Chapter 3
Homer was not prepared for this and he was very scared as the surgeons took him into the room. The bright light above him hurt his eyes. Then, he fell asleep. The surgeons began.
An hour crept by as surgeons wiped the sweat off of their foreheads and brow.
"Man, how much fat does this patient have?" one surgeon asked, still trying to get to homer's lungs.
"I don't know," another answered "Crap! There goes my fourth pair of scissors!" he exclaimed watching the pair sink into Homer's fat.
Finally after 7 hours, Homer was wheeled out and put in the recovering room. He woke up after 3 more hours of sleeping.
"Homie you're okay!" Marge exclaimed giving her husband a hug, the two children doing the same.
"Yeah," he said, and then who else could it be but Ned Flanders in the same room.
"Hey Homer," he said, sitting up in his bed, giving a wave. Dr. Hibbirt soon walked in to update everyone.
"Hello you two. Ned, you seem to be doing fine, and Homer, you seem to be pretty fine as well. You had a steel lung put in," he explained to him. Homer only coughed, a piece of steel flying out, and landing on the bed. He looked down, seeing other pieces as well.
"Yeah…." He said, and then looked back up at Dr. Hibbirt.
"Well, anyways, you may both go home now," he said.
"Wait, how much is this going to cost?" asked Marge worriedly.
"Well, for Ned, $560, and for Homer, $620," he said, and then left.
"Oh no! Homie, we don't have enough money," she said to him.
"Oh…." He said, remembering he spent it all on a treadmill, soon throwing it out the next day, as it was way to much work…and food…that was not thrown out of course.
"Well, what are we going to do?" Marge asked him, still having no clue why all the money saved up for these kind of situations was gone. Homer only shrugged though, and they both headed home (dropping Ned at his house first) to find out how they were going to pay for this.