A week had passed since Barney's funeral. Homer and the guys had just left the plant after another day of work. Homer was digging into a bag of peanuts as they walked through town.
"Hey, you guys want to go see if Moe's opened back up?" Homer asked.
"Nah. I was planning on having my beer at home tonight," Lenny replied.
"Yeah. I've got plenty of Duff in my fridge," Carl added.
"Oh, come on guys, it's not fun to drink alone. Who's going to watch me throw peanuts up the ceiling as the fan chucks them in Moe's face?" Homer whined.
"Just throw them at Flanders."
"Yeah. You like doing that even if you're sober."
"What are you guys talking about? You know I'm a good neighbor to Flanders."
As they were talking, Ned Flanders was walking along and just happened to overhear their conversation.
"I do think you're a good neighbor, Homer. But your peanut throwing really drives me nuts. You almost hit me in the nuts this morning." Flanders said as he walked away from them.
"Gee. What kind of nut job does he take me for?" Homer asked out loud as he tried to throw a peanut at Flanders from afar.
As Homer drove past Moe's, he could see that the sign still said "closed.'
"D'oh! Oh, why won't you open back up Moe?" Homer wailed to himself.
"This is my favorite bar. Lenny and Carl would fit right in at the gay bar across the street, but this is the only bar for me. Why do you have to close just because Barney died?"
Homer decided to give Moe a call.
"Hello?"
"Moe, you gotta come down here and give me some beer. There's nobody to hang out with and I-"
Moe quickly hung up.
"Aw, geez. Next he's going to be coming to my house within a couple of days," Moe muttered as he sat on his couch at home. He then dialed a number on his phone and took out a voice changer.
"Hi, I'd like to hire a couple of bodyguards. There might be a bald fat guy who plans on stalking me this week, and I might need them quick," Moe spoke as the audio from the voice changer gave out the sound of a feminine voice.
"Female discount? Hell yea- I mean, thank you very very much."
Moe ended the call, relieved that he managed to fool them.
Homer kept trying to call back, but Moe just kept not answering the phone until Homer finally gave up.
"Stupid Barney. Nobody wants to have fun because he's dead. Now I have to listen to Marge talk about how I drink too much when I haven't been to Moe's all week," Homer grumbled to himself forgetting that he checked to see if Moe's was open.
Seeing there was nothing else he could do, Homer pulled into the road and headed for home. If only Barney hadn't died, Moe wouldn't be having a fit and the guys would want to hang out and drink.
