The next thing Homer knew, he found himself in an area that looked black and white.
"Is this heaven, or hell?" Homer asked out loud. "It must be hell, because I don't see any donuts or beer that look like Marge."
As Homer looked at his surroundings, he noticed that house he was in front of looked familiar.
"Hey, this looks like Barney's old house," he said to himself.
Before Homer could step forward, he overhead two familiar voices approaching him. He turned to see younger versions of himself and Barney walking down the sidewalk.
"Your uncle owns The Bowlarama?!"young Homer asked excitedly.
"Yeah! He lets me get free food every time I go there!" young Barney responded proudly.
The older Homer stood there in shock. He had forgotten how he had become so fascinated with Springfield's popular bowling alley in the first place, and now it was starting to come back to him.
"Woah! That's how my lifelong dream of working for The Bowlarama started? Because of Barney? I thought it was because of all the bowling I watched on TV."
Homer watched his and Barney's younger selves approaching Barney's house.
"Have you ever tried bowling, Homer?" young Barney asked.
"Not yet. I haven't even seen any bowling on TV," little Homer replied.
"Oh, right. My Dad didn't have cable," older Homer said after he realized his Dad could never afford it.
Suddenly, the whole area faded to black. In its place appeared a living room with young Homer and Barney watching television sipping on a couple of cans of Buzz.
"Wow, Barney. You were right. These Springfield Isotopes are pretty cool. I had no idea Springfield had a baseball team," young Homer exclaimed.
"I know! You should see their games against the Shelbyville Protons. Those will really give you a positive charge!" young Barney said.
Older Homer gasped again.
"That's right! We both liked the Isotopes. We watched tons of other sports at Moe's. We even watched Chinese Hockey. They really know how to use sticks," he thought to himself.
The area faded away again. This time, an older version of the interior of Lard Lad Donuts appeared before Homer. The younger Homer and Barney were sitting at one of the tables gobbling on donuts. Homer was having the time of his life. He had never eaten something so delicious since his mother disappeared.
"Thanks for buying me a donut Barn," little Homer said. "My Dad would never buy a donut for me. Even if I listened to his boring war stories."
"It's alright Homer," Barney replied. "Everyone has to have a bite of the tastiest circles in the world."
Older Homer couldn't believe his eyes.
"Oh my god!" cried Homer. "Barney bought me my first donut! How could I forget my first donut?! It's like forgetting my first car."
Homer remembered that his first car was actually his Dad's: one he had taken on the road before he got his license and got chased by police.
