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The house was very aware of when Lisa and Homer got him, because they could hear Lisa excited voice getting loud as the two approached the door in the dead of knight, Lisa walked in fresh while Homer looked weak and ready to devour anything in sight.
Marge appeared on the top of the steps with her hair up and in a purple bathrobe and bags were under her eyes, it was apparent to them that she just woke up from the noise.
"Marge, you look terrible. Go back to sleep. I'll take care of Lisa and me" Homer said, surprising her and Lisa.
He looked ready to pack in the towel himself.
But Marge just turned around because her mind was screaming for her to sleep.
Homer want to the kitchen and found that Marge had, packed leftover's in the form of several blue containers on the wooden table.
Lisa placed her saxophone leaning against the wall.
"Let's heat some of this up and then go straight to bed" He said, taking a box and two of the paper plates, that was right next to it and put food on both of them, Lisa was stunned to see he do good portion sizes.
He popped Lisa food in the microwave first surprising the little girl and took a seat for a bit of a rest, the vegetables he had earlier was doing its job in making him have the energy to stay awake.
The microwave finished and Lisa sat on the seat opposite him as the heated food in front of her and then went to do his own.
And Homer decided he hated the terrible looking microwave in that moment, when he saw that there was barely any steam raising from Lisa plate despite putting the food in for 3 minutes.
He heated his own food for three minutes before going to the cutlery, he found it right next to the sink that was below the window that showed a view of the Flanders yard.
He took two forks and gave one to Lisa and the other to himself.
Lisa was staring at him, as he ate.
"Thanks"
He suddenly heard much to his surprise.
He looked up and saw it came from Lisa.
"I know that you don't like Jazz but you stood outside in the cold, just to hear me and my band play" Lisa said.
"Lisa, there are many thing's in this world that I don't like. And a Saxaphone is still one of them" He said, making her frown. "But I hate letting my little girl down, even more" making her feel surprised. "If you need somebody to hear your music, my door is open on the weekend"
He was being nice to her in his own special Homer way.
"Thanks, dad" Lisa said, smiling and feeling so much closer to him than she had ever done before.
They finished their food and Homer dumped the paper plates in the bin, that was next to the fridge and looked to be almost full.
Then they both proceeded to get ready for bed.
Homer was too tired to go to the bathroom so once he walked into the room, he stripped down to his underwear and joined Marge in the bed.
He sunk into the bed, feeling like he had done something right for one his children and was more than happy to take that feeling to dream land.
Morning came all to quickly for the Simpsons and the house was soon filled with the Simpsons waking up to get ready for the day, Homer rushed to the kitchen with his shirt much less tight on him than it was before.
Than he remembered, something.
"Lisa!" He said.
"Yes, dad?" Said, Lisa as she sat on her broken wooden chair next to Bart who was pouring sugary cereal into his plate.
They were all confused when he ran out of the room and came back with books.
He slid the stack towards Lisa and Lisa was stunned to see that it was the books that she had ordered.
"You picked my books up?" Lisa said, looking at her dad in shock.
"You picked Lisa books up and I didn't nag you?" Marge said, turning her husband while she flipped pancakes.
"I actually went to the Library for a different reason yesterday but I felt why not?" Homer said, taking a seat.
Lisa smiled and said. "Thank you, dad." going to hug him, it saved her time from walking there and getting it herself.
Lisa was liking this version of Homer a lot better than the usual one.
"No, problem, Sweetie." Homer said, before saying to Marge. "And Marge, can you put vegetables and fruits in my lunch box?"
Now Marge was downright staring.
Here, she was trying to get him to eat healthier and he was requesting for her to put the food he called poison in his lunchbox?
Who was the man who was living in her husband's skin?
"And Bart" Homer said, getting his son attention.
"Yes, dad?" Bart said.
"Would you like to play baseball with me in the garden, when I get home from work?" Homer said, much to the boy's shock and everybody else around the table, before saying. "You, know. If your still into that kind of stuff"
"Yes" Bart said, immediately. "I would love to play baseball with you dad"
"Great" Homer said, then Homer scrapped some of his plate back into the mass of breakfast placed in the middle of the table beforw eating the remaining.
What was put on his plate was far too much.
They were all stunned, to see him eat much less then what he usually demanded before getting up and giving Marge a kiss before grabbing his lunchbox from her hand, checking it and then walking out of the house.
The whole house watched stunned as he strut out of the house but calling the hospital was the last thing on anybody's mind's.
Homer was actually much better like this.
Homer got into the car and then whistled the Simpson's theme tune as he drove to work and noticed half way that he wasn't wearing a belt and put it on before he reached the parking lot.
Homer walked to the Power plant with a song in his steps and unusually happy for somebody who had been working there for over a decade.
The workers were stunned to see him do the slide before skipping his way to the workstation, the camera's in the factories caught the whole thing on tape.
A worker was coming to work happy?
Waylon Smithers was immediately notified of this as he stood near the large brown desk near his Boss's room, wearing a spotted yellow tie for once, since he wanted to mix his wardrobe up a bit.
"Sir!" Smithers said.
"What is it, Smithers?" Charles Montgorney Burns said, in his signature hunched over stance, sitting down and in a green suit.
"It's a worker, sir" Smithers began. "And he's coming into work happy, sjr. The worker has been here for more than 10 years!"
It took a lot to shock Mr Burns, and a worker who know how terrible he was, was actually walking through his doors happy?
What was this worker smoking!?
"Pull up the camera feed. I must see this worker" Mr Burns said, and Smithers used the iPad in his hand to suddenly control a newly instantly wall that was fitted in with tv screens and make it come down in front of both of them and they all showed homer in his workstation.
Homer looked to be reading a book before he put it down and rubbed his hands together before looking at the complexity in front of him and taking a leap of knowledge, before pulling a Switched down.
Smithers was alerted to a change in Mr Burns stocks instantly.
He was shocked when he looked on the Ipad.
"S-Sir." Smithers said.
"Yes, what is it?" Mr Burns said, still watching Homer.
"Your total stock worth just increased by two percent!" Smithers said, much to his surprise.
Then Homer pressed two buttons and Smithers was alerted again to a change in Mr Burns stock.
"Sir, it's now up by 4%!" Smithers said, surprising his boss even further.
Homer, turned up a switch and pressed a button.
"Your stock is up 2 more percent!" Smithers said, before he realised something. "My god. It's him. He's the one raising your stock value."
Every movement Homer made, raised Mr Burns stock value.
It was because he was actually saving Mr Burns money doing his job.
This was the power of somebody who actually know what they were doing.
"Mr Burns, your stock value has now grown by a whooping 8 percent" Smithers said, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it.
Finally Mr Burns said. "Smithers's. Who is that Worker? How can he increase my stock value with a simple flick of his wrist?"
What sorcery is this?
"His name is Homer Simpson, sir. You've met him many times before, actually" Smithers said, his boss always forgot Homer name even though they ran into the man a lot of the time. "And I believe I know the reason why he can raise your stock value. He knows how to do his job"
"He knows how to do his job?" Mr Burns said, as if it was a foreign concept that one of his workers actually know how to do a complex job, before he said. "Get Homer Simpson in here now"
"Yes, sir" Smithers said, before pressing an option on his Ipad and speaking into it.
Suddenly Homer heard from his inside his workstation.
"Homer, Simpson. Please come into Mr Burns office" the voice was none other than Smithers.
Homer stopped touching his workstation and pulled away from it as if it had just gotten him fired.
Wait.
Was he fired?
He thought he know what he was doing but did he just do something extremely bad?
Homer had no choice but to get up and make his way to Mr Burns office, everybody he past looked at him as if he was about to get the axe, funny enough the elevator to Mr Burns office was the only thing that did not smell like toxic waste and there was nothing oozing out of it.
The elevator stopped after a minute of going up and Homer found something make impact with his ass and he was sent flying right into Mr Burns office.
When he came to, he almost leapt back from fright seeing a close up of Mr Burns face, it was old and his eyes reeked of pure evil.
The nice lush red carpet did nothing to keep his mind away from the unnatural looking man right in front of him and beside him was Smithers's.
"Homer Simpson...correct?" Mr Burns said.
"Yes, sir" Homer said, instead of cowering he got up and stood his ground and he said. "Am I fired?"
He was surprised to hear a laugh come out of Mr Burns mouth.
"You? Fired? Of course, not" Mr Burns said, before Smithers's stepped in and showed him his Ipad.
"Mr Burn's, stock value went up by 8 percent because of you" Smithers said.
"Huh?" Homer said, hoping somebody would translate it for him.
"It means, Mr Simpson, that you and your magic hands have made me a much more wealthier than I already am" Mr Burn said.
"Magic hands?" Homer said, looking down at them. "All I did was just read a book on how to do my job"
"Yes, reading." Mr Burns said, obviously in a good mood before saying. "You and your hand's have saved me a ton of money and I went you to keep at it to make me more."
"Mr Burns is willing to offer you, this much per year" Smithers said, making him look at the Ipad again and Smithers zoomed in for him so that Homer could see the small words knowing that Homer wore glasses to see the small one's.
Homer looked and almost had a heart attack when he saw the figure on the tablet.
12 million and 5 hundred thousand dollars, per year.
Homer could not believe his eyes.
"A-Are you sure?" Homer said, "I only read one book"
"Mr Simpson, this is nothing compared to what you can make me, just for knowing how to do your job" Mr Burn said, "You are what my people call a 'specialized Worker' and Springfield doesn't have many of those. The workers here are lowbrow and are just shown a few things and that's it. But your working in a hugely important part of my Nuclear Power Plant. What happens in there determines, if the Power plant can run smoothly. Your knowledge just made it run the best it has ever done in years and that means you've generating a lot of money for me. I cannot afford to let a gold goose like you go"
Mr Burns may be evil but he was a seasoned business man, if he found somebody who can make him a crazy amount of money, then he would do anything to secure that kind of investment.
And Homer realized why this was happening.
This was Springfield, the town were barely anybody had the qualifications to actually do their job right.
If he was surrounded by competent looking people, there was no way he would be singled out and be offered such money.
Specialized people always had bigger than normal salaries for doing their job especially in this kind of important field.
But could he really do this?
Could he sign and effectively shake the devil's hand?
Than he remembered his family.
The house that he could do only to do so much to fix because he didn't have the money for full repair it.
The money would help his family so much and get them out of the poverty line.
But then he heard from Smithers. "When you sign, Mr Burns will also deposit a couple of thousand into your account, immediately."
He would do it!
"Okay, Mr Burns" he said, making both men smile, or what Homer thought was a smile from Mr Burns. "Where do I sign?"
Smithers scrolled down, telling him where to sign with his hands.
When Homer signed on the dotted line, he changed his family's future forever.
And scene!
Next chapter, Homer comes home with a song and dance in his steps and his family is stunned to hear what happened at work and they soon join in. Review/ fav and follow!