Sometime after midnight, Homer returned to his house after a fruitless search for 'Springy'. Just before he got to the doorstep, Moe ran up to him, holding Maggie, who was wearing a dress Homer had never seen before.
"Hey Moe," said Homer. "What're you doing here so late? And why do you have Maggie? She was with me!"
Moe was so exhausted, he could barely speak. "Jus' take care-a her," he said, and staggered off. Maggie waved to him. After Moe was no longer visible, Marge opened the door.
"Ugh, Homer what happened to you… Oh, you got lost getting Maggie a Christmas present!"
"Uh, yeah," said Homer, scratching the back of his neck. "That's what I was doing."
"Well, that was kind of you, but next time, bring a map! Oh well, we left your presents unopened, and we saved some leftovers for you."
"Woohoo! Food and presents! It's like Christmas!"
"So how's he doin'?"
"Well, the doc' says he'll be physically alright, but he keeps sayin' 'she shot me', again and again."
Legs sat down next to Johnny and Louie. By the time they had found Frankie, he had been half-frozen. Now, the other mobsters were sitting in the Springfield General Hospital waiting room; it had been convenient that Frankie got shot on the roof of a hospital.
"I still think we shoulda' used the industrial strength microwave t' thaw 'im out insteada' warm water," said Louie.
"Yeah," said Johnny. "But that woulda' cost too much."
They all just sat there quietly for a while.
"Well," said Johnny, "I guess this cements us as the most dysfunctional 'family' on the planet."
"Well, we can't be as bad th' Simpsons," said Legs.
"You got that right, over here," said Louie.
Looking out the window, they could see that the blizzard had calmed down to a light flurry overnight.
"You know," said Johnny. "Frankie really oughta' just think of adoptin' a kid."
END