Ch. 7
Screaming and filled with panic, Marge rushed over to her drowning husband. "Here! Grab my hand!" she instructed. Homer, still trying to keep afloat, didn't
understand and thought she said "Go eat ham".
"But why must I eat ham? How will that help?" he asked while splashing around.
"No! GRAB MY HAND!" Unfortunately, it was too late, and Homer was pulled under. He was then brought inside a tube and became stuck.
"Oh no! Homie!" his wife cried, wondering how in the world he was to get out.
The fat man stuck in the tube started to whimper. "Marge! Help!"
"I'm trying!" she called and looked around for her kids. "Kids! Come here! You're father's stuck in a tube!" she exclaimed, but saw them on the ground,
fattened and chocolate dribbling out of their mouths. Sighing she ran around the factory, calling for help hysterically, no one in sight. Returning to the disasterous scene,
she started to weep, not knowing what else to do. "Oh Homey!" she cried with grief, not bearing to look at her stuck husband.
Seeing Marge cry was the worst ever to witness, and Homer started to really break down. "Oh Marge! I'm so sorry I thought of such a stupid idea and that
I donated that lung! STUPID FLANDERS!" he yelled, getting angry and starting to squirm.
"Homey..." Marge said over and over again.
Suddenly, Homer was sucked up further into the tube and was brought into another room of their factory.
"What the hell?" he asked, being carried out of the tube and onto a conveyer belt. He immediately rolled off and was able to stand on solid ground again. He
sighed with relief and rushed back over to his wife. "Marge! I'm okay!"
"OH HOMEY!" she exclaimed, falling into his arms and crying. "I'm so glad you're alright!"
And so, we leave here, the Simpsons having successfully starting their own business. Keep those reviews coming!