MEANWHILE...
Homer continued his trek across the Alaskan tundra as he was now driving a group of sled dogs. "Run! Run!" he shouted, whipping the canines. "Run! Run! Run! Run! Jump! Jump!" he shouted as they jumped across a canyon. "Land! Land!" he shouted as they came down on the other end.
Soon, the dogs were exhausted and trying to get some rest after a long journey so far.
"Rest! Rest!" Homer called out as he continued to crack his whip at the sled dogs before they were sledding again. "Run! Run!"
Later that night, Homer began to unleash the dogs by a campfire. "Now, I know we've had a rough day but I'm sure we can put all that behind us and-" he then began to tell the dogs only for them to maul and attack him suddenly. "Ow! Ooh! Hey! That's my whipping arm!"
The dogs then decided to abandon Homer, leaving him on his own.
"Oh... Why does everything I whip leave me?" Homer pouted as he was on his own now.
Soon, Homer hiked through a blizzard, talking to himself. "Must keep going. Must keep going. No, I can't. I can't keep going. Yes, you can. No, I can't! Oh, shut up! You shut up. No, you. No, you. No, you. Oh, real mature. How could you say that? Oh, what's the point? It's hopeless." he then groaned before fainting into the snow until it covered him as night fell with the snow on him that evening.
"Don't give up, Homer," said the ethereal voice of the medicine woman; this prompted Homer to pull himself out of the snow and take a look up, seeing that the medicine woman had appeared in the form of a vision in the sky. "You are closer than you think."
"But which way do I go?" asked Homer.
The medicine woman swayed her bountiful chest from side to side, until they pointed in the direction Homer needed to go.
"Much obliged." responded Homer, and he went on his way. To his good fortune, he managed to find a busy road!
A LITTLE WHILE LATER...
Homer had managed to hitch a ride aboard a sausage truck which carried him the rest of the way. Once the truck came to a stop, Homer opened the back and climbed out. "Thanks for the ride, pal," he waved. "I can hoof it from here!"
"See ya later!" The driver waved to him. "Ahhh... Time to check on my sausages!"
So the driver got out of the cab and went to the back of the truck. "Checkin' on mah sausages, openin'-the-door!~" he sang on his way there. "Can't wait to see mah sausages, sittin' on~..." But when he opened the truck, he found a nasty surprise. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...!" he screamed.
Meanwhile, Homer, who was finishing off a bunch of sausage links, made his way to the top of a hill, where he spotted the Springfield Dome in the distance. Helicopters whirred around and there were all sorts of security outside of the dome to make sure no one could go in or get out. Homer cupped his eyes like binoculars as he was looking out and all around before finding a general addressing a checkpoint guard.
"Ten-hut!" The general called to the guard, allowing the guard to let him pass by.
Homer then focused on an EPA truck and heard an annoyingly familiar sound of a saxophone playing. "Lisa! Knock off that racket!" he then complained until he realized something. "Lisa!"
Inside the truck, Lisa played a bluesy tune sadly on her saxophone as she was surrounded by her friends and family.
"They captured my family!" Homer frowned. "What do I do? What do I do?" he then turned around to see a demolition crane and soon had an idea.
"I'm very sorry." Zofia spoke up to her parents and brothers as she felt like this was her fault.
"It's not your fault," Lionel told Zofia. "They would've caught us somehow, anyway."
"It's still my fault though." Zofia pouted.
"Why do you think it's your fault, dear?" Cherry asked her daughter.
"Well, because of me... I wrote to Lisa and started all of this and then she invited us over for the summer and if I hadn't written to her, then we would never be in this terrible place." Zofia explained with a pout.
"Still not your fault," Lionel insisted. "If you hadn't, then we wouldn't have been able to give the Simpsons a fighting chance."
"Don't blame yourself, dear. These things just happen," Cherry told Zofia. "Besides, things always turn out right in the end, even when things look their darkest and bleakest, as cheesy as that probably sounds."
"You really think so?" Zofia asked softly.
"Of course I know so," Cherry corrected and reassured. "Besides, how do you think your father and I made it this far in life? We've had plenty of adventures like this and we turned out okay, otherwise, you kids wouldn't be here right now or Felicity in Auradon for school."
The truck came to a halt at a poorly-made sign that was labeled "SOP".
"There's something curious about this SOP sign..." commented one of the drivers.
While they were distracted, Homer commandeered the crane and drove it right towards the truck, winding up the wrecking ball and swinging it straight towards the truck. The wrecking ball soon came up short, just softly clinking the end of the truck.
Meanwhile, inside the truck, the families began to look concerned.
Bart gasped as that somehow startled him. "Did you hear something?" he then asked suddenly.
"Probably just a moth." Lisa guessed.
"I hope it's okay." Marge said out of concern.
"Hopefully it's not between a rock and a hard place." Cherry commented.
Homer's face fell as the wrecking ball came right back towards him. CRASH! The wrecking ball knocked him right out of the cockpit and into a lumberjack statue, then swung into a fork on a billboard for "The Zesty Fork" restaurant. It seemed to last forever before he got hit one last time and soon fell down with the wrecking ball.
"Look, we can't keep stopping at every SOP, YELD, or ONE VAY sign. Just move on." One EPA man said to the other out of frustration.
The other EPA man then continued to drive the truck away with their fugitives in the back, coming closer toward the dome.
Bart was soon whacking around with his shackles. "Let us out! Let us out!" he demanded.
"Stop that. You'll scratch your shackles." The EPA man scolded the spiky-haired hellion.
"I hope I do." Bart glared as he continued to rattle his chains.
"Bart, stop, that's only going to lead to disaster!" Zofia cried out.
"Pfft... What're they gonna do about it?" Bart scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Soon, a spray of purple gas began to fill the room, prompting everybody to plug their noses while Marge plugged Maggie's nose for her.
"Oh, way to go, Bart." Lisa glared at her brother.
"You stink..." Bart glared back, sounding sluggish.
"No... You stink..." Lisa retorted before the two collapsed on top of each other, kicking each other before they were soon knocked out.
Lionel took a deep breath and exhaled, forming a bubble around his head to prevent himself from passing out. "...Here we go again." he sighed, shaking his head as the Simpsons passed out.
After a little while, the EPA truck arrived at the dome and began to unload the Simpson family as they were out cold.
"Might as well go along with it," Cherry remarked. "I don't know what more we can do to help, but I know that things will work out in the end like they always do."
"I read you loud and clear," Lionel nodded. "This way we might get some information on the situation if we can."
"Right... Just play along for now..." Cherry said before she soon made her eyes roll back into her skull and she fell over suddenly, "playing dead" for now.
Lionel followed suit, dissipating the bubble and making his body fall limp to the ground.
SOME TIME LATER...
The group reawakened to find themselves back in Springfield, and as such, back within the dome's perimeters.
Marge soon gasped as she found them in the town square. "Springfield!"
"I can't believe it, but it got even crappier than South Park." Bart commented.
They soon all looked around to see that the town was a lot worse than when they left it... Except for Springfield Elementary, much to the dismay of Bart.
"Aw, man..." Bart groaned at that.
A shadowy figure soon muttered and darted around the area, startling the two families a little as two ghastly hands crawled out from the rubble and showed a certain bartender wearing a construction cone for a hat. "Oh. Hiya, Midge."
"Moe, what happened?" Marge asked the bartender.
"With the town sealed off from the rest of the world, things got a little nutty here." Moe explained gravely.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Cherry asked as she looked up and down while putting her arms around LJ, Zofia, and David protectively.
"Well, I don't like to brag, but I am now the emperor of Springfield." Moe soon said.
"No, you're not!" Barney's voice called out, tossing a Molotov.
"Yes, I am!" Moe defended and called back before he threw it back, causing an explosion.
"Okay... Hail, emperor!" Barney's voice then called out wearily.
Just then, the screen on the dome turned on.
"Attention, Springfield," announced Cargill. "Your government realized that putting you inside this dome was a terrible mistake. Therefore, we're commencing with Operation Soaring Eagle..."
The people let out a rousing cheer.
"...Which involves killing you all." finished Cargill.
"Wow... Comforting..." Cherry snarked quietly to herself.
A claw soon extended from a chopper up ahead and opened up a hole in the dome before something was brought out from inside the chopper.
"As I speak. we're lowering a small but powerful bomb into your midst." Cargill informed the citizens.
Soon, the bomb was shown and it turned on, showing a timer counting down from 15 minutes and counting. This caused the townspeople to flee and panic as Milhouse went to hide under an overturned trashcan.
"Despite everything, I miss your father." Marge somberly told her children.
"Me too," Bart added as Lisa and Maggie looked sad at that. "His big, fat ass could shield us all."
The green-dressed girl from earlier in the story was running too before she fell and landed right next to Milhouse, crying out suddenly.
"Whoa!" Milhouse exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"Oof... I-I think so..." The girl sniffled and hugged her knee, though she had a scrape.
"Whoa... That looks pretty bad," Milhouse said as he came out of hiding and took a look. "Maybe I can help fix-" he then looked over with wide eyes. "...Samantha Stankey?!"
"Milhouse van Houten... What a surprise..." Samantha greeted the blue-haired boy. "I feel like I haven't seen you in at least 30 years."
"Heh... Yeah," Milhouse responded. "It has been a while. Didn't your dad send you to that school cuz he found out we kissed?"
"He did, but then we took a field trip and I suddenly ended up here..." Samantha tried to explain. "It was very strange, I signed a form for my new school and I ended up here. Almost like magic."
LJ and Zofia hid a glance as they had a sneaking suspicion, but kept it to themselves.
"What the hell is this?" Bart complained. "Milhouse gets an old girlfriend back while I have to say goodbye to people like Jessica Lovejoy, Gina Vendetti, Clara Stetson, and Greta Wolfcastle forever?"
"Shh! This looks important." Zofia shushed and scolded.
"Besides, Jessica was using you," Lisa stated. "Not to mention Gina was a criminal, Clara was a brief infatuation, and you didn't even care about Greta until you broke up with her and she started seeing Milhouse."
Bart rolled his eyes and groaned a bit.
"It's really good to see you though," Milhouse told Samantha. "I never really thought about anyone else."
"Neither have I, Milhouse," Samantha said before hugging him. "Even if the world ends with both of us together, it's worth it."
The two of them hugged one another as they watched and waited as the bomb timer ticked closer towards impending doomsday.
Meanwhile, outside the dome, Homer donned a uniform and name badge before approaching the marching soldier. "Ten-hut!" he soon called out.
The soldier stopped and set his gun down, paying attention to Homer suddenly.
"At ease," Homer then continued, trying to sound important. "I'm General Marriott Suites and I have an urgent note from the president," he then took out the note which was a leaf of all things. "It says to release this town immediately."
"Why is it written on a leaf?" The soldier asked dubiously.
Homer gave a blank stare and punched him out before chuckling and removing the uniform. He then took out a second leaf that had a checklist on it, much like his chore list from back home about knocking out the guard. He soon tried to scale the dome, but his hands squeaked and he began to slide down its smooth surface. Soon, finding a supplies hut, he dashed in and saw a jet pack and some super glue, going for the glue and bypassing the jet pack. "Perfect," he then smiled before he went back outside and squired the glue on his hands. "Now Homer Simpson's gonna show he has cojones!" he then proclaimed and unintentionally grabbed his crotch and got his hand stuck before he tore it free and soon began to climb up the glass.
On the inside of the dome, the family was moping in the ruins of a barbershop.
"Mom, I've gotta go find Colin." Lisa begged.
"Not now, sweetie," Marge replied. "Doomsday is family time."
"Hey..." Lenny whispered. "If one of us distracts Cargill, the rest of us can climb up that thing!"
"Who'd be dumb enough to stay behind while we escape with our lives?" asked Carl.
Cletus pulled his pants up with confidence. "My time to shine." he declared.
The residents soon got ready with their plan while Cargill kept an eye on them, though was luckily quickly distracted by a certain slack-jawed yokel in Springfield.
"Hey, Mr. Big TV Man! Lookie here!" Cletus called out as the residents began to pull up a fallen-over antenna tower to climb up along with some of the cable.
"What do you want?" Cargill demanded as he glanced over at the town hick.
"Look what I can do with my thumb," Cletus gave an impish smile as he pretended to make his thumb slide off of his hand while the residents began to climb the rope. "You wanna know how I do it?"
"Four generations of inbreeding?" Cargill guessed in a deadpan tone.
"Aww..." Cletus groaned as his "secret" was revealed.
While the townspeople were climbing up the cable, Homer was inching closer to the center of the dome, though as he got up to his feet, the blades from the chopper up above began to slowly push him back down, but he soon grabbed a hold of the cable to slide down to come inside the dome.
"I can smell fresh air!" exclaimed Carl.
"I can hear birds!" exclaimed Lindsay Naegle.
"I taste freedom!" Sideshow Mel declared.
"I can see unexpected and tribute cameo!" Troy McClure added as he was suddenly shown. "Hi, I'm Troy McClure! You might remember me from when The Simpsons was still funny and relevant in a non-cringey way-"
"Excuse me! Watch out! Comin' through!" Homer called out as he slid down the cable headfirst suddenly, knocking down the townspeople on the cable and falling down as the cable snapped.
Barney held out his hands and caught the bomb, counting down from eight minutes now and missed Homer who then plummeted down to the ground.
"I was tricked by an idiot." Cargill glared once he saw that.
"Hey, I know how you feel," Cletus remarked. "I was beat in tic-tac-toe by a chicken."
"Goodbye." Cargill rolled his eyes and soon ended his broadcast, leaving the townspeople to their doom.
Homer groaned before he looked up and saw his son. "Homer do good?" he then asked hopefully.
"Actually, you doomed us all. Again," Bart glared. "Nice knowing you, Homer." he then added before storming off.
"Oh... I can't do anything right!" Homer groaned, before he angrily kicked the bomb.
At once, the timer jumped from 8:23 to 4:11.
"Get OUTTA HERE!" Krusty screamed angrily, and the people of Springfield began to angrily throw things at Homer.
Homer soon ran off as the people chased him away yet again.
Bart soon walked past the ruins of the comic book store where Comic Book Guy was and was now reflecting on his life.
"I've spent my entire life doing nothing but collecting comic books. And now there's only time to say..." Comic Book Guy said out of depression before he suddenly cheered and hugged the remains of comic books he still had. "Life well spent!"
Bart soon walked up to the church, knowing only one family he could turn to in this time of crisis as the sign outside read: "We Told You So".
Not surprisingly, inside the church were Ned and his family. "Okay, boys. When you meet Jesus, be sure to call him Mr. Christ." he then told his sons.
"Will Buddha be there too?" Todd asked with a smile.
"No!" Ned glared in response.
LJ followed Bart into the church.
"...Hey, Flanders." said Bart.
"Bart," said Ned. "How good to see you."
"Guess I shouldn't be surprised you're in here," LJ remarked. "Zofia says in her letters that you're a very loyal church visitor."
"Oh, no doubt about that, kiddo," Ned chuckled in response before frowning due to recent circumstances. "How terrible it is to see you both in here though."
"Thanks... Listen. I was just wondering if before I died I could pretend I had a father who cared for me." Bart soon said softly as he approached his friendly and very religious neighbor.
Ned looked soft as he came out and opened out his arms to Bart warmly. "Come here, son. There's always room for one more in the Flanders clan and your friend can join too if he would like." he then told the boy.
Bart smiled, going right into Ned's welcoming arms and the two shared a hug. However, Rod and Todd began to signal "No" to their father as they didn't like this idea.
MEANWHILE...
"Come on, bomb-disarming robot," said Chief Wiggum to the robot in front of the bomb. "You're our last hope."
The robot looked frantically around at the wires. "Red wire... Blue wire... Black is usually the ground. So much pressure. Pressure!" he exclaimed, before he took Chief Wiggum's gun and shot himself.
Chief Wiggum looked mortified. "He'd been talking about it, but I didn't take him seriously...!" he exclaimed.
Homer was now walking down the remains of downtown Springfield, passing by the bowling alley before he thought he saw a head of tall blue hair in the distance. "Marge? Marge! Marge!" he then smiled hopefully and ran right that way only to run right into a tree and was knocked down on the sidewalk.
Cherry soon began to look around as she seemed to misplace David somehow before seeing the balding man. "Hey!" she soon called out to him.
Homer groaned before he stood up and saw her. "Oh, it's you," he then said a bit lowly. "Are you gonna rub my failure in my face? I have my wife's sisters for that."
"Right... I've heard of those two. Patty and Selma." Cherry noted.
"Or as I like to call 'em The Gruesome Twosome," Homer nodded. "Listen, if you're gonna brag about how your family is better than mine, I tried my best, but what am I supposed to do?" he then sulked a bit.
"Not to try to hold your hand somewhere, but you have to get the bomb up and out there." Cherry pointed out to him.
Homer then looked to where she pointed. "But how am I supposed to get up there?" he then wondered.
The sunlight then beamed down on a motorcycle down below as though to answer that question.
"Oh... But hey? Why don't you do this?" Homer then asked Cherry.
"This isn't my fight," Cherry shrugged. "I shouldn't steal your moment away from you and your town. Besides, your family needs you even though your son pretty much disowned you."
"Ah, I did the same with my own father," Homer admitted before he gave her some money to put in her pocket. "Here. Buy yourself something nice." he then smiled before taking off.
"Well, at least Homer Simpson's company is better than Peter Griffin's." Cherry remarked to herself.
"Nice job, honey." Lionel told his wife as he became visible.
"Thanks..." Cherry said before she looked around. "...Have you seen David? I feel like he was right under my nose and then suddenly disappeared again." she then pondered as Homer went on the motorcycle with the bomb.
"Probably with Maggie," Lionel responded. "...Wherever that is."
"I guess they'll be fine," Cherry shrugged. "If Stu and Didi Pickles can handle it, we'll be fine."
"We should probably visit them again sometime," Lionel suggested. "I'm game if you are."
"Who? The Pickles family?" Cherry asked to check.
"Yup." Lionel nodded.
"Well, all right... I suppose it would be nice, especially after that visit to Paris," Cherry replied. "We'd just have to figure out what to do with them. After all, the kids all get along so well and I always admired their parents' closeness with each other too."
"Maybe next month?" suggested Lionel.
"Well... I suppose there's nothing wrong with that," Cherry said. "It'll still be summer, so maybe we can do something adventurous... Like visiting a summer resort, going on a cruise, or even having a trip to a summer beach house or something."
"Hey, I wouldn't mind!" Lionel responded as Homer took off towards the church. "Any of those sounds good to me."
"Very well," Cherry nodded. "After this is over, I'll make a few calls."
Cherry and Lionel then nodded at each other as they sounded like they had a plan for after visiting Springfield for the summer. The dome's screen showed a broadcast of the doomsday clock as there was nearly less than a minute left.
Meanwhile, at the church, Bart and LJ were praying with the Flanders family until they soon spotted an interruption.
Homer then rode up next to his son, wearing a cowboy hat as he sat on the motorcycle. "Bart? Son? You think you could find it in your heart to give your foolish old man one more chance?" he then asked hopefully.
"Oh, I don't know..." Bart mumbled in response.
"Seems to me, son, your father's saying he wants to spend his last minutes with you." replied Ned.
Bart looked a little nervous... but hesitated. "No! I can't do it!" he refused. "I want a father who's the same in the morning as he is at night! What's that word?"
"Consistency." LJ pointed out.
"Thanks, nerd." Bart muttered.
"You're welcome, jerk." LJ shrugged.
"Sorry, Homer." Bart then said, turning away from his father.
Homer frowned until he thought of a way to convince Bart to join him. "I'll let you hold the bomb." he then offered with a smile.
Bart soon smiled back. "The man knows me," he then said before looking back at LJ. "Hey, man. You want in on this?" he then asked.
"Why not?" asked LJ. "Someone's gotta help keep your heads on straight! So let's rock... and ride!"
"Oh, yeah!" Bart cheered.
Homer smiled and soon rode off with them, leaving the Flanders family behind.
"I wish Homer was my father." Todd commented softly.
"And I wish you didn't have The Devil's curly hair." Ned added as he ruffled up his son's hair, causing him to cry up a little.
Homer soon tore across the road and even drove against the dome horizontally as Dolph, Kearney, and Jimbo watched from afar.
"I wish I could go that way, but those bullies are there." Martin said nervously.
"Why do you take their crap?" Zofia asked.
"Because they're bigger than me," Martin pouted and shivered. "Even bigger than Nelson."
"...Well, the world is gonna end soon," Zofia soon tried to encourage him. "What better time than to finally get the payback you deserve?"
"...You're right." Martin said as he clenched his fists and made his way over, a confident swagger in his step.
Zofia smiled and nodded as she stepped out of his way.
"I've been taking your crap all my life!" Martin snapped at the bullies as he picked up a 2x4 and knocked them all out, looking surprised and relieved with himself. "Phew... This feels good. No wonder you do it."
Dolph, Kearney, and Jimbo soon looked like they were about to regain consciousness and soon Martin continued to hit them.
Zofia gave two thumbs up as Homer continued to circle around the dome on the motorcycle.
"Okay, you've only got one shot to throw that bomb through the hole." Homer told Bart as they continued to ride together along with LJ.
"Dad, in case I miss I'm sorry I said I wished you weren't my father." Bart said softly as they began to share a touching moment.
"I don't blame you, son. I wasn't much of a father. Maybe it starts with the way my dad raised me," Homer reassured until he had another epiphany. "...Yes. It's clear to me. It's just been one long, unbroken cycle of-"
"SOMEBODY THROW THE GODDAMN BOMB!" Cherry and Marge shouted together through megaphones from down below.
"Alright, alright!" LJ shouted before he noticed the bomb beginning to slip from his grasp, so he had to grab it by the handle. "Guys! I'm slipping!"
Bart soon grabbed onto LJ's shirt collar with one hand before he also slipped and then he took Homer's shirt collar with his other hand. Homer grunted and cried out until Bart lost his grip and he soon grabbed the two hairs on Homer's scalp. As the hairs snapped off, he next grabbed the rest of his father's hair that was in the zigzag pattern and soon he was about to fall with LJ. Then Homer caught his son by the wrist while the citizens looked on in suspense.
Meanwhile, Otto sat in one of the school buses and was smoking a bong until he jumped suddenly. "What? What's going on?" he soon asked before looking around.
"Alright, LJ, we got one shot at this, so make it count!" Bart soon told the other boy.
"You betcha!" LJ nodded as he pitched his arm back... and hurled the bomb skyward. "KEE-YAH!"
The bomb rocketed into the air as the townspeople cheered. However, in its final seconds, the bomb came back down and bounced around the rim like a basketball. The townspeople anxiously panicked and grunted, hoping the bomb wouldn't end up back inside.
Soon, the bomb fell flat on its side just outside the open, relieving the townspeople instantly, and exploded, causing a shockwave as Homer rode off back inside the dome, unaware of the crack right behind them. "We did it, boys!" he then cheered.
"Uh, Dad?" Bart warned as a giant crack followed them through the glass.
"Time to speed it up!" LJ exclaimed as the crack kept on following them.
Homer panicked as he tried to accelerate to avoid the crack. The dome soon began to break apart and as massive shards fell, Homer rode across them in the air before they splintered and the motorcycle then plummeted to the mangled Springfield sign, passing by the nuclear power plant, and sped down toward Springfield Gorge. They jumped the giant canyon, screaming together, and soon, it looked like they were about to fall short. LJ then saw Bart's slingshot before snagging a giant rock while holding Bart's hand and Bart's one hand had LJ's hand while his other hand had Homer's underwear, making them slingshot fling them up and bring them up on top of the gorge and allowing them to relax.
"Whoo-hoo!" The three soon cheered together.
The dome then shattered into tiny particles of glass, falling like snow onto the joyful townspeople.
"It's amazing nobody was hurt!" beamed Chief Wiggum, before everyone heard a sickening G-CHOK!
They turned their heads to see Dr. Nick, lying on the ground with a massive chunk of glass piercing his midsection.
"Bye, everybody..." Dr. Nick waved before he died a few seconds later.
"Well... Almost nobody." Cherry commented as she continued to look around for David.
Zofia then looked over as Milhouse walked by, holding hands with Samantha as the two smiled at each other which then made her smile until she looked around. "Hmm... Where's LJ now?" she then wondered.
Meanwhile, Homer, Bart, and LJ looked from afar since they had saved Springfield.
"Now, that was a great father/son activity, albeit with a friend." Bart remarked.
"Hello, Homer." Cargill greeted from behind as he suddenly rustled up a shotgun behind Bart, LJ, and Homer.
"So we meet again... Hank Scorpio." Homer glared, clearly mistaking Russ Cargill for someone else who had a similar voice.
"What? No, I don't even look like him!" Russ Cargill sputtered, annoyed before he readied his shotgun. "There's two things they don't teach you at Harvard Business School. How to cope with defeat, and how to handle a shotgun. I'm going to do both right now."
"Wait!" exclaimed Bart. "If you kill my dad, you'll never know where the treasure is buried!"
Cargill raised an eyebrow. "What treasure?" he asked.
"The treasure of Ima Wiener," Bart replied.
"I'm a wiener?" asked Cargill.
"YOU SURE ARE!" LJ exclaimed as he, Bart and Homer laughed.
"Classic." Homer smiled softly.
"Well, always leave 'em laughing," Cargill chuckled as he lifted up the shotgun. "Goodbye, sir."
This soon looked like the end of the future for the Simpsons... Until suddenly, a giant rock fell down from the top, knocking Cargill unconscious as it landed on his head and on the ledge, David and Maggie were shown to be together.
"Maggie! What a great little accident you turned out to be." Homer smiled proudly at his youngest child.
Maggie saluted him before she and David high-fived each other.
"Yee-hah!" exclaimed LJ. "...Also, is that an ambulance? How long has that been there?"
"Hm." Bart and Homer shrugged in response to the sight of the ambulance.
Meanwhile, downtown, Lisa was going around the streets. "Colin? Colin!" she soon called out.
"Did someone call for me?" Colin smiled as he stepped up.
"Colin! Whoo!" Lisa cheered before smiling back shyly. "Hi."
"Hey, you wanna go-" Colin began to offer.
"Clean up the lake?" Lisa finished for him as she swayed about against an overturned park bench.
"Well, I was gonna say get some ice cream, but okay." Colin shrugged.
"I-I like ice cream." Lisa flashed him a nervous grin.
Colin then smiled and took her hand before they began to walk off into the sunset together until she quickly let go.
"Kinda sweaty. Sorry." Lisa said nervously, rubbing her hand against her dress before they continued.
"I think Lisa's gonna be okay from now on," Zofia commented to herself. "And so is Milhouse."
The bespectacled, blue-haired boy was seen strolling off, hand in hand with Samantha Stankey. "For the first time in a long time..." he smiled. "...Everything's coming up Milhouse!"
"Yep... I think he's gonna be just fine," Zofia chuckled to herself. "A happy ending for everybody."
A bird was shown to be in its nest before its head showed Thor's head as he chuckled and winked to himself before shushing the audience and then changed back into a regular bird before flying away.
