled as he lunged himself at the door.
"Owww." Homer whined.
"Let's break in!" Bart suggested.
"I don't want to be breaking the law." Marge started.
"Oh come one! This is ours! If you ask me, he stole it from us!" Bart argued.
Lisa snorted. "Yeah right Bart. The cops are going to listen to you!" Lisa laughed.
"Guys, cool it. Of course I want the million dollars, but I don't want to breaking the law-" Marge began.
"I can find a loophole." Bart announced.
Lisa snorted again. "Bart, you can't find your room sometimes." Lisa stated.
"Apparently, The Yacht Shop should give away 2 million dollars. 1 for us, and this guy should keep the other." Marge suggested.
"No. I object!" Homer began. "We should get the 2 million dollars, and this guy should get nothing."
"Oh brother." Lisa said.
"Let's try to reason with him, ok?" Marge asked.
Homer knocked again and the guy stepped out.
"What do you want from me?" Homer #2 asked.
"The million dollars bub!" Homer said, poking Homer #2 in the chest.
"Watch where your poking weirdo!" Homer #2 yelled.
"Nobody calls me a weirdo!" Homer yelled and lunged himself for the 3rd time.
"Ahh!" Homer #2 screamed and scurried back inside. Homer came into contact with a door.for the 2nd time.
"Oww.I have to stop doing this." Homer said.
"Why don't we call the cops?" Marge asked.
"No! The cops don't do anything except help people. What we need is someone to get our million dollars." Homer protested.
"Dad," Lisa began, "you need to think things through." She finished.
"Pshh! Yeah right!" Homer replied.
"Lets wait till night fall, then break in and steal it! Don't argue people!" Bart said.
"Yeah! We could be like those people in the movies!" Homer jumped up and down.
"You mean burglars, dad?" Lisa asked.
"Whatever." Homer shrugged.
"You know I did suggest this before." Bart said annoyed.
"Whatever." Homer shrugged again.
"Are we there yet? I'm getting tired of living in a car dad." Bart whined.
"Hold your horses Bart. I've just gotta find the street." Homer said, searching the street signs.
"Well, we'll help you look. What is it?" Marge asked. She too was getting tired of living in a car.
"It's called The Street." Homer replied.
"There it is." Lisa called. Homer did a sharp turn, ran over a mailbox, but was soon cruising down The Street.
"Ok dad. What's the address?" Lisa asked.
"638948." He rambled off.
"Oh, you just past it." Lisa commented.
"Crap." Homer did another sharp turn and found himself over a mailbox again.
The Simpson car pulled up to 638948 The Street. The family got out of the car and walked up to the front door. Homer knocked rapidly.
"Coming." Answered a voice from inside. Soon, the door creaked open.
"Hello Homer. I'm Homer J. Simpson and I believe you have something that is mine. It might just involve a million dollars." Homer explained calmly.
"Nope." The man answered and shut the door in his face.
"Nobody shuts the door in my face." Homer yelled as he lunged himself at the door.
"Owww." Homer whined.
"Let's break in!" Bart suggested.
"I don't want to be breaking the law." Marge started.
"Oh come one! This is ours! If you ask me, he stole it from us!" Bart argued.
Lisa snorted. "Yeah right Bart. The cops are going to listen to you!" Lisa laughed.
"Guys, cool it. Of course I want the million dollars, but I don't want to breaking the law-" Marge began.
"I can find a loophole." Bart announced.
Lisa snorted again. "Bart, you can't find your room sometimes." Lisa stated.
"Apparently, The Yacht Shop should give away 2 million dollars. 1 for us, and this guy should keep the other." Marge suggested.
"No. I object!" Homer began. "We should get the 2 million dollars, and this guy should get nothing."
"Oh brother." Lisa said.
"Let's try to reason with him, ok?" Marge asked.
Homer knocked again and the guy stepped out.
"What do you want from me?" Homer #2 asked.
"The million dollars bub!" Homer said, poking Homer #2 in the chest.
"Watch where your poking weirdo!" Homer #2 yelled.
"Nobody calls me a weirdo!" Homer yelled and lunged himself for the 3rd time.
"Ahh!" Homer #2 screamed and scurried back inside. Homer came into contact with a door.for the 2nd time.
"Oww.I have to stop doing this." Homer said.
"Why don't we call the cops?" Marge asked.
"No! The cops don't do anything except help people. What we need is someone to get our million dollars." Homer protested.
"Dad," Lisa began, "you need to think things through." She finished.
"Pshh! Yeah right!" Homer replied.
"Lets wait till night fall, then break in and steal it! Don't argue people!" Bart said.
"Yeah! We could be like those people in the movies!" Homer jumped up and down.
"You mean burglars, dad?" Lisa asked.
"Whatever." Homer shrugged.
"You know I did suggest this before." Bart said annoyed.
"Whatever." Homer shrugged again.
