Chapter 6: Runaway Homer
Homer went to the only place in town where he thought he could hide: Moe's Tavern. He parked his car in front of the watering hole, and then walked inside the dark room. "Hey, everyone!" he announced cheerfully. All the regular customers sat at Moe's. There were Lenny, Carl, and Barney. Moe stood behind the counter. They glared at Homer. "What?" Homer asked, fearing they knew what had happened to Bart.
"Homer… GET THE HELL OUT OF MY BAR!" shouted Moe.
"What did I do?" Homer asked innocently.
"Oh, come on! You know what you did!" shouted Carl.
"You strangled your own son to death!" Lenny yelled.
"Pfft, that's crazy! Where'd you get a weird idea like that? Flanders?" Homer asked.
"Yes, actually," a voice said from the bathroom. Then, Ned Flanders walked out into the bar.
"Flanders? What are you doing here? Only COOL people hang out here," Homer said.
"I thought that it was a nice thought for one to put a cross in my yard. I then decided to make it look a little bit neater. However, as I was playing with the dirt, I happened to uncover Bart's hand. Then, getting suspicious, I drug the body out, and I was really, really horrified to see it was Bart. I told the police, and Chief Wiggum told me that many people saw Bart acting strange that morning on the way to school, so we went to Professor Frink. He said he was suspicious that you tried to cover up the whole thing by building a robot that looked like Bart. We even had Bart examined, and YOUR fingerprints are all around his neck!" Flanders accused.
Everyone glared at Homer. Homer slowly backed out of the store. "OH NO YOU DON'T! I'M CALLING THE POLICE! LENNY, CARL, GRAB HIM!" yelled Moe. Homer started to run, but Lenny and Carl were too quick for him. Homer squirmed and tried to break loose, but it was too late. "Yeah, I'd like to speak with Chief Wiggum, please," Moe said. "Hello, Chief Wiggum," he said when the phone was transferred to him, "we caught the murderer of Bart Simpson. He's in my bar right now, ready to be arrested!" Just then, Homer broke out hard enough from the grasp of Lenny and Carl and ran out. "Uh oh, he just ran out," Moe said. He looked out the window, and saw Homer drive away. "He's driving away. He's got a purple car with a dent in the front. His license plate says, 'D-OHHH'. And that's about all I know," Moe said.
Homer drove away quickly, knowing that most everyone knew what he'd done to Bart. He had to escape. But where would he travel to? Homer thought of nearly every place in Springfield. There was the church, the school, the power plant, and that was about it. None of those places would be safe. He had to drive out of town. Homer drove 100 miles to a train station at the border of Canada. He then bought a ticket to Goose Bay, Newfoundland. Then, when the train arrived 15 minutes later, he stepped on, knowing he was about to leave his old life in Springfield behind.
The train was nice and large. Many windows lined both sides of the passenger cars. Homer took a seat on one of the plush seats by the window, and fell to sleep by the gentle rattling of the train.
Several hours later, Homer woke up, realizing that the train had come to a stop at Goose Bay, Newfoundland. He ran off, shoving everyone out of his way. He then looked at the new place he was going to spent the rest of his life. There was an airport, a military base, but other than that, there wasn't that much. Homer ran off to a deserted section of Goose Bay, and began to dig a pit with his hands. He dug deeper and deeper until his whole body could fit inside. Now Homer was content. His eyelids lowered, and a small smile spread across his face. "Mm… doughnuts," dreamed Homer. But his content expression changed to frustration and sadness when he realized he couldn't eat any doughnuts. He was a runaway now, and nobody could ever know his name or location.