Chapter 9

The next morning, Marge went downstairs to the basement. She'd come back from the hotel. Marge was in tears and very sad because Bart and Lisa had died. "Oh, Homie, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me. I should have listened to you!" Marge had realized that Chucky actually had caused the murders. But the, she gasped when she saw all the guts in the basement and Homer lying on the ground. From what it appeared, Homer had been killed, too. "Homie!" sobbed Marge, who ran down to hug him. Tears ran down her face. She then saw Maggie. "Oh, Maggie, thank goodness you're still alive. Are you okay?" Marge gave her little daughter a big hug. She then set her down and turned back to Homer. "Homer…please wake up," cried Marge.

Almost as if on cue, Homer did slowly open his eyes. Marge had a delighted look in her eyes. Maybe Homer wasn't dead after all! "H-h-huh? What?" Homer said, looking around. "Whoo…where am I?" he asked. "I feel dizzy. It's like I had 300 beers or something."

"Homer! You're alive!" Marge cried. She hugged her husband. "Yes, I'm alive. What made you think I wasn't? Uh…I've got the biggest headache…"

"I thought you were dead. Look at all the guts in this room," Marge said. Homer got up and looked around. "Shoot, what happened here?" He then heard the battery-powered radial saw still turning. He looked over and screamed when he saw a small body in between the blade of the saw. Lots of blood still poured out. "Maggie!"

"Homer…" Marge started.

"Oh, I can't believe Maggie's dead!" sobbed Homer.

Marge walked up. "Homer, Maggie's right here," smiled Marge, holding Maggie in front of Homer.

"Phew! What a relief. You stay out of trouble now, young lady," grinned Homer. He gave Maggie a little tickle, and she laughed. Homer then went over to the saw and turned it off. He wanted to see what he had killed. To his relief, it was Chucky.

Marge walked over. "Homer, you did it! You killed Chucky!"

"I did?" Homer asked. "I sure don't remember doing it."

"Who cares? Marge said. "The doll's dead, and it's all thanks to you and that battery-powered saw!"

"You see, Marge," Homer boasted, "I told you we needed that saw."

"Oh, and how often did you use it? Once. And that was only this time when you killed Chucky with it. $1,500 down the drain!"

"Come on, Marge, every man needs big, battery-powered tools. I mean, look what this thing did to Chucky."

Marge and Homer started grumbling as they walked back up the stairs, carrying Maggie along. Later, when they finally got over their silly argument, they became sad again, realizing that two members of their family were missing. They prepared a funeral for them, but then, Dr. Hibbert approached them one day.

"Mr. and Mrs. Simpson, even though your children are dead, we think that we can bring them back to life."

"You can? Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" cried Marge.

"We'll start the transplant of new organs and restore them. It may work, and yet again it might not." Marge was sad upon hearing the bad news. "But chances are, they will recover. We'll give it a try." Marge hoped for the best. Then, she realized something. "Wait…Dr. Hibbert. How can you perform your operation without electricity? The power plant is gone, remember?"

"That's true, Marge," said Dr. Hibbert, "but fortunately for us, we happen to have a battery-powered radial saw that provides just enough electricity to keep our facility running. Eh heh heh heh heh heh," Dr. Hibbert laughed with his trademark laugh. Homer gave a smug grin to Marge, but Marge just scoffed. She hoped the kids could come back to life.