"I'm sorry Stacey... Somehow I feel this is all my fault..." Homer frowned. If this were a normal situation, the others would probably jump in and blame him, but he had Stacey who wasn't negative around him as much as the others were.
"It's not just your fault, Dad, I pressed that button." Stacey tells him.
The men drove quickly.
"Don't worry, once we tell your Mom what happened, we'll be out of here by dinner." Homer tried to assure her.
"I know, Dad." Stacey says with a gentle smile. She hoped it was true.
The men soon stopped the van and pulled both out. They took them to get their new clothes. Homer sighed and took his clothes, handing Stacey the clothes that could fit her. They both saw several patients in distress with their own actual problems. Some of them even seemed to be in cages. Stacey got dressed away from others. She then came back, in the calming blue outfit. She bit her lip and looked scared of the ones who looked agressive. The men gave Homer a chance to call anyone.
Marge was home with Maggie and thought she'd call Stacey's friend to join them for dinner. Homer grabbed the phone and memorized their home phone number and hoped Marge wouldn't be angry once she would answer the phone and find out what had happened to her eldest daughter and husband.
Marge answered the phone. "Hello?" she asks.
"Marge, don't freak out or anything, but... Stacey and I might not be home for dinner... We're in the mental hospital." Homer said as gently as he could.
Santa's Little Helper got on his hind legs next to Maggie and licked her face.
"What! Homie, what happened?!" Marge asks.
Maggie stroked the dog.
"It's not my fault!" Homer cried. "It's the boy, Marge, he made me look stupid in that pink shirt!"
"Oh, Homie... I'll try to get you both out..." Marge says.
Maggie clapped her hands.
"I'm sorry, Marge..." Homer sounded disappointed, he felt he may have ruined the family's reputation...Again...
Santa's Little Helper barked happily at the baby, then started to chase Snowball II. Maggie watched.
A man from the institute hung up the phone for Homer and pushed him to take a test just to see how crazy he was by showing ink blots.
Homer passed through most of them with no problem, but got provoked at the last one. "THE BOY!" he tried to strangle it thinking it looked like Bart, but the other men restrained him. Since they didn't know Bart, they thought this 'boy' was a mere hallucination and needed to be locked up immediately.
The man nodded and then went like he was going away before he turned back as if to grab her. They put Homer in a room, where a rather large man was sitting on the bed.
Stacey was made to stay in the 'rec room'. There was an Asian girl with curly and straight fringe at the top purple hair who looked like the twins in Bart's class and she had a lavender flower in her hair. She was wearing an outfit similar to Homer and Stacey. Stacey looked nervously around, most were males around. She saw the girl and looked through squinted eyes.
The girl looked back at her with a small frown. "I have two sisters, we're triplets together, but I was separated from them..." she hung her head, then looked back at Stacey with a creepy grin. "I'm looking for them for revenge, you see two girls who kinda look like me, but clones from each other!?"
"Um, my brother's classmates?" Stacey says softly.
"Excellent..." the girl grinned, pressing her fingers together. "I'll show you whose the weaker triplet, Terri!"
Stacey looked a little freaked out. She then yelped.
A man came up to her and held out his hand. "Got a quarter, lady?" he asks.
Stacey looked worriedly at the man. "Sorry, no..." she says.
The man nodded and then went like he was going away before he turned back as if to grab her.
Stacey struggled in the man's hold. "Put me down!" she yelps.
"Grr, come on, someone help get this stiff to let me go!" Stacey growls out, sounding very much like the hippies her grandmother hung out with.
The other person grunted and rolled his eyes. Stacey flailed and then gave up. She gave an annoyed sob. The man huffed and walked to the next person.
"Let me be with my daughter!" Homer protested.
"We'll deal with her later," one of the men told him. "We're putting you in a room with a big white guy who thinks he's a little black guy." he chuckled with his colleague.
Homer was in and he looked very miserable as he sat on the bed next to his new roommate.
The man looked at Homer. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice soft.
"I'm Homer Simpson of the Simpsons..." the pudgy man took out his hand to get a closer look at his roommate who seemed very friendly.
"Michael... Michael Jackson..." the man replies and shook Homer's hand. "Why are you in?" he asks.
Homer let go of his hand and raised an eyebrow. "Who's Michael Jackson?"
"You know... Moonwalker?" the man says and then did the moonwalk and the spin and 'Ow!'.
"How'd you do that?" Homer was curious about the mysterious moonwalk.
"Like this..." the man, supposedly Michael, says and showed Homer again. Slower this time.
Homer followed, only going forward instead of backward like he was supposed to.
"Almost," Michael says softly. "Try again." he then encourages.
Homer let out an annoyed grunt, then tried again.
"That's better!" Michael suggests.
Homer chuckled and high-fived with Michael. "So, what makes you crazy?"
Michael looked at Homer. "They don't believe I'm Michael Jackson... So they stuck me in here..." he says, sitting on his bed. "And why is your daughter in as well?" he asks.
"I don't know, they just called us both crazy because I wore a pink shirt to work." Homer shrugged. "Beats spending dinner with my wife's sisters, I'll tell ya that."
"Are they that bad?" Michael asks.
"Ooh, brother, you have no idea." Homer shuddered about Patty and Selma. If they heard about this, they would proabbly laugh their heads off and put Marge down about being married to a psycho.
Michael patted Homer's shoulder.
Homer sighed and looked out the window. "I wonder what's going on without me?"
Michael looked at him and shrugged.
"Got a quarter?" the man asks, going to a guard.
"No." the guard says and then took Stacey off the man and sent her off to have her psyche test.
Stacey followed the men who came to collect her. The man had out ink blot tests for her as well, hoping that she wouldn't flip out like her father did.
Stacey answered calmly. She seemed almost too calm. She didn't flip out but on the one where it looked like Bart she giggled. "My brother..." she answers for that one.
"This must be worse than we thought," one man whispered to the others. "At least she isn't as insane as her father."
"She's too calm though... Psychopathic tendency?" he suggests.
Stacey looked at the mirror, as if she could see into the room with them.
"Probably, put her with the other ones." the man shrugged and pointed to a closed door.
"Yes, sir..." the one who did the suggesting said.
Stacey started to play with her hair.
"Come along now, little one..." the man said in a gentle tone, treating Stacey a lot younger than she was.
"I'm 20-years-old..." Stacey deadpans. She, however, followed the man.
The men led Stacey to a room with children, nearly her age. Even Kearney from Bart's school seemed to be there.
"Oh, come on..." Stacey growls. She however waved at Kearney, he was older than her and had a child.
Kearney glanced at Stacey. "Your brother owes me five bucks!"
"Well, I can't give it you..." Stacey tells him.
Kearney grunted in response. Stacey sighed and went to sit down where there was a space.
A/N: There's an Easter egg to a later episode called The Blue and the Gray All I can say now is good luck finding it, if you found it, you shall be rewarded. The rest of you, Read & Review!
