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"Your father is late for Dinner, today," Marge Simpson said, sitting at the table and eating her mash potato's, Bart was on her right while Lisa was on her left, Maggie was in her old and crooked looking high chair on Lisa right and they were all eating dinner.
Snowball two and Santa little helper were underneath the table, no doubt fighting over food that managed to drop from the table.
Bart noticeably had a light brown baseball glove on the right side of his paper plate, and his eyes kept on looking towards the door every once in a while.
Marge could already see the hope in his eyes, hope that he would spend some time one on one with Homer.
Homer had been there for Lisa to listen to her boring band, so it had risen Bart's hopes up higher than usual.
Now it was 8 o'clock, and there was still no sign of Homer, Marge just hoped that Homer didn't revert back to his old ways and was currently at Moe's bar, drunk out of his mind with his acholic friends.
The disappointment would hurt more than it usually would to Bart.
Suddenly they all heard the sound of the door opening and soon heard.
"I'M HOME!" It was the voice of none other than Homer.
Bart's eyes that were about to dip in disappointment suddenly came to life.
And then the man of the house entered the room with joyfulness in his steps, that was shocking for the while family to witness.
Usually, when Homer went to work with joy, it wouldn't last long, and he would come home and go straight for the Beer in the fridge before dumping himself on the coach and not moving for days.
"MARGE!" Homer said, ripping off his coat and suddenly flinging himself at Marge who was shocked by the surprise kiss.
"KIDS!" Homer said, running to them and giving all three of the stunned children a hug and kiss on the check, even Bart.
Yes, even Bart.
"Homer, calm down. What on earth happened?" Marge said, why was Homer in such a happy mood when he got back from work?
Homer smiled and announced to the whole family. "TODAY. I GOT PROMOTED!"
The whole family was stunned.
"What?" Lisa said.
"Mr Burns called me into his office today, and It wasn't to fire me," Homer said, much to everybody's relief. "Instead Mr Burns promoted me! I'm making 12 million dollars a year, baby!"
Now everybody looked at him as if he had grown another head.
Huh?
They would believe it if it was a couple of grand higher than his salary but several million?
Had he hit his head again?
Homer saw that they weren't excited like he was and said. "Why aren't you all excited?"
"Not that we don't believe you, Homer." Marge said, "But why would Mr Burns offer you 12 million a year?"
And Homer was ready for it and said to them all. "It's because I'm now a specialised Toxic Waste Health inspector."
"Specialized?" Bart said, before asking "What's the difference?"
"Specialized is when you spend an incredible amount of time training for the sole purpose of knowing how to do a single job," Lisa said, educated Bart before looking at her dad to explain how he became specialised.
"We'll, that's exactly what I did," Homer said, "On the day, I got Lisa books, I took out books on how to do my job, and I've been reading them on and off ever since. Today, I tried my hand at actually doing my job, and I made the power plant run so well that it made Mr Burns a boat load of money. He called me his 'golden goose' and wanted to make sure that I didn't leave, so he offered me a new contract, and I'm now making 12 million big one's, a year!"
They were shocked and stunned, but Homer wasn't done yet.
"Mr Burns also said that if I sign, he will deposit a couple of thousand into my bank account," Homer said, "And he did. He deposited 25 thousand into our family bank account, and I went shopping for chairs."
"Chairs?" Bart said.
Homer suddenly remembered the chairs.
"That's right the chairs!" Homer said, before saying. "Everybody, help me get the chairs inside. We're not eating on these worn out broken chair tonight!" before running out of the door, like a child high on sugar.
His family looked at each other before, having no choice but to follow to see if he was at least telling some kind of truth.
They couldn't believe that their family financial troubles were over just like that.
Marge and the kid's walked outside, and all of them were aware of something strapped to the back of their card.
It was Chairs!
Fancy looking black hairs with their own dark red cushions on the seats were strapped to the car.
Homer had been telling some truth!
"Ooooh," Marge said, holding Maggie.
Both Lisa and Bart rushed to the car, more than happy to help their father take the chairs inside.
Bart with a stack of two, kicked his old seat out of the way making it slid to the corner before placing a new chair where his seat was.
Then he kicked his dad old seat out of the way and put the new seat in its place, Lisa did the same thing to hers, and soon their poor looking dining room looked a lot less terrible than it did a few minutes ago.
Marge couldn't believe her eyes, was this really happening?
Had Homer really been promoted and did he really buy good chairs for the family?
"Coming through!" Homer said, sliding past Marge and Maggie, with a stack of his own but instead of making his way to the dining room, he made his way to the kitchen and kicked all the old and beating chairs out before replacing them with the brand news one's.
Maggie's high chair was replaced with one that had smiley faces on it and had a plush seat on it.
"Everybody, help me stack the old chairs," Homer said, and nobody needed to be told twice.
The whole family helped in stacking their old chairs into two rows that were half Homer height.
"Now, to eat," Homer said as he went back into the dining room.
They all took a seat and felt the support to their backside's right away.
"It's like I'm melting in my seat," Bart said.
"And this is just a taste of what I'm going to do for the family now that I have a much bigger salary," Homer said, before saying to her wife. "Marge, let's go shopping as a family tomorrow, to get new clothes and proper plates. I want the kids to go to school in good clothes."
And Marge and the kids were stunned.
"H-Homer...I" Marge said, she didn't know to say.
"You don't have to say anything; I'll provide the transportation and the money," Homer said stunning her before he turned to Bart and said. "And I owe you a game of catch, son. Why don't we make this more interesting? Do you want to help me get rid of our old chairs?"
And Bart looked ready to hug him, genuinely.
"Heck, yes!" Bart said, originally, he was hoping for a game of catch, now he was hoping that they were going to burn the chairs.
"We'll let's eat first then we'll get rid of them," Homer said, and Bart was much more eager to finish his food than he was previously.
Homer looked at Bart fondly, the change in him was shocking.
Perhaps, they should have given him a good blow to the head years ago?
The whole family finished eating their meal and put their plate in the small bin, in the kitchen.
"Come on, boy," Homer said, as he went to carry a stack and Bart went to take a pile but not before Marge nagged Bart to put his coat on, which he found on the rack.
It was black and looked worn out.
Then they took the chairs outside and Homer showed Bart how he tied the chairs to the car, Marge had always dreamed of seeing Homer try to connect with Bart and now it was happening right in front of her eyes.
Than Homer allowed Bart to sit in the seat next to him before they drove off.
"So, dad. What are we going to do with the chairs? Burn them?" Bart said he was hoping the answer was yes.
"Sadly no" Homer said, making him frown. "I'm going to teach you how to get rid of your old junk without anybody complaining about it, in fact, they will thank you for it."
"Huh?" Bart said, blinking before asking. "Is that even possible?"
"Bart, you're about to learn that even in this town, there will always be somebody worse off than you," Homer said, "Your trash can be their greatest trash. Why populate the air, even more, when you can just give it to somebody else."
And Bart said. "Huh?"
Homer wasn't making any sense.
They drove out of town and into a country like area with lots of tree's, Bart felt like there was something familiar about this place.
They soon pulled up to a cuboid looking house that had dirty brown walls, a green roof that had holes in it and windows that looked like it needed a proper cleaning.
"Wow, this place is even worse than our house," Bart said, as they got out and got the chairs from the back of the car.
Homer and Bart began to make their way to the front door; their noses noticed that it smelt like something had died recently and wasn't appropriately buried in the ground.
"Son, can you imagine how many dead animals were currently stepping on?" Homer said, lightening the mood and it did just the trick because Bart smiled.
They walked up the creaky wooden stairs and came to a door that was two parts, one part was covered in a darknet that did not smell too fresh while the second part, was the real door stationed behind it.
Homer and Bart stopped in front of it, and Homer knocked on the door, as loudly as it could, they both watched as the door shook like it was an earthquake.
"Who is it?" Said, a familiar male voice that didn't sound anywhere nearly as educated as both Homer and Bart.
And they were both considered idiots.
Both doors soon open and out came a thin man, which was rear around these parts, he wore a grey vest and pair of jeans that did not look or smell fresh, he had short brown shaggy hair and a green snake tattoo on his right arm.
It was Cletus Spuckler, the man who had more children than Apu.
"Oh, it's you, Homer," Cletus said, unlike Mr Burns he had a pretty good memory.
"Cletus," Homer said, before saying. "I and my son, Bart were wondering if your family would like our old chairs?" making the man look at the wooden chair in both of their hands with surprise.
The chairs looked pretty good to him compared to what he currently had.
"Are you serious, Homer?" Cletus said, before saying. "But these chairs look so nice."
And Bart was shocked, the chairs that he and his family were using were Springfield elementary school, chairs bad.
So this was what his dad meant by what he viewed as trash, may be viewed as a treasure to somebody else.
"Cletus, take them. We don't need them anymore" Homer said, further surprising the man. "We were going to burn them but as you can see these chairs still have life in them. We thought we should pass them onto somebody else. Somebody who can treat these chairs with the respect they deserve."
Homer wasn't mocking Clatus for viewing these chairs as luxurious; he was trying to get the man to take them while making the man feel good about himself.
He did all this, right in front of his son, Bart.
"We'll... my family has been needing some chairs for a while now," Cletus said, before saying. "Alright, I'll take them off your hands. Just put them on the porch"
And both Homer and Bart did.
"Let go back home, son and play catch like I promised," Homer said as Bart and he, made their way back to the car.
Suddenly they both heard Cletus yell to those inside the house.
"KIDS! BRANDLINE! COME SEE WHAT HOMER SIMPSON AND HIS SON BART GAVE US!" Clatus yelled, and soon his kid's and his wife began to appear. "WE GOT SOME NEW FANCY CHAIRS!"
And then both Homer and Bart got into the car, Bart looked out of his right-side window and got a good look at a large family who wore worse clothes then his family did, gawking and marvel at the chairs he did nothing but complain about.
They drove all the way home, and Marge met them at the door, a pink bathrobe and fluff slippers.
"So, what did you do with the chairs?" Marge said.
"We gave them away," Homer said, much to her surprise.
Then Homer went upstairs and found his own light brown baseball glove and white baseball in the wardrobe that he and Marge sheared, regardless of her protests.
He came downstairs and said. "Let's play ball."
"YEAH!" Bart said.
Both he had and Bart made their way to the backyard and Homer made sure to check the door, before unlocked it and walking onto the fake grass and when Bart walked out onto the fake grass, he was suddenly aware of a baseball flying towards him.
Bart caught the ball with the glove.
"Good catch, son" Homer said, making Bart smile. "Now, pass it back."
And Bart did, and Homer pushed through how his body was telling him to sit down and take a long 'breather' and caught the ball.
"Nice throw," He said, and Bart smile got wider before he said in a semi-serious tone. "Are you ready for the Homer buster?"
"Bring it on, old man" Bart said, with his leg's apart and his back hunched.
Homer throws the ball while making it look like he was putting all his strength into it when in reality he didn't want to hurt his son.
Bart caught it with some difficulty, but he still caught it.
"Now, it's my turn, dad," Bart said.
"Bring it, little boy," Homer said before he said. "But it would never be as good as anything I can throw!"
A competitive spirit burned in Barts' eyes as he threw the ball and Homer pretended that he was having difficulty in catching it.
Marge stood in the doorway with a smile on her face, as she watched all of this unfold, peeking of the door frame was Snowball 2.
Lisa who had woken up from her noise got out of hard looking bed and walked to the brown framed window to her right before opening it and poking her head out to see what the racket was about.
She was soon met with Homer playing with Bart in the backyard, and Bart's face was the happiest she had ever seen it in a long time.
Now it was Bart's turn to realise, how great their dad was now.
"Enjoy, him, big brother. Tomorrow, he's mine." She said, before shutting the window and going back to sleep.
Tomorrow, was a busy day for the Simpson's.
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Next chapter, its Saturday and the Simpson's go to the mall to get new clothes and plates. Review/fav and follow!