I know it has been a long time, but I am BACK!
"Ahhh, this room is nice. I wonder if repainting the room would count as expenses. I kind of don't like this pale color arrangement. I wonder if they make a color that combines bright orange, bright yellow, and bright green," Homer thought out loud.
"Dad, having the expenses cover the surgery of the check-in lady is pushing it already. I don't think that you want to push the American Indian Society too far. They did kill all of Custer's men without losing any of there own," Lisa said as she looked up from her book.
"Pshhh, what are they going to do? From what I learned from television, they all start crying like some emo kid anytime someone drops a can of pop on the ground," Homer sneered. "Now I know what would look good on the room! Superglue!"
"NO, DAD, DON'T!"
"Too late Lisa. Though, you have to admit it looks good. I'm just glad that I remembered to paint the outside of the door too," A single knock resounds through the entire room. "Oooooooooooooo, my room service must be here. Mmmmmm, bell hops aaaachg," Homer squealed.
"Can anyone tell me why my hand is stuck to the door?" a squeaky voice asked.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hmmm, I wonder if it is too late to paint the doorknobs?" Homer opens the door. The squeaky voiced teenager flies into the room, attached to the center of the door. "Geeesh, you bell hops just want to barge into our rooms. Now where's our food?"
"Out there on the cart, now could you get some solvent?" asked the teen.
"Just let me eat my food first," Homer takes in the food and slams the door shut. "Maybe if you were less rude, you would get a tip!" Homer yelled. Homer begins to gorge himself on the many carts of food the bellhop had taken to their room. Lisa also joins in on the feeding frenzy.
1 hour later….
"Aaaaaaaaaa, that hit the spot," Lisa said.
"You got that right. Now let's go to sleep," Homer yawned. Homer and Lisa curl up in their respective beds.
"Could someone help me, I'm getting kind of hungry," the teen screeched.
"Shut up! Some of us are trying to sleep here!" Homer yelled back. He grabbed on of the carts, ran out the door, and repeatedly rammed it into the bell hop until he fell unconscious. Ambulance sirens begin sounding in the background. Lisa flinches but quickly returns to her previous position.
"You're under arrest; you have the right to remain silent…"
Next chapter: In the city