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"So, we all agree to order Pizza tonight, for game night?" Chef Wiggum said, in his police uniform in his hand was a list, and he sat in front of a table with his surrounding police officers.
Suddenly the old black looking telephone in the middle of the table rang, and he said. "Didn't I tell somebody to disconnect that?"
Everybody looked around until they remembered he didn't tell anybody to disconnect it.
Chef Wiggum had some difficulty getting up before plodding his way to the phone and picking it up and saying. "Hello?"
The voice that greeted him was none other than Marge Simpson.
"Help, Police. My husband has been kidnapped by Moe and is being held against his will in Moe's basement."
Chef Wiggum instead of being the competent person he should be sighed, and said. "Mrs Simpson. Today is Game night for the Police department. I'm sure that your husband just called you drunk at Moe's. Why would Moe want to kidnap your husband?"
And he could just hear the disapproval in Marge Simpson voice next before she got an idea on how to make him and the whole police department move.
"Moe wants to kidnap my husband because he's... rich!" She said.
His eyes grow wide and said. "Your husband is rich?"
"Yes, he's stinking rich," She said, knowing she had got his attention. "He's so rich in fact...that he could get the whole police department much better uniforms and their very own jackets, they can say whatever you like on them."
"H-He can?" Chef Wiggum said before he coughed and said in a tone that was far too late now. "We will be on our way, Mrs Simpson. We'll have your husband safe by the end of the night" then he put down the phone.
"But Chef. What about the Pizza" Said, Lou.
"Good point" Chef Wiggum said, before turning to an office that had streaks of black hair coming out of his hat but not a complete one. "Eddie. You stay behind and collect the Pizza. The rest of the Police department come with me. We are about to rescue a rich person who can buy us all new uniforms and cool jackets. This is not a drill!" then the man began to move.
Everybody was stunned to hear this and seeing him move so fast was jaw dropping as he ignored his body telling him to take a rest and ran out of the room with his officers minus Eddie who stayed behind to collect Pizza.
They ran down the grey steps and into the black and white police car's waiting for them down below.
Chef Wiggum got in and his second in command Lou, took the seat next to him, the car dipped as soon as Chef Wiggum took a seat.
"Chef, do you think it's appropriate to put a nosey red police light on top of the car?" Said, Lou.
"It would be an insult if you didn't, Lou" Chef Wiggum said, and Lou bent down to the glove compartment and grabbed a red light before moving his way out of the window and putting It on top of the car.
The light active and the siren blasted out of it, and Chef Wiggum stepped on the accelerator.
The car sped off and behind it were two others identically looking cars.
You would think at the speed that they were going, they would have arrived at Moe's bar in 10 or 8 minutes.
It took them one hr and 9 minutes to get there because Chef Wiggum had to take a breather, apparently driving with such force had taken a lot out of him.
When they arrived and parked in front of the building, they saw Marge Simpson and her kid's waiting for them on the pavement.
They were all wearing their pj's, but with their new coats over them, Marge did not look happy to see them, and when they got close, she gave them an ear full.
"WHERE HAVE YOU GUYS BEING!?" She yelled, startling the police who arrived. "My family and I called a cab, and he got us here faster than you despite the 10-minute wait, we had to endure! I and my kid's waited for 45 minutes!"
"We had so much time that we exactly found Dad's car and drove it here" Lisa said, and they look to find the car beside them, of course, she was concerned for her dad, especially when she heard Moe wanted to turn her father back into a ranging acholic who would plunge their family into debt.
Especially not before her trip to see her friend who would introduce her to her broadways stars.
"We'll...Mrs Simpson. We are very sorry we took so long, we were on the extreme, far side of Springfield when you called." Chef Wiggum said, not willing to say he got winded that's why they took so long.
"Farside? But mom called the Police department directly" Bart said.
There was awkward silence following Bart statement, so Chef Wiggum pretended not to hear.
"MRS SIMPSON STAND BACK! LET THE POLICE DO OUR JOB!" He said, trying to be heroic and had already failed in everybody who was there eyes.
Marge and the kids went across the street, only to move back when scantily dressed women walked out of the strip club.
The police set themselves up, just like in the movies and prepared their guns.
"3. 2. 1." Chef Wiggum said, before yelling. "NOW!"
Lou who was fitter kicked down the door, and everybody rushed inside.
Marge and the kid's rushed after them, just in time for the police to point all their weapons at a startled Moe who was about to refill his beer.
"WOAH!" Moe said, with his hands up and trying to be light and say. "Would you guys like to have a Beer?"
Then Marge and the kid's pushed her way to the front, and Marge looked fuming.
"WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!" Marge said, looking ready to rip him limb from limb.
Moe began to sweat and said. "H-How should I know? Perhaps, he came in here for a glass of beer and is on his way home right now?"
But then somebody sold him out.
It was Barney.
"Homer is being kept in the basement. I can take you" Barney said, looking half-drunk and out of his mind.
"Barney! How could you!" Moe said.
"*burp* Sorry, Moe," Barney said, "Homer offered me a way better deal then you did. He offered me a whole crate full of fancy beer that tastes good when I'm not stoned."
"... We'll; I can't compete with that" Moe said, before he was tackled by two officers and his hand were forcefully put behind his back while he was pressed against his own counter. "Easy, there!"
"Barney lead me to my husband!" Marge said, and the man nodded.
Marge and the kids followed Barney pass Moe counter and to the door behind a bunch of shelves that look old and dated before he opened it and walked down the steps.
Barney yelled "HOMER!"
"Barney?" Homer's voice said from down below, hearing his voice both Marge and the kid's quickened their pace and ran in front of Barney leaving him in the dust.
Marge and the kids were stunned to find Homer roped to a pipe with a sack covering his body like an animal.
"HOMER!" Marge said.
"DAD!" Both Lisa and Bart said.
"Marge, kids. Thank god you found me!" Homer said, ripping the sack off him showing them the situation wasn't as dire as they first thought.
However, Homer almost collapsed right in front of them raising the alarm level.
"So... hungry" Homer said.
The family looked around, trying to feed him something other than the Beer surrounding them.
Lisa found something in her pocket and said. "Dad, you can have my nature bar?"
In other words, he could have her trash candy.
"I would take anything right now, even if its god-awful" Homer said, as Lisa unwrapped it for him and Homer took a bite.
His family helped him up the steps.
And they entered the main bar to witness, Moe being read his rights as soon as Homer appeared.
"Moe Szyslak's. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. Etc" Chef Wiggum said, getting the family to frown at the last part.
Moe was handcuffed and shoved out of his box.
"Moe, why did you do it?" Marge said.
"The only thing I have is my business and if that means turning your husband back into an alcoholic then so be it," Moe said before he was shoved out of the door and into one of the police cars.
Chef Wiggum said, "It's always the guys you least suspect" watching him.
"What are you talking about?" Lisa said. "I've only eight but even I know Moe has problems."
Chef Wiggum coughed again and turned around and said. "Mr Simpson, we are so sorry for what you must have been through. If you wish to take this to court, then you are allowed to."
"Allowed to?" Homer said, frowning. "Who says I need your permission to take Moe to court?" from his reaction, splashing money on the police department didn't look likely.
"Homer, don't talk it uses energy. Let's get some proper food into you" Marge said, and the whole family helped him out of the door and into the car where Marge had no choice but to drive home.
They had him quickly get into the house and sat him down on the couch before Marge quickly went to the kitchen, found Homer food that was now cold, stuck it into the microwave while Lisa kept feeding Homer her nature bars that she got from her room.
The food was hot in five minutes, and everybody in the family helped shove the food into his mouth, and when he had the energy to do it himself, he did.
Like a man who had been dying of thirst.
It was the first time in month's that he had been surrounded by his most favourite thing to take in for hours on end and yet, he had nothing in his mouth to turn away his focus.
A day or two and he would have cracked like an egg.
He didn't chock on the amount of food being shoved into him because he was used to eating so fast. Finally, he seemed to have come to his sense's.
"That place was terrible!" Homer said, "There was so much beer everywhere. I thought I was going to die in there because nobody would give me some food!" before he said. "I got taken down by a man almost double my age!"
He thought that being slimmer meant that he was physically fit but Moe had proved him otherwise, the man was hunched over and yet he was taken care of like a child.
"Homer, we are just glad that your home safe," Marge said.
"And not a drunken idiot" Bart added, making Marge give him a look of approval.
"Marge... kids. I have a confession to make" He said, making them all look at him.
"What is it, dad?" Lisa said.
"The reason why I could give up drinking Beer so easily was because its tastes like crap to me," He said, stunning them all. "Ever since I got a blow to the head, I haven't been able to stomach beer. On the day I woke up, I did go to Moe's, and I almost throw up."
They were all more than a little bit stunned.
They all thought that he dropped Beer too easily despite it being rear to not see him drinking.
He didn't suddenly have a change of heart; he just couldn't stomach the stuff.
"Then it's a good thing that you got hit in the head, or you wouldn't have been able to go sober for very long," Marge said, she was happy that the house wasn't filled with Beer cans.
"We'll, dad, it seems to me that, that blow really knocked something in your head," Lisa said. "Even if Moe did get you to drink Beer, you would have thrown it right back up again. Moe's plan was doomed to fail from the beginning."
"Dad, remind me to never knock on your head again," Bart said, he was liking sober Homer.
"We'll make sure we tell nobody about the blow you get to the head to protect this family," Marge said.
"I second that, can you imagine if what those guys, dad's up against getting the information to turn dad back?" Bart said.
"Dad would have to start wearing a helmet at all times," Lisa said.
#Unknown location#
A group of robed individuals stood underneath a light.
"Brothers. Sisters" Said, a voice in the darkness.
"I know of a way to get us all out of this"
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Can people please stop telling me how they want this story to go? It's very annoying. Next chapter, Homer enlist the help of Ned to help him not be weak anymore, and Moe mysteriously gets bailed out by a mysterious group with mysterious motives. Review/fav and follow!