Chapter Two
It was now 5:30, and Marge was now all dressed up and ready to go. She was wearing one of her old dresses with added short sleeves, because when you eat at Lard Barn on date night, you want something both classy and machine washable.
"Homer, are you ready yet?" she asked hurriedly.
"D'oh, I'll be down in a second, Marge!" whined Homer as he struggled to zip up his pants.
"We'll never be able to drop Maggie off at Moe's apartment and get to the restaurant on time if you don't hurry!" she called back.
"All right, all right, I'm coming," Homer said as he came down the stairs, fly still open.
"So where are you guys going, huh, huh?" asked Lisa excitedly.
"Hrrrm, we're going to Lard Barn."
"Well duh, that's the only place in town that satisfies Homer's hunger and paycheck," said Bart.
"Why you little-."
"Homer!"
"Sorry," he said, dropping the now choking Bart to the floor.
"Bart, Lisa, your babysitters should be here any minute. Now I want you to be nice to them, be polite, and above all, be here when they arrive," said Marge.
"Yes ma'am," they said together, although neither truly meant it.
"C'mon, Homer."
"Yes, ma'am," said Homer sulkily. And he really meant it.