Spoilers for the new episode "Meat is Murder."
The celebration of Krusty Burger's fiftieth anniversary was not on the top of Bob's places to be, especially since Bob was still bitter at Krusty for removing the fruit smoothies (Bob's idea) from the menu some time ago. Krusty's excuse was that the smoothies didn't sell well enough, but Bob believed Krusty simply hadn't bothered to promote them. Krusty had given Mr Teeny's Deep-Fried Monkey Bites far more promotion, even though those were just doughnut holes fried in what Krusty claimed was pig's lard (but knowing Krusty's almost non-existent ethics, it could have been fat from the bodies of unlucky endangered monkeys).
But that was all in the past. Bob participated in the celebration, writing tattoos in marker on the chests of the guests. He was still able to have a sense of humour about that tattoo on his chest, which he now regretted.
Krusty had said Bob would be paid for his participation here, though Bob didn't fully trust him. Also, his therapist thought the experience would do Bib good, and be healthier for him than spending all of his time cooped up in the lighthouse.
Bart Simpson and his father showed up at Bob's booth. This was a little awkward for Bob, though he shouldn't have been surprised hat these two were here, given Bart's love of Krusty and Homer's love of junk food.
"Hello, Bart," Bob said, uttering his usual greeting as civilly and sanely as possible. "Hello, Homer."
Homer got right to the point. "One 'Die Bart Die' and one 'Die Homer Die."
As Bob started to write on Homer's large stomach, Homer said, "The Die Bart Die is for me. Die Homer Die is for the boy."
Bart smirked, and Bob said, "Ah, of course. I should have expected that."
"Here you are," Bob said, giving the Simpsons exactly what they wanted, with his best and most non-threatening smile.
"Thanks, Bob," Bart said, to Bob's surprise. This was the politest Bart had ever treated him, especially given their history.
"...You're welcome," Bib said, after his shock had worn off, though the father and son had already left. Maybe his therapist was right that it was good for Bob to be here.
As it turned out, a billionaire, some unfortunate former associate of Krusty's, had chosen this occasion to get revenge on the treacherous clown, ending Krusty Burger and the very name of Krusty the Clown. This fellow's revenge was impressive. Bob wished he had thought of something like this, but he would spend his energy admiring the man and not envying him.
Back in the solitude of his lighthouse, Bob happened to turn his television to Channel 6, where he saw that Krusty had been reduced to "Herschel the Comical Man."
Bob laughed, a full, genuine laugh, at Herschel's show for the first time since meeting that man. At least Herschel Krustofsky had finally gotten what he deserved, even if it was not of Bob's making. Bob could be content with that.