Homer steps into the kitchen. Marge and Lisa gasp.
"Soooooo, Maaarrrggge," hisses Homer, "All these years you let me live with this….this…lie!" pointing to Lisa.
Marge buries her hot face in her hands, a face inflamed with shame and guilt. "Oh, Homer, I just wanted you to be happy." She starts sobbing.
Homer makes a threatening move towards Lisa, but stops short thinking to himself, "I can't strangle a little girl like I can Bart."
Marge interposes herself between them. "Homer….NO! It's not HER fault."
Homer is still enraged but his anger now turns elsewhere. "You were just about to say who your 'real' father is…..", putting his furious face right against Lisa's, who frightened by Homer's unaccustomed belligerence at her stammers, "Pr…Prrr…Principal Skinner!" as she dissolves in tears.
Homer straightens and frowns as his pupils shrink. He whirls around and marches silently from the kitchen.
"MOM" Lisa bawls, "What's he gonna do?"
"I don't know, honey. I just don't know."
At the sound of the front door slamming, Marge and Lisa hurry to the front window and are just in time to see Homer scoop up Bart's baseball bat from the front lawn, get in the car and speed off in the car almost clipping another vehicle on the street. He is having trouble controlling the steering with his bandaged thumb.
"I think he's going to make some trouble for Principal Skinner." Marge speculates. She hurries to the phone to call the police. Chief Wiggum takes the call but is less than enthusiastic about doing anything about it, claiming that if Homer did away with Skinner, he should get an award for public improvements. He tries again to distract Marge with superfluous questions, but she is relentless. Wiggum finally conceded to have his patrolmen swing by the Skinner house. Marge hangs up and quickly dials Skinner's number to warn him.
Skinner's mother, Agnes, answers. "You want to talk to Seymour? Who is this? My son is busy. He doesn't want to talk to you."
Marge can't get in a word before Agnes disconnects. Marge growls briefly. "It's four blocks to Skinner's house. I can't get there before Homer, but maybe I can talk him out of any foolishness he's planning." She thinks while dialing for a taxi. "Please hurry. It's VERY important."
(to be continued)
