The Simpsons family was sitting around the breakfast table, eating their breakfast rather quickly. Upon finishing their breakfast, they each held a burping contest to see who could let out the loudest burp, with Maggie letting out the largest burp of them all.

"And Maggie wins the burping contest once again!" Marge announced with a proud tone of voice.

"How she manages to let out burps that loud at her age continues to baffle me to this very day..." Bart sighed and scratched his head in confusion.

"Don't think about it too much, Bart. These are just silly games we play for fun, no need to overthink them so much." Lisa told her big brother with a reassuring smile.

"That's one way of looking at it." Homer nodded at Lisa's words. Suddenly, the family could hear the clattering of the mailbox, indicating the family had received mail. "Hey, we got mail!" Homer exclaimed.

"I'll go pick it up." Marge offered as she got up from her seat and walked over to the front door to pick up the mail the family had received and then walked back to the kitchen, looking through the letters before freezing when she saw one of the letters. "T-There's no way..." Marge said in shock.

"Do we really wanna know, Marge?" Homer asked in an uninterested tone of voice, folding his arms in front of his chest with an equally uninterested look on his face.

"I...I think we should all know, Homie. It's a letter...from Fred and Richard." Marge informed her husband, after which Homer's eyes widened and he gasped in shock.

"Fred and Richard?! What does that letter say?!" Homer asked, his interest in the letter now being piqued.

"Fred and Richard? Who are that?" Bart asked as he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, I don't think I've heard of those two either..." Lisa chimed in, looking just as confused as Bart was.

"Well, then I think it's about time that you knew who they are, kids; Fred and Richard were essentially our kids before you came along." Marge began to explain to her children.

"Really?" Bart and Lisa asked in unison, being interested in the story they were about to be told.

"Yes. When your father and I were young, we met Fred and Richard during a vacation we took to Key Town, Florida." Marge explained as a flashback began of a young Homer and Marge driving through Key Town, Florida, USA. They soon parked their car and entered their hotel, and after settling into their hotel room, they went out for a walk across the pier of Key Town.

"'Ey, sir. Ma'am. Could ye spare us a dime?" A teenage voice sounded with a thick Scottish accent, after which Homer and Marge looked at the source of the voice. In front of them sat a teenage boy who looked to be about 14 years old and had the same hair as Bart, although it was being covered by a worn out blue and white baseball cap. His eyes were also constantly in a frowning position, and he wore a dirty white V-neck t-shirt underneath an unzipped dirty light gray hoodie along with torn dirty light gray jeans and worn out white running shoes. Next to him sat a young boy who looked to be about 10 years old, and he had messy blond hair that he wore a worn out black beanie over, along with a dirty dark green t-shirt that he wore an unzipped dirty dark blue track jacket over, along with torn dirty blue jeans and worn out black cleats.

Marge gasped in shock as she saw the two kids, who were sitting inside a cardboard box. "Oh, you poor little things! What are you two doing here, sitting by yourselves in a cardboard box on this pier?!" She asked them with a concerned tone of voice.

"We're homeless, ma'am. Me an' me brother came ta America on a boat from Scotland after our mum died. Our dad left home right after me brother was born, an' after our mum died, we didn't 'ave anywhere else ta go, since we don't 'ave any aunts or uncles, an' both our maternal an' paternal grandparents are dead." The 14 year old boy explained.

"Aye, so we came ta America, an' we've been driftin' 'round the country, workin' several jobs ta earn money since then." The 10 year old boy chimed in, his Scottish accent being just as thick as his older brother's.

Marge gasped in shock once more. "Oh, you poor little things! If you don't have anywhere else to stay, you could stay with me and my husband! Isn't that right, Homie?" She turned to her husband with a pleading look.

Homer looked at Marge, then at the homeless boys, then back at Marge and sighed. "Yeah, they can stay with us, Marge..." He gave in to the idea, since he knew how Marge would react if he declined to take the boys in.

"Oh, good!" Marge beamed as she turned back to the boys with a smile on her face. "Well, you can stay with us, boys. Come on, and we'll get you two cleaned up, as well as some clean clothes and a proper meal." She told the boys.

The homeless boys grinned as they got up from where they were sitting, grabbing the backpacks they had with them. "Oh, thank ye so much, ma'am! Ye 'ave no idea 'ow much this means ta us!" The 14 year old boy beamed.

"Aye, yer prob'ly the nicest person we met since comin' ta the States!" The 10 year old boy added.

Marge smiled and nodded. "By the way, do you boys have a name?" She asked the boys curiously.

"Aye. Me name's Frederick, but ye can just call me Fred if ye wish." The 14 year old boy told her.

"An' me name's Richard. Call me whatever fancies ye most." The 10 year old boy told her. The boys then began walking back to the hotel with Homer and Marge, which is where the flashback ended.

"Fred and Richard ended up staying with us until they were old enough to live on their own, and they ended up moving to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where they started a coffee shop together." Marge then explained to her kids.

"Mhm. We still kept in touch after that, calling each other over the phone every now and then and chatting it up about the good old days. Every Christmas, we send them a card too." Homer chimed in.

Bart and Lisa looked at each other before looking back at their parents. "So what's in the letter from Fred and Richard?" Lisa then asked curiously.

"It says..."Dear Homer an' Marge, it's been a while since we last spoke ta each other. We're writin' this letter ta ye with a big announcement; We're movin' ta yer hometown o' Springfield! Our quaint coffee shop in Philadelphia ain't as grand as it used ta be, so we talked 'bout gettin' outta Philadelphia an' movin' down ta Springfield so we can spend more time with ye an' yer family. We 'ope ta see ye soon. – Sincerely, Fred an' Richard Capaldi"" Marge read the letter out loud.

Homer gasped in shock once more. "Fred and Richard are moving to Springfield?! This is gonna be exciting! Woohoo!" He cheered happily.

"Whoa, I can't wait to meet Fred and Richard! I bet those two are gonna be a lot of fun to be around!" Bart grinned.

"I wonder what tales they have to tell about what life back in Scotland was like when they were younger..." Lisa mused out loud.

"Oh, you'll find out what Fred and Richard are like, kids. Very soon indeed." Marge smiled at her kids.