The next day was another normal day. Stacey had got up early and was making some breakfast.

Marge was sorting out the washing. She looked worried slightly and pulled everything, but some shirts and Bart's hat. "Homie, you better come see this!" she calls.

Bart happily came by and took the hat and walked off with it like he hadn't done anything wrong.

Homer rushed downstairs, feeling like he had to get to work as soon as possible. "I need a shirt!" he put on his shirt and then saw that it had been pink instead of plain white. "What!?"

"Bart's hat was in there," Marge says. "But these are the only clean shirts you have." she says.

Stacey plated up some stuff for the breakfast. It was scrambled egg and pancakes for her and Lisa, and pancakes and bacon for the others. Maggie was in her high chair, having a drink of milk.

"D'oh!" Homer grunted. He was surely going to be the laughing stock at work today.

"I'm sure your workmates will be okay, if you explain what happened." Marge informs Homer.

Homer moaned, feeling that today wasn't going to be a very good day.


Lisa came downstairs and smiled as she still hummed Happy Birthday. "Good morning, Mom, Dad, my sisters... Bart." she glanced at the boy.

Bart glared at her, then tried to look innocent for Stacey. "Why, Lisa, your butt seems to be normal sized today and not like a hippo's!"

Stacey's eyebrow quirked at Bart's saying. She knew that was the best they could expect from Bart. She placed Bart's plate in front of him, after giving Lisa hers first. "Morning, Lisa..." she greets, smiling softly.

"Morning!" Lisa beamed.

"Hey Lis, you look happy this morning..." Bart smiled, his face twitching from showering her with compliments.

"Bart, you don't need to be smarmy..." Stacey gently tells the boy. She ruffled Lisa's hair gently.

Marge came up with Homer, him now in a pink shirt. "Thanks for making breakfast, Stacey." she tells her eldest daughter. "Are you going out today?" she then asks her.

Lisa laughed with Stacey and straightened her hair. Bart saw the shirt and laughed out loud.

Stacey looked at Homer and hid a smile. "Nice statement, Dad..." she says.

Marge sat at the table and smiled. Maggie was eating now.

"Thanks, sweetie." Homer smiled at her.

Bart and Lisa started eating. They weren't arguing or saying anything, but under the table, they were kicking each other's legs. Stacey smiled and started to eat her meatless breakfast. Maggie and Marge were just eating too. Lisa hummed Happy Birthday.

"If Lenny and Carl see me like this, they're gonna laugh at me for sure." Homer sighed, looking down at his pink clad shirt.

"Sucks to be you, Homer." Bart scoffed to his father.

Stacey patted Lisa's hand with a gentle smile. This morning she was in a loose flowy dress, which was tie-died in dark colours. Her hair was down and a headband was around her head.

"I'm sure they won't, Homie..." Marge says.

Maggie clapped happily.

Homer sighed and put his hand under his cheek. "Maybe you're right..."

Lisa smiled back at her. "Dad, if you want, maybe you could stop by the present store on your way back from work for a 'special day' coming up?"

Homer smiled at her gently. "Aw, Lisa... You make everything better..."

Bart snorted, but didn't say anything. Stacey decided to get a few more presents too for Lisa herself, just in case. Marge smiled. She then got up, having finished. Soon everyone was done with their food and ready to start their day.

Marge decided to take the kids to school today. "Stacey, you're free to do what you want today." Marge says, taking Maggie with her this time.

Stacey nodded. "Thanks, Mom." she says. She was happy as she could get a chance to get some more presents for Lisa.

Maggie waved. Lisa and Bart decided to quickly go to their rooms and collect their backpacks.

"I'll see you all later." Homer waved, then decided to drive himself to work.

Stacey waved at her dad. Marge got Maggie in the car and waited for Bart and Lisa.

"Stacey, you sure you don't wanna come with me to work?" Homer asked before he went out the door fully.

Stacey blinked, thinking about her Grandmother's opinion. Maybe she could help out Mona's cause and maybe convince Homer to buy Lisa a gift too. "Um, if I can come, Dad..." she says.

"Well, okay..." Homer shrugged. "I better get going." he sighed, thinking of what would happen if he were seen in a pink shirt than a white one like always.

Stacey went with him. "Don't worry, Dad, I'm sure it'll be okay." she tells him. She made sure her shoes were secure and got into his car. "Can I drive?" she asks, grinning.

Homer laughed, patting her head, then drove off anyway.

Stacey playfully pouted and crossed her arms, looking out of the window as they headed off to the Plant. "Party Pooper..." she mumbles playfully.


Bart slid down the banister with his baseball cap on and got in the seat next to Maggie while Lisa looked out the window. Marge headed off with the kids to school. Maggie looked at Bart with narrowed eyes. Bart glared back at Maggie and made goofy faces to scare her. Maggie, in another sulk and angry at Bart, spat her pacifier at his head again.

Bart grunted in pain. "Why you little-" he was about to strangle his baby sister like Homer would do to him.

"BART!" Lisa snapped.

Maggie started to cry.

"Bart, don't upset your sisters!" Marge scolds.

Bart grunted, folding his arms and looked out the window. Lisa giggled and shared a tiny high five with Maggie, giving the baby her pacifier back. Maggie swirled the pacifier like a gun in a western and stuck it back in her mouth. She smiled at Lisa though. Lisa giggled at her baby sister. Maggie then looked ahead.


"Okay, here we are." Marge says, smiling.

Bart and Lisa got out of the car.

Lisa went to the window. "Mom, don't forget, you got a few more days until-"

Marge nodded "I know, I know..." she says, smiling at the seven-year-old. "We'll talk more later..." she then adds, hearing the school bell.

Maggie waved slightly. Lisa sighed a bit and walked inside to get to Miss Hoover while Bart would go to Mrs. Krabappel.

Marge waved as they left. "Come on, Maggie, we'll go and visit the park." she says, driving off as the doors were shut.

Maggie simply sucked once on her pacifier.


Homer pulled in the driveway and got out and helped Stacey out. "Act natural..." he whispered to her, then walked into the building with the other men of the plant.

Stacey walked behind him. She had a mysterious smile on her face and she followed her dad. Homer looked around and some of the other guys were muttering about his shirt. He was even being watched by Smithers and Mr. Burns.

"Mr. Smithers, who is that man wearing the pink shirt?" the decrepit, but still alive old man called Mr. Burns asked his assistant. "And who's the young woman with him?" he then adds.

Stacey looked around and waved to the ones she knew. Lenny waved back to the girl, though was amused by Homer's shirt. Carl also waved back to the girl.

"I believe that's Homer Simpson with his elder daughter, Stacey Simpson, sir." Smithers replied in his dry, monotone voice as always.

Stacey stuck by her dad as they went to his work station. Lenny laughed with Carl.

Mr. Burns frowned. "Well, the man must be crazy to wear a shirt like that, and she must be crazy to both let him and wear an outfit like that." he says.

"Possibly, sir," Smithers shrugged. "Should I call someone?"

"Excellent." was Mr. Burns' reply, as he steepled his fingers.


"Come on, sweetie, you can watch Daddy work." Homer smiled, then sat at his chair to get down to business, doing his best to tune out the laughter.

"Okay, Dad..." Stacey says, sitting next to him on another spinning chair. She wondered what she could do to help with the cause Grandma Mona wanted.

Homer hummed to himself, then gathered his things such as paper, supplies, and a box of donuts. Stacey watched her dad and started to point to buttons, asking what they did.

"Stacey, don't touch that!" Homer panicked as she got to a big red button. "I'm not sure what it does... But, I'm sure it's bad..." he said, then rather calmly.

Stacey looked at him. "But it's a big red button..." she says, as if she longed to press it.

Homer hummed, then shrugged. "Oh, okay, if you really want to, honey."

"Thank you, Daddy..." she says. She happily pressed it.


Smithers took out the office phone and contacted the local psychiatric institute to check out the employees, namely Homer and possibly Stacey with him. Mr. Burns smirked. Smithers contacted the institute and had them specifically check-up for Stacey and Homer. Mr Burns listened in.

Smithers said his goodbye, then hung up. "They're on their way, sir." he told his boss.

Mr Burns scowled at the screen, seeing Stacey push that button. "Excellent..." he says though.


"Whoo-hoo!" Homer cheered. "Hooray for child-like curiosity!"

Stacey giggled, she blinked as a light started to flash. Mr. Burns looked worried. The institute people drove quickly.

"Wow!" Homer was amazed by the bright light.

"Smithers... What button did that girl press?" Burns asked.

Smithers went to check and grew a little scared.

"Evacuation..." Mr Burns says, pressing the alarm button.

Stacey looked at her dad. They were mega quick and pulled into the car park of the Plant. There was rumbling from inside the plant and one of the tubes exploded.

"Whuh-oh..." Homer mumbled.

"What alarm is that?" Stacey asks softly.

Four men came out, looking for Homer and Stacey.

"I dunno, I honestly wasn't paying attention during orientation!" Homer said, nearly panicking.

"Everyone evacuate the building!" Smithers reminded everyone on the intercom, because knowing these employees, they wouldn't smart enough to pay attention to the alarm.

Stacey looked at the intercom. "We should go, Dad." she says.

Mr. Burns was helped by Smithers. Smithers picked up Mr. Burns like a fragile woman and walked off to get him to safety from the other people in the plant and Mr. Burns didn't complain.


"Where are Homer and Stacey Simpson?" The lead man asks.

"That way!" Smithers pointed to the door to Homer's post.

Stacey stood up and made her way out. "Come on, Dad!" she says.

The men followed the direction. Homer rushed with Stacey to get out, but they were stopped by the mental health men.

"That stupid girl!" Mr Burns exclaims.

"Uh, hi?" Stacey tries.

The stronger two men grabbed Homer's arms and started to drag him off first. "This way." the lead one says.

"Look, we don't want any trouble!" Homer cried.

The two men ignored him.

Mr Burns looked at Smithers. "I want them to be taken away." he says.

The second men half-lifted Stacey up by her arms.

"You shouldn't carry a woman like this..." Stacey says.

"This is an outrage!" Homer called out, babbling which now made him sound crazy like Burns and Smithers claimed him to be.

Mr Burns watched them getting taken away. "Put them both in the same place!" he orders.

"Yes, sir." the lead guy says.

Stacey was placed into a straight jacket at the same time Homer was. They were both put in the back of the van then. "We're not crazy!" she yells.

"You can't do this to me!" Homer cried. "I'm a Democrat!"

"Sure you are, buddy..." the lead man says and got into the front after shutting the doors of the back.

Stacey looked at her dad. "They won't listen..." she sighed.

"It wasn't me! It was the boy! THE BOOY! BAAAAART!" Homer screamed out.

Stacey winced from the shout. The men ignored him and they all drove off to the Asylum.


Bart blinked from his desk and felt a disturbance that distracted him from class.

"Bart Simpson, pay attention!" Mrs. Krabappel snaps.

"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Bart snapped to attention and kept his eyes forward.

Mrs. Krabappel nodded. She then continued to teach.

Bart hummed, resting his hand under his cheek, staring out the window. "Today is so boring..." he muttered to himself, tapping his fingers against his desk while good students like Milhouse took notes.