Ch. 2
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Two hours later Bart sat on the couch, drunk as Homer can become at Moe's. "Uuuuggghhh! I don't feel so well," he said, slipping to the floor. His eyes watched the TV, though he could see 3 of them. He didn't know which one to watch.
"Lunch time!" their mother called from the kitchen. Lisa came down to her call, passing Bart on the way.
"Are you feeling okay Bart?" she asked, a little worried.
"Uuuuggghhh!" he moaned, burping at the end.
"Mom! Bart looks sick!" Lisa yelled. Their mother came running in.
"Oh Bart! Let's get you to your room," she said, carrying her son to his room upstairs.
Lisa was about to head into the kitchen again when she spotted a Duff beer can lying on the couch. She thought for a moment. Did Bart drink this? Nah, it was probably Dad. Actually, where is Dad? She wondered.
Just then, Homer barged into the house, drunk as could be. "A lala…la…Christmas…" the drunk father sang and then passed out. Lisa sighed. Yeah, the beer can probably was Homer's.