Something Weird This Way Comes II another three episodes of weird stuff happening in Springfield. Homer has a very vivid imagination, Homer blames Marge's gambling addiction on a being called Gamblor and the Simpsons have a little problem with the boogeyman! Also featuring guest appearances from James Bond, sorry Bont and Robert Goulet.
PlotJourney to Homer's Brain
One day at work something fell on Homer knocking him out. His ghost was helped up by Sir Issac Newton.
"Who are you?" Homer asked.
"Homer, I am your spirit guide, I have taken a form you are most comfortable with." said Newton.
"No offence but who the heck are you?" Homer asked.
Newton sighed and turned into Colonel Klink from Hogan's Heroes.
"Colonel Klink! Hey did you ever get my letters?" Homer asked.
"I'm not really Colonel Klink Homer! I'm your spirit guide!" said Klink.
"Why are you here then?" Homer asked.
"To get you to wake up!" said Colonel Klink.
Homer woke up. "Wha? Ooooh! Come back Klink!" Homer whined.
"This man is delirious! Simpson go to the medical bay at once!" said Smithers concerned for him.
"Yes sir." said Homer.
He then headed back to his work station and went to sleep. He dreamt of Colonel Klink. However he kept annoying him by telling him about all the times Hogan foiled his plans.
Ie him hiding a bugging device in a tea pot.
Eventually Colonel Klink had enough and ended Homer's dream and woke him up.
Then He stole from the plant stationary or stationery cabinet Post it notes. He blamed the kangaroos Mr Burns hired.
Homer then spent an hour at his work station talking to an imaginary Snap, Crackle and Pop. Of course he was merely imagining them so they weren't really there.
Lenny and Carl were worried about him.
Homer then argued with the candy vending machine.
...
That night Marge had some bad news of their finances. They were in crippling debt.
"We're doomed! Doooooomed! Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Homer screamed before his head suddenly exploded.
Oscar laughed.
"Homer stop that!" said Marge in a cross tone.
"Sorry." Homer sighed. He regrew a new head.
Marge sighed. "I have to change Oscar's diaper." She took Oscar back to his room to change his diaper.
Teddy was being stung by a swarm of bees. "Killing me won't bring back your goddamn honey!"
Oscar winced baffled as Marge changed his diaper.
Marge hummed in a cheerful manner as she changed Oscar. Very soon she was fastening a new clean diaper upon Oscar.
Teddy was swatting the bees. "Ow! Oooooow! They're defending themselves somehow!"
"And there. Nice and snug with the the curious bear cub grinning playfully on your diapee waistband." Marge was mothering Oscar.
"Goo goo! Big wet shiny green bear nose!" Oscar gurgled.
Teddy having shoo'd the bees away grinned at Oscar. Marge was tucking him into bed.
She sang the lame Tuck in time song then kissed him Goodnight.
After Marge had long since headed back to the master bedroom Teddy leapt from Oscar's desk onto his bed where he was sleeping.
"I know you're just pretending to sleep kiddo." Teddy grinned. "It's diaper sniffing time!" He peeled back Oscar's blanket and started sniffing his diaper intensely with his big wet shiny black nose.
Oscar grimaced and laid there while Teddy sniffed his diaper.
Teddy sniffed Oscar's diaper. Oscar blushed and sweated. He then started peeing his diaper.
But Teddy continued sniffing his diaper.
...
One afternoon Homer was reaccounting the town meeting. But he kept messing things up.
"Homer! My hair is blue and my dress is green! Not the other way round!" Marge interrupted the story. "And my necklace is orange not rainbow coloured! And I certainly don't recall there being an alligator man in a suit at the meeting! Or a bearded baby!"
"I was trying to liven things up!" said Homer.
"I really think you should see a doctor. That exploding head thing must be bad for your brain..." Marge sighed.
"My brain is fine..." said Homer.
"No it's really not..." said Hugo.
"Pant-less Ducks..." Oscar rasped in a demented manner.
"We should get Oscar's brain checked out too..." said Bart dryly.
Oscar glared at him.
Meanwhile in his office Mr Burns was going through his finances. They didn't look good. So he asked his evil lawyers for advice. The blue haired one suggested he open a casino. Mr Burns liked the idea.
He then called in various people to suggest a theme but he didn't like any of their ideas and Captain McCallister forgot why he was there.
A British guy arrived. "Bloomin smashing! I bring you, Britannia! Finest British casino in all of Hastings! And the finest cocktail girls from Westminster!"
The cocktail girls had pale skin and bad teeth and shrill accents. "A Tom Collins guv! Wotcha?"
"Get out!" Mr Burns snapped.
Disco Stu advertised a Disco themed casino.
"Disco Stu has time to boogie and roulette, because baby-"
"Get out!" Mr Burns yelled.
Then a Hippy came in with an idea for a Woodstock casino.
"Get out!" Mr Burns wouldn't even let him explain his idea.
Sea Captain forgot why he was there and marketed a voyage across the seven seas to bring back the finest jewels and rarest herbs and spices. "Arrrrrr!"
"You are supposed to be giving me ideas for a casino! Now get out!" Mr Burns yelled.
...
The Simpsons found themselves visiting Professor Frink again.
"Homer, Frink is not a registered physician..." Marge sighed.
"Great Glavin! Ga-hoy! It's the Simpsons!" said Frink. He welcomed them in.
"Yeah but he's funny. Like The Nutty Professor..." said Homer.
Marge sighed.
The Simpsons were each strapped to a table and wore a device on their heads each too that allowed them to enter Homer's dreams.
"Will I be wearing pants in this dream?" Homer asked.
"No, if you want to be properly clothed you have to wear dream pants." said Frink. He got out what was clearly a diaper.
"Uh Doc... that's a diaper..." said Bart.
"Oh cool! I wanna wear one!" said Oscar.
"Oscar... You have serious issues man..." Bart grimaced at him as Frink put the dream pants/diaper on him.
Eventually everyone else reluctantly agreed to wear the dream pants as it was either that or prance about naked in the dream world.
"Well this is just embarrassing..." said Lisa putting on the Dream Pants. (A diaper...)
"No it's not. It's cute!" said Oscar.
Frink knocked everyone unconscious and turned on the machine.
The Simpsons were sent into Homer's imagination.
"Cooool!" said Oscar.
The imaginary version of Springfield was a disturbing place. The sky was weird colours and it rained donuts.
Also the sun was singing lame songs.
"Shut up!" Oscar shouted at the singing sun.
...
They passed their house in the imagination world however they were already inside. Unsure if it was safe to interact with dream versions of themselves they waited outside and hid in the bushes to spy on themselves.
Inside the house was Marge with green hair and a blue dress.
"Homer, why do you keep imagining me like that? Ugh! Blue dress with green hair?! No thanks!" Marge said with disgust.
Homer then came into the lounge.
"Look it's me. We're having a conversation!" said Homer.
The dream Homer's head inflated and exploded.
Bart and Oscar laughed hysterically. However Marge and Lisa didn't approve.
"Homer you've got to get that out of your system..." Marge sighed.
Oscar was in deep thought. He willed the curious bear cub from Happy Little Elves into existence. The cartoon green bear cub grinned and sniffed his diaper. Oscar giggled.
"Oz. You need to get that out of your system. Now." said Bart sharply.
...
They then encountered a giant floating Frink head who explained they needed to go to the town hall.
"Aw! Do we have to walk there?" Homer asked.
"Not if you don't want to. In fact, the wonderful thing about your imagination is that you can just will yourself there!" said Frink. The head then vanished.
Homer thought long and hard and ended up at the town hall in his imagination version of Springfield.
Inside Green haired Marge was standing on a chair nagging everyone and holding a rolling pin.
"Hmmmmm! Homer I'm not always nagging!" Marge was annoyed with how she was being portrayed.
Also at the meeting was an alligator in a suit, He was a snappy dresser. I'll get my coat...
Ned Flanders was wearing a baseball glove and looking bored at Marge. A man had a penguin on his head, another elderly man that resembled Milhouse's Grampa was wearing a bikini, Apu had three heads and multiple arms, a lady had her head on a spring and finally there was a bearded baby.
Homer's imaginary version of himself was a muscular hulk of himself, possibly his own vanity and was sitting there smug.
"Yeah in your dreams tubby!" said Bart.
Homer growled and strangled Bart. Despite this the residents of the town hall were too busy being bored at green haired Marge's nagging to notice.
A tentacle passed the dream Homer a phone.
"It's the president, Homer." said whatever the tentacle belonged to as it passed the phone to Homer.
"Yeah, get this Mr President!" said dream Homer as he spoke to the president.
"Hmmmm usually this daydream ends because everyone walks away or goes to sleep." said the real Homer.
The rest of his family were already getting bored with his silly imagination.
"Hey! My imagination isn't that boring!" Homer sulked.
Suddenly they were beamed out and woke up in reality.
...
"What happened?" Lisa asked as they found themselves in Professor Frink's lab again.
"Oh nothing much. Just that Oscar wet his dream pants and needs changing." said Frink.
"Eeeeeew!" Everyone groaned.
Oscar babbled in mock baby noises.
"Oscar stop acting like a baby!" Bart groaned.
They were put under again and soon found themselves back in the town hall with its surreal residents.
While everyone listened to imaginary Homer's phone call to the president. Oscar looked around and examined the bearded baby. However he quickly learned the bearded baby had soiled his diaper.
"Eeeeugh! Well you are a baby after all..." Oscar groaned as he put down the baby.
They were then transported again. This time they were on Homer's brain.
"Look!" said Lisa. Embedded in his brain was a crayon.
"I thought all those years ago I sneezed out every single crayon..." Homer had a flashback of himself as a kid stuffing crayons up his nose. He then sneezed them all out, at least he thought all of them. However he now realised one got stuck.
They relayed the discovery to Frink.
"Unfortunately the crayon is too embedded to remove safely. I'll extract you all now.
...
Everyone woke up and put their underwear and trousers back on. They left with answers but disappointed they couldn't remove the crayon.
"What a gyp..." Bart groaned.
Plot 2Gamblor
Burn's casino was finished.
Everyone at the power plant was reassigned to work at the casino. Homer was a black jack dealer. He had various encounters with celebrities such as Dustin Hoffman as Raymond and James Bont.
Raymond was card counting.
"Wow! That's amazing! Do it again! Do it again!" Homer demanded.
"Leave the table... definitely need to leave the table." said Raymond.
"No!" Homer stopped him.
Raymond screamed and hit his head with his fists.
Homer copied him not realising he was having a meltdown from his behavioural condition. Probably Downs syndrome or something.
"Homer that's not funny!" Oscar snapped.
Meanwhile Marge decided to try out the machines. However she soon got addicted.
Maggie nearly got attacked by angry tigers after pulling their whiskers because Marge wasn't looking after her. Luckily Barney saved her.
"Marge! Baby Bart nearly got eaten!" said Barney forgetful over Homer and Marge's kids. He still thinks they only have Bart still.
"Oh! Thank you Barney!" said Marge.
Barney then drank everyone's money cups thinking they were beers.
"Hey my money!"
Barney belched up coins.
Meanwhile Bart was at a slot machine and won the jackpot.
"Woohoo!" Bart cheered.
"Hey! You're not allowed on the machines!" Squeaky voiced teen explained. He was knocked out by a baseball.
Oscar had thrown that baseball from the ball tossing game.
"Oscar..." Bart sighed. "Never mind. Time to cash in my jackpot! I'm rich!" Bart took his winnings.
...
In Mr Burns's casino office.
Mr Burns went crazy like Co Creator of the Simpsons Sam Simon and grew his hair and nails really, really long.
"A bit like me for a year after I killed my parents." said Oscar. "Then it wasn't so fun being unable to touch anyone without cutting them or constantly accidentally ripping my clothes or being unable to get dressed."
Then germs explained that Freemasons run the country.
Mr Burns gasped in horror.
Smithers poured him tea.
"Sir you should really trim your nails..." Smithers sighed.
"Pish posh! Flimshaw!" said Mr Burns.
Smithers decided not to test his patience. "The casino is running splendidly sir."
"Sunshine, lollipops... rainbows. Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together!" Mr Burns sang in a trance.
Smithers grimaced exasperated.
Then Mr Burns built a tiny scale model of a wooden plane called the Spruce Moose.
"That's a fantastic scale model sir. Now where are we gonna find a hangar big enough to hold the full size version?" Smithers asked.
"Scale model?" Mr Burns asked. He genuinely expected Smithers to ride in a tiny plane small enough to hold in his hand.
Smithers grimace and sighed.
"Smithers I'm bored." said Mr Burns as a bearded long toe and finger nail baring recluse.
"You haven't run for political office yet." said Smithers.
"And I won't. I'm a billionaire, not a self-glorifying moronic egomaniac." said Mr Burns. Zing! Take that Trump!
Somewhere Donald Trump seethed in anger.
Kevin from Home Alone asked him where the hotel lobby was. How can you not find the lobby?!
Mr Burns sighed and watched over his casino from the security camera feeds.
...
Homer at the blackjack table dealt the cards to the players and kept going bust. "Oh dear! The bank is bust again. Everyone wins!
Everyone cheered.
"Okay Homer for the last time! That's not how being a card dealer works! You can't let everyone win all the time!" said a co worker. "Take a five minute break, I'll cover for you."
Suddenly all the customers playing at the table took their money and fled.
The blackjack dealer sighed.
Eventually Marge's problem became so bad she didn't come home to make dinner.
"Dad, we need to speak with Mom!" Lisa groaned.
"Lis pipe down, I need to make a few calls!" said Bart on the kitchen phone to someone. He was wearing a fancy suit.
"Kallae kistnaaaaeeee!" Oscar rasped in gibberish.
"Don't worry, there's plenty to eat!" Homer replied. He made a concoction with milk, cloves and a pie crust. He tasted it. "You're right. Let's get Mom."
At the casino.
"Marge, we think-" Homer said.
"I just won sixty dollars!" Marge cheered.
"Woohoo!" Homer cheered and took the money. "Problem solved!"
Lisa sighed.
At home they ordered a pizza.
"Cowabunga!" Bart and Michelangelo yelled again.
Lisa sighed exasperated. She was concerned. "Dad we can't keep having take aways every night! Get Mom away from those slot machines!"
"I like this new free spirited version of your mother." said Homer.
Oscar was eating pizza.
"But Dad!" Lisa whined.
"Not another word!" Homer said sharply.
...
However one night...
Lisa woke Homer up.
"Dad I had a bad dream!" said Lisa.
"That's ok dear. You just climb in next to me and tell Daddy all about it..." Homer said sleepily.
"Well, I know this is silly but I dreamt the boogeyman was after me..." Lisa explained. Homer overreacted...
"Ah! Boogeyman!" Homer screamed. He stormed into Bart's room waking him up. "Bart, I don't want to alarm you, but there could be a boogeyman or boogeymen in this house!"
Bart screamed.
Homer woke Maggie and Oscar from their cribs and barricaded himself and the kids in the master bedroom.
Eventually Marge came home late only to find a massive hole blasted in the master bedroom door. Inside Homer and the kids had made a bed fort and were quivering with fear. Homer was brandishing a shotgun.
"What happened?" Marge gasped.
"Oh nothing Marge. Just a little incident with The boogeyman!" Homer threw the shotgun. It went off. "Of course none of this would have happened if you were here to stop me from doing something stupid!"
Marge sighed. "I have been neglecting you all lately..."
"Okay maybe try to be home a bit more often. Just so I don't do any more stupid things..." said Homer.
"Dad we're too traumatised to sleep!" Bart ranted.
"And I still need changing! Change my diaper!" Oscar ranted.
The next night Marge didn't come home till late again. They had another monster scare but this time from the Boogieman. The disco loving Boogeyman from The Powerpuff Girls.
Disco Stu somehow turned up to dance to disco music with the Boogieman.
(Disco music playing.) and disco lights etc.
Homer and the kids in their pyjamas had horrified expressions mortified by this expression of appreciation of disco!
Marge came home to find Disco Stu and the Boogieman from the Powerpuff Girls having a disco.
"I am the grooviest monster on the dance floor!" said the Boogieman doing the Night Fever dance.
Marge sighed.
...
However she went back to gambling the next night.
At the casino Homer was blackjack dealer again. James Bont, a clear parody of James Bond was playing against all his enemies. Ie Blofeld, Oddjob, Goldfinger and Jaws.
Anyway it turns out the game was poker. Um all card games are the same to me.
Homer forgot to remove the jokers from the deck.
"I have a deck of Simpsons themed cards where all the jokers are Bart." said Oscar.
Bart grinned sheepishly.
"At least tell me your latest plan for world domination!" said James Bont.
"Oh I'm not falling for that one again..." said Blofeld.
At the roulette table Grampa Simpson was taking too long to roll the dice.
"Hurry up!" said Jasper.
Abe ended up with the dice in his slippers. Yeeeeuck! "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Hugo had escaped the attic and was helping himself to the casino's buffet. He was collecting King Crab legs.
A primitive tribes man was eating the macaroni cheese. "I don't even like macaroni cheese!"
Hugo rolled his eyes.
The men with the tigers were attacked by their white tiger.
"Aaaaaagh! Bad tiger!" The spoofs of Siegfried and Roy screamed.
Ray from Beyblade or Gayblade winced. "Okay Driger you can stop now..."
Marge passed Homer's table she was clearly addicted to being in the casino.
"Hey Marge I bet it feels weird being a casino after your big protest against legalised gambling..." said Homer.
"I was for the casino!" Marge said sharply.
"Wrong again Marge! I have a photographic memory." said Homer.
"Homer, an alligator wearing a suit is not one of our neighbours..." said Marge.
...
"Dad! Mom promised me to make my costume! If I'm not dressed as something representing Frorida I'll be the laughing stock of the whole school!" Lisa whined.
Homer made her a costume out of wall insulation or something with Florida written on it with marker pen and an orange taped to it.
"And here are our two students whose costumes were obviously made by their parents..." Skinner sighed.
Ralph had a piece of paper stuck to him that was labelled "Idaho"
Lisa was crying over her bad costume that night.
"I'm not a state! I'm a monster!" She sobbed.
Homer teared up. "No. You're not. The only monster is the one who has enslaved your mother! I call him Gamblor! Now we must snatch her from his neon claws!"
"Uh okay..." said Lisa.
Homer bursted into the casino causing mayhem.
In the security room.
"Smithers! I don't want that man in my casino!" said Mr Burns.
"I'll call security." said Smithers.
Homer encountered Gamblor a giant, demonic slot machine robot. It had Marge in its neon claws.
"Homer! Save me!" said Marge.
"You monster! Unhindered my wife!" Homer yelled.
"You cannot stop me!" said Gamblor in a demonic voice.
Bartman and Bartgirl appeared.
"This is the end, Gamblor!" They declared.
The story ended on to be continued...?
Plot 3Boogey Nights
One night, nine years ago. Bart was sleeping in his clown bed when he heard a deep voice.
"Hi Bart."
"Who's there?" Bart quivered.
"Why the boogeyman of course!" said the boogeyman.
Bart cried loudly and woke up the entire house.
Eventually he was huddled up with Marge and Homer.
"Hmmmmm! Homer we can't have this every night! Do something!" said Marge.
"Can't sleep. Boogeyman will eat me! Boogeyman will eat me!" Toddler Bart repeated while shivering.
The following night, Homer checked in Bart's cupboard and under his bed.
"There's no monsters anywhere! Now go to sleep!" said Homer.
However after he went to bed, the voice spoke again.
"Hey Bart. I've got ice cream down here." said the boogeyman.
"Like I'm dumb enough to believe that... You're gonna eat me, aren't you?" said baby Bart.
"Smart kid..." the boogeyman muttered.
Marge and Homer tried everything. They tried having Chuckie sleepover.
"No! I don't voice Chuckie yet!" Bart yelled.
"Yeah but we both have a monster under our new beds." said Chuckie.
"Okay fine! I'll go out and buy a super sized cot! You big baby!" Homer ranted.
Bart and Chuckie shrugged.
...
The Simpsons decided to let Bart stay over at the Flanders until they got rid of the boogeyman.
Bart was embarrassed at bed time as toddler Rod was watching him have his diaper changed. Then he kept him up all night singing joy in my heart.
Meanwhile Homer baited Bart's clown bed with a plate of meat. The meat got eaten and he saw evidence of a boogeyman.
"Alright get out from under there." Homer pointed his shotgun under Bart's clown bed. A shadowy creature with claws and red eyes appeared. Homer screamed and ran away.
The boogeyman scratched his head wondering what just happened.
At the Flanders Bart had to deal with Baby Rod's antics. Why the deuce Todd is alive in the flashbacks I don't know!
"Iron helps me play!" said Rod.
Baby Bart wearing a turban winced.
Then they got out the board games.
"I can't play that one. It has a cartoon devil on the box." said Rod.
Bart groaned.
Chuckie was being traumatised by Angelica who also probably gave millions of nineties kids night terrors of monsters under the bed as she told a story of a boy being dragged under his bed and eaten by a monster.
"Her parents should really stop her from telling those sort of stories..." said Baby Oscar.
Bart winced as I kept referencing Rugrats.
Bart, Oscar and Rod then watched Christian cartoons.
Bart groaned bored and toddled off elsewhere.
Oscar laughed and was being demented again over Veggie Tales.
"PICKLE JESUS! Gahahahaha!"
Bart grimaced.
"Hello Joe!" said Grandma Flanders.
...
Another night after his sleepover. Bart was in bed when the boogeyman revealed himself. Bart was so scared he wet his diaper. He grimaced and made a disgusted face when he realised he wet his diaper.
"I'm gonna eat you now!" said The boogeyman.
"Sorry but the clown bed's got dibs on me." said Bart sitting up in bed in his pale blue footed pyjamas with yellow spots. The clown bed was holding a knife and folk.
"Ahhhh! Clown!" The boogeyman vanished into the darkness.
"Well I guess no one likes clowns!" said baby Bart.
From then on he slept soundly.
The end.
Bart's Casino
Bart had invited his friends to his treehouse that evening and set it up to be a casino. He spent some of his money upgrading it with 2x4 technology. It was a lot bigger on the inside now.
Bart hired some acts. Firstly he tricked Robert Goulet at the airport to coming to his casino.
"Are you from the casino?" Robert Goulet asked.
"I'm from a casino..." Bart replied.
"Close enough. Let's go kid." said Robert.
Bart rode him home on his bike.
"Um sir, Robert Goulet appears to have been scalped by another casino..." said Smithers.
"Oh drat! Hire those loveable young men with the tigers..." said Mr Burns. His hair was overgrown and so were his finger and toenails. He was bedridden.
Robert climbed up to the treehouse. But realised he had been had,
"Wait, I should call my agent." said Robert.
"Your agent says for you to shut up!" yelled Nelson.
"Gloria said that?!" Robert asked.
Bart's casino had Milhouse as a magician.
"And now for my next trick, Shrodinger's cat." said Milhouse.
He was trying to put Snowball II in a box but she didn't want to go. She hissed and screamed while scratching him, then another identical cat burst out of the box and attacked him.
"Coooool! He cloned Snowball II!" said Oscar.
Bart made a O_o face. "Um... and now for the act you've all been waiting for! Put your hands together for Robert Goulet!" said Bart.
Everyone cheered as Robert Goulet arrived. He humbly thanked them.
"No really, you're all too kind!" said Robert.
He suddenly started singing a silly version of Jingle bells. "Jingle bells, Batman smells. Robin laid an egg. The Batmobile lost its wheel and the joker got away."
However he accidentally swung the microphone at Milhouse and hit him in the eye.
"Ow!"
"Oh I'm sorry kid!" Robert apologised to him.
Then Bart set up a poker table. He had to remind Oscar Strip poker wasn't allowed in his casino.
Oscar sighed disappointed.
"Oz no! No strip poker!" Bart explained.
"Hey who put a charizard in the deck?" Milhouse asked annoyed as a Pokemon card was in the deck.
Bart laughed hysterically.
Milhouse sighed and took out the Pokemon card and shuffled the deck.
They then got to playing.
"Pass me some chips Bart." said Nelson.
Oscar started choking.
"Oh my god!" Bart yelled. He started giving Oscar the heimlich. He coughed up a poker chip.
"Oscar... those aren't food! Don't eat them!" Bart told him off for mistaking the poker chips for potato chips.
Then the British guy offered his services to give the casino a British theme.
"Britannia! The finest British casino in Springfield!"
"Uh no..." said Bart.
"With the finest cocktail girls in all of Westminster!" The British guy continued.
"Tom Collins Guvnor? Wotcha!" said a pale skinned, shrill voiced lady with bad teeth.
"Get out! Get oooooouuut!" Oscar snapped. "That is a slanderous portrayal of British people! We do not have pale skin, bad teeth or shrill voices!"
Then Marge was invited up there when she asked what Bart was doing.
"Welcome to my fabulous Treehouse Casino." said Bart wearing a suit.
"I'm not so sure about this, Bart." said Marge.
"Come on, Mom, I'm just doing what kids do everywhere. Imitate their parent's terrible behaviour." said Bart.
Marge sighed.
Meanwhile Homer killed the closet monster and several other child's make believe monsters by shooting them with a shotgun.
At night Bart's friends in his casino tree house bothered Lisa.
"Man, this is the life. Chatting with the cocktail waitresses. Janey! Looking good! Get my man Milhouse another lemonade! He's losing lunch money at the craps table." Bart saw something disturbing. "No Oz Do not use the Craps table as a litter box!"
"But it's a craps table..." Oscar whined. He had his pants down sat on the craps table trying to poop.
Bart winced.
"I better check for shenanigans at the crazy 8s table..."
Lisa's room.
Lisa can't sleep because of the noise and lights from Bart's treehouse. Which some how had room for all of fourth and second grade.
"Ugh, Bart's Treehouse Casino is driving me crazy. All night long, kids are making noise and playing music, right outside my bedroom window. If I hear Nelson yell "big wins" one more time I'll scream." Lisa groaned sat up in bed.
"Big wins!" Nelson yelled.
"Aaaaaaagh!" Lisa screamed.
Lisa went outside to the treehouse.
"Bart!" She yelled.
"No pyjamas..." Bart didn't allow pyjamas or nighties during casino hours.
"Screw you fashion fuhrer! I'll wear my pyjamas in your casino if I want!" Oscar yelled.
"No you won't..." Bart groaned.
"Bart! Listen to me!" Lisa yelled up to his tree house.
"Yes sis?" Bart sighed.
"I can't sleep from the racket in your treehouse casino! It's right outside my bedroom window!" said Lisa.
"I'm a casino boss. My job is making problems go away." said Bart sympathetically.
"So you'll shut down for the night?" Lisa asked.
"Hell no. We're switching bedrooms." Bart glared at her.
"Sure, be prepared to put up with my cutesy Happy Little Elves stuff and girls stuff." said Lisa.
Bart winced.
Then something occurred to Lisa.
"Oh but you'll have competition from Oscar. He wants my room too! Mostly he just wants my Happy Little Elves stuff. Especially my picture of the curious bear cub and Yendor." said Lisa.
"I was being facetious! Now go back inside and stop trying to get my casino shut down!" Bart yelled.
Meanwhile after defeating Gamblor Homer and Marge went home from Burns's casino.
"Well I'm never gambling again..." said Marge.
"Well that's okay dear. Because you have a gambling problem!" said Homer teasing her.
"Yes dear..." said Marge.
"Hey remember when I thought that drunk hobo was Santa Clause and I let him in the house? Well you have a gambling problem!" said Homer.
"Homer stop that!" said Marge.
"Oh, sure! Remember when I got caught stealing all those watches from Sears? Well, that's nothing, because you have a gambling problem!" Homer teased her.
"Homer!" Marge said sharply.
The end!