Homer, Mom, and Maggie had just been sitting at home, minding their own business, when it happened. There was a loud knock on the door. "Marge, can you get that?" Homer asked, taking a sip of his beer and changing the channel.
When Mom answered the door, a pair of hired goons greeted her. Before she could say anything, they grabbed her and threw her into the back of a truck, where a third goon tied her up.
"Marge, who is it?" Homer asked, "Can you get me another beer?" After a few minutes, Dad gave up and got up to get it himself.
"This is the way I get my beer, get my beer, get my beer," he sang, "This is the way I get my beer, at seven o'clock in the morning." As her turned from the fridge, one of the goons came up and smashed him over the head with a baseball bat. It snapped over his head. "Ow! That really hurt," Homer said, rubbing his head, "If you want a beer, just get one, you don't have to steal mine." What can I say? He's got a crayon in his brain.
The goon shook his head and grabbed Homer. He gagged him and threw him in the back of the truck. Maggie came downstairs just in time to see the truck drive away.