After I untied them, Smithers told me that someone had broken into the mansion and tied them up, and then had the goons go and pick someone up. I told them to stay put, while I dealt with the real problem.
Meanwhile, Dad had some problems of his own. On the roof of the house, a masked man had tied him and Mom up and was preparing a set of jumper cables for Dad.
"Why are you doing this? Are you crazy?" Homer asked.
"You're the one who's crazy. You ruined my life!" the masked man said. "You're the reason my grandfather is dead."
"I never killed anyone," Homer replied, more confused than normal. "Who are you?"
"Frank Grimes, the Third!" the man said, pulling off his mask.
Not long after, I got onto the roof. Grimes was about to put the cables on Homer, and I had to act quickly. I tossed a cupcake into his head, which exploded on impact and knocked him over. He turned over and climbed to his feet.
"You're too late, Pieman!" Grimes said, "You'll never pie me!"
"Didn't plan on it," I replied, tossing a cookie at the ropes tying Homer down. It cut them open, and he was free. "This one is all yours, Homer," I said, throwing the pie to him like a Frisbee. He caught it, and Grimes didn't even have time to put his hands up. He fell down to the ground, crumbs in his hair.
That is the story of how I became the Pieman. A year later, I asked Gina to marry me. We're getting married next summer. She still doesn't know my secret, but that doesn't stop me form going out. So, the bad guys better watch out, or they'll get their just deserts.