Sweet but a Psycho After another disruptive prank Bart is strongly suggested he try his Focusuyn, despite Oscar's protests. However it makes him very weird. Meanwhile Hugo's pet pigeon rat becomes a real problem when he has head pigeons in class!
Plot
The chalkboard gag is "I will only do this once a year."
The couch gag is the Simpsons as painting by numbers drawings. Cartoonists run in and paint them. They accidentally give Marge green hair and a blue dress. She hrmmmmmms grumpily so they recolour her in properly. Bart laughs.
The episode starts with the Simpsons minus Lisa at church. She's meditating at her temple with Richard Gere. Bart is mucking about with a laser pen.
"Look! Reverend Lovejoy has converted to Hinduism!" said Bart pointing a laser beam at his head.
"Oh bud bud bud!" said Oscar in a racist accent pretending to sound Indian.
"No it's a sniper! Get down Reverend!" Homer leaps on Reverend Lovejoy to save him from the imaginary sniper.
"Homer..." Lovejoy told him off for jumping on him.
"Homer sit down..." said Marge. Bart laughed as he wrote rude things on Reverend Lovejoy's head with a laser pen. "Hmmmm!" Marge confiscated his laser pen. Bart sighed and sat bored.
He then played with his blue haired troll doll singing in "Doo de doo doo!" Sounds while making it dance until Marge confiscated it.
"I don't want you playing with something that has such bizarre hair! Such awful, awful hair..." said Marge.
Bart sat extremely bored.
Hugo tried to eat a bible while growling like a dog.
"Hugo! Stop that!" Marge confiscates the bible from him.
"I told you he needs Ritalin or something..." said Homer.
"Ooooooh!" Marge sounded annoyed.
Bart took out a Gameboy and played a violent game on it. Marge confiscated his Gameboy. He played paddle ball she confiscated that but with an even more annoyed grumble. Then he took out his switch blade. She gasped horrified and took it.
"Can't I play with anything?" Bart groaned.
"No! You're supposed to be sitting quietly and listening to the Reverend! Look everyone is staring!
"Actually we're staring Marge because you're yelling. We're not bothered really in Bart's blasphemous behaviour." said Lenny.
"I'm bothered!" said Dr Hibbert frowning at Bart.
"Your son is out of control Marge!" said Helen being overly dramatic as usual.
Marge was embarrassed.
In the car ride home.
"Why the crap do we have to go to church anyway?" Bart whined.
"You just answered your own question potty mouth!" said Marge. "You need to learn to love your fellow man and live a- Bart! Stop doing that chatterbox hand gesture when I'm speaking to you!"
Bart was doing the chat chat chat hand gesture for when someone is talking too much.
Bart's behaviour did not improve...
The following Sunday he was playing paddle ball in church when the string broke and Lenny accidentally swallowed his ball and choked. Moe gave him the Heimlich manoeuvre but the ball flew into Ned's mouth, then when he brought it up it went into Bernice's then Luanne's then a drummer from the blue man group and he brought up several accidentally swallowed balls causing him to lose his blue skin meaning they were perpetually asphyxiated?! Um...
Then Bart did something with a plank of wood and a rope and pulled on it as everyone kneeled to pray. There was a painful cracking sound and everyone cried out in pain. Bart laughed deviously.
...
Marge and Homer took Bart to a psychiatrist for the umpteenth time in his life over his disruptive behaviour.
"We've tried everything doc! From hitting him to strangling him..." Homer whined.
The psychiatrist frowned at Homer when he mentioned he strangled his own son.
"We just don't know where to turn!" Marge sobbed.
"Hmmmm... have you tried Ficusyn?" The psychiatrist asked.
"Uh Bart's friend who is living with us doesn't agree with medicating bad behaviour..." said Marge.
"Marge why are we still listening to that snot nosed little punk..." said Homer.
"Your husband tells me from his body language that you are terrorised by a wayward nine year old. No wonder your son is out of control!" said the psychiatrist.
Marge and Homer went to the science lab to get more Focusyn. However it was being attacked by angry Clownjas, upset it put a stop to 44% of class clownism. Hehehe! Clowns. And Drop Dead Fred.
"I'm fatally allergic to my friend who imagines me taking antipsychotic medicine..." said Fred.
(Clownjas chattering and yapping)
(Things breaking)
"Um do you have any more Focusyn?" Homer asked.
Oscar was not pleased to hear Bart was put on Focusyn again. And he was furious to hear a psychiatrist bad mouth him.
"Why that smart mouthed bearded! I'll show him who's a delinquent!" Oscar stormed off to have a few words... and bullets with the psychiatrist. "And there is no way I am gonna allow you to medicate anyone with those brainwashing pills!" Oscar added as he left.
"Oscar it's not brainwashing..." said Marge.
...
Bart once again was reluctant to take his medication. Especially when Homer was forcefully making him take it.
"Bart! You get down from your treehouse now!" Homer yelled in his season one angry voice.
"Homer! Don't threaten him! He's not exactly going to listen when you're screaming at him like that!" Marge explained. She tried a gentle approach. "Bart. No one is gonna make you take those pills..." said Marge.
"Really?" said Bart.
"Yes dear. You can even tell Oscar that. But you will take them for me though?" said Marge.
"Mmmm..." Bart wanted to because he saw Marge's trusting face that she really had faith in him to do the right thing.
"Sweetie I know you don't want to, but they're just to calm you down. Sometimes you just get a little over excited..." said Marge.
"You're darn right I get a little excited! You might say I'm hyperactive!" said Bart.
"Yes dear, we were afraid of that ADHD diagnosis..." said Marge.
"Okay, for you mom I'll try..." said Bart. He took his Focusyn.
"Thanks dear. I know was hard to do." said Marge.
"Nicely done Marge! And here I was going to bribe him with this Focusyn laced taffy..." said Homer holding a pink ball of taffy with Focusyn pills mixed in with the gooey taffy. "Mmmmm... taffy..." said Homer as he took a bite of the taffy. But the Focusyn has a very weird effect on him. He danced about making odd noises.
Marge sighed.
...
The next morning before school.
"Hi sweetie how are you feeling?" Marge asked Bart.
"Well I think I'm feeling some side effects from the dope." said Bart.
"It's not dope! It's just something to help you focus!" said Marge.
"Well all I know is my balls wont fit in my pants anymore." said Bart with extremely enlarged testicles...
"Bart! Get those oranges out of there!" said Marge.
Bart chuckled and gave her back the oranges.
"Hehehe! You just gave me an idea for my Halloween costume..." said Oscar.
"Uh I'd rather not know..." said Bart.
"Back in the lunches you go." said Marge as she put the oranges in their lunches... Eeeeew!
"Eeeeeeew! Mom!" Lisa whined.
"Oh grow up!" said Marge.
"Yeah grow up Lis..." said Bart.
...
Bart was on the climbing frame comparing his medication with Milhouse.
"Apparently I'm ADHD now and need to take these pills or I'll go coo coo bananas." said Bart.
"He says his mom isn't making him but I don't believe that for one second..." said Oscar.
"Oz I wouldn't make that up! Mom is really easy going a lot of the time! It was Dad that tried to force me to take these." said Bart.
"So why are you taking them then?" said Oscar.
"Maybe I am a little too hyperactive... I couldn't sit straight through history last week..." said Bart.
"That's because I put itching powder down your pants..." said Oscar.
"Well I have take this for depression. This for anxiety. And this stops me acting like a chicken." said Milhouse.
"Cooooool! Let's deprive you of this one! I want to see you act like a chicken!" said Bart.
"I have to take hormones to lower my voice." said Martin.
"No your voice is like that because you're Minnie Mouse..." said Oscar.
"I am not!" said Martin annoyed.
"Oscar you need to get that out of your system..." said Bart.
"I have to wear a shock collar." said Nelson wearing a shock collar.
"Eeeerrrr... why?" Bart asked.
"I dunno. Ow!" Nelson got an electric shock.
"Why did that happen?" said Milhouse.
"I was thinking about punching one of you..." said Nelson.
Oscar was not interested in their conversation.
"So do you have to take anything Oz?" said Bart.
"Nobody make me take anything!" said Oscar. "Well a psychiatrist once prescribed me some Ritalin to (finger quotes) control my behaviour from my Aspergers. But I broke his kneecaps and threw my meds away."
"Oz you know full well that makes me angry hearing you do such horrible things!" Bart yelled.
"I was a political prisoner!" said Oscar.
"How?! How were you a political prisoner?" Bart yelled.
"I was being brainwashed with crazy pills! Do I have to draw ya a picture?!" Oscar retorted.
...
In class Bart was reading when Milhouse disrupted the class because there were dogs outside fighting.
"Look! There's dogs fighting!"
Everyone went to the window to look outside.
(Chatter)
However Mrs Krabappel was astonished to find Bart sitting down quietly reading. Along with Martin who would usually be the only one sit down quietly ignoring his classmates and their behaviour.
Edna gasped.
"What? Can't a guy sit down and read quietly?" said Bart.
...
However things started to get weird. Bart was strangely absent from watching Krusty the clown. He missed Krusty nearly choke to death because a prop manager accidentally made his gag bow tie choke him.
"Bart! Krusty just fired his prop manager!" said Lisa.
"I'm reading..." said Bart wearing half moon glasses. He was intellectual Bart again. That usually meant something was seriously wrong.
"Yeah right..." said Lisa. He was reading 7 habits of preteen boys. "Is this just you zombie pills? Woooooooo!" Lisa mocked him.
"Perhaps... but did you know humans only use ten percent of their brain?" said Bart. "I'm currently using a hundred percent!" He had a psychotic look in his eyes as his pupils were tiny. "Now my mind is focused like a laser beam!"
"I love lasers..." said Oscar.
"Bart you're scaring me!" said Lisa.
"Well all I know is I drew that formula on my bedroom wall." said Bart. There was a complex mathematical formula on his bedroom wall.
"Oh my god! This makes perfect sense!" said Lisa.
Eerie music played.
At dinner Bart did not muck about, say silly prayers to annoy Homer like "Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub!" Or eat like a pig or have gross conversations. In fact he has very polite conversation.
"This dinner is missing something. Oh yeah Bart acting like a freak and ruining dinner. I'll compensate for him. Bleeeeeh agrrrrrghhhjjmglob!" Oscar made a mess of his dinner getting it splattered every where and making demented faces.
"Oscar stop that! That's why you have to wear a napkin!" said Marge.
"Uh Marge..." Oscar asked as Hugo was eating his napkin while it was still tied around his neck.
"Hugo stop eating the napkins..." Marge sighed.
Lisa was concerned with Bart.
"And Hugo's napkin eating but mostly Bart." said Lisa.
Plot 2
Lisa came up to speak to Bart only to find his room dark. He was in there writing and had his plastic soldiers out again.
"Oh brother..." said Lisa. She turned on his bedroom light.
"Turn out that light!" Bart yelled. He had bags under his eyes.
"Okay geez!" said Lisa. "I'm just worried because you're straining your eyes trying to read in the dark."
"Okay sorry I snapped. I'm just on edge. The sports satellites are reading our minds!" said Bart wearing tin foil on his head.
"Don't be ridiculous Bart! I suppose that why you're wearing a tin foil hat..." said Lisa.
"No that's to keep the Dark ones from reading my mind..." said Bart.
"The Dark ones?!" Lisa asked.
"We are the Dark ones!" said a scary voice done by Maurice Lamarche.
"Eek! Show yourself!" Lisa yelled.
"We do not have to answer to you!" said the Dark ones.
"I'd explain more but you have to wear a Tin foil hat to block out the Dark ones or they'll kill you..." said Bart. "Wanna hear my play I wrote?"
"No! Absolutely not!" said Lisa.
"Oh well I'm reading it to you anyway!" said Bart. He coughed and put on a funny voice. "Kippers for breakfast? 'Tis it St Swivens day already Aunt Helga? 'Tiiiiiiiiis! replied Aunt Helga." Bart recited his painful to listen to play.
Lisa screamed and ran away.
Bart smirked.
He continued.
"It was the height of springtime; the grass was growing up; leaves were springing from the ground; flowers were blooming; and the sun shone. When a group of villagers walked in the village streets, a number of little lads and girls played truant in the bushes, or dived from the high hedge tops into the ditch at the foot of the hedge. A few days before, three of the lads had been caught and severely thrashed by Hilda, An old hag who ran the bakery. People had names like Helga and Hilda back then and adults regularly would beat and thrash the children for the slightest bit of misbehaviour."
Oscar liked the play for some reason...
...
Lisa got Mom and Dad to see something was not right with Bart. He had purchased lots of tin foil from Jamazon. They conveniently delivered by drone. A drone dropped off some tin foil.
Bart was humming while writing more of his awful play about Aunt Helga.
"Oh so he's writing terrible plays and buying lots of tin foil! Big deal..." said Homer.
Marge sighed concerned.
However when they got home one night to find Lisa in her nightie on the door step they realised something was horribly wrong...
"Bart's been acting really funny..." said Lisa.
"Ray J funny or OJ funny?" said Homer.
"You'll see..." said Lisa.
In his darkened room Bart was muttering and dressing himself in tin foil while wearing a dust pin lid on his head. There where hangers hanging from the ceiling on strings.
"Close the door!" Bart ordered them. "You're probably wondering about the hangers. They're to stop the satellite that's reading my thoughts!" said Bart.
"Oh lord!" said Marge.
"Actually we're wondering why you're wrapped in tin foil..." said Homer.
"Radiation from the WiFi." said Bart.
"What's going on in here?" Oscar asked letting himself in. "Oh holy crap! A sixties Cyberman! Run! Run for your life!" He screamed. "Oh wait its just Bart wrapped in tin foil..."
"Hrrrrrrmmmm..." Marge sighed.
...
The following morning Marge rung up for an appointment to see the doctors who made Bart's Focusyn.
Bart was going about the house starting to look even more unhinged. In fact he was starting to resemble Hugo a bit.
Meanwhile Homer was annoyed to find Oscar had wrapped everything in the master bedroom in tin foil and put up a sign saying "Timelash. Danger! Do not enter!"
"Oscar!" Homer yelled.
Oscar turned dressed as a tinfoil,bubble wrap and cardboard box Dr Who monster.
"Fear the bad special effects! Fear them!" Oscar groaned in a spooky voice.
Homer face palmed.
...
Meanwhile in Mrs Krabappel's class.
Mrs Krabappel was teaching the class about the bubonic plague. Bart was paying attention but dressed in tin foil wearing a dustbin lid on his head.
"And that's why Ring o ring a roses refers to the horrible symptoms of the plague. Which are..." said Mrs Krabappel but she stammered, "which are..." because a pigeon settled on Hugo's head and cooed loudly.
"Hugo Simpson!" said Mrs Krabappel.
"Yes Mrs Krabappel?" Hugo asked.
"There's a pigeon on your head! You have head pigeons! Go to the nurse quickly before they spread to the other children." said Mrs Krabappel.
"Yes Ma'am!" said Hugo going to see Lunch Lady Doris who was also the school nurse.
After class Bart had to do lines. His were "I will not" But he suddenly attacked the chalkboard with a fire axe while laughing maniacally.
...
Marge took Hugo to see Dr Payne along with Bart.
"Well I don't see signs of crazy bird lady syndrome..." said Dr Payne.
"That's a syndrome?" Marge asked.
"Oh yes. Those ladies are very sick. I mean feeding pigeons? Honestly?! They're rats with wings!" said Dr Payne. I don't think he likes pigeons.
"I've gone one further Doc! Meet Freckles and Flaps!" said Hugo holding his pet pigeon rat. The pigeon cooed and the rat squeaked.
Dr Payne screamed. "Nurse! We have a code blue!"
...
At home Hugo was given a bath because a nurse suggested his bad hygiene attracted pigeons. Hugo just assumed he had a natural affinity to pigeons.
"When you've scrubbed behind your ears and rinsed off, Oscar could really use a friend..." said Marge.
"Anything for my saviour!" said Hugo bathing with a pigeon on his head.
He went up to the attic to find Oscar mooching looking miserable and watching Disney's the hunchback of Notre Dame on his Mypad.
"Now Ozzy, Ozzy, you tell ol Hugo all about it." Hugo spoke in time with Laverne the Gargoyle.
"It's nothing..." Oscar sighed. "Hugo... am I normal...?"
"Oh Ozzy... of course-" Hugo replied but a pigeon landed on his head. "I'D LIKE TO HAVE A MOMENT WITH THE BOY IF THAT'S OK WITH YOU?!" He yelled scaring away the pigeon.
Oscar giggled. "You do realise Hugo is the fat piggy Gargoyle..."
"That's really nice to say to your friend... not!" Hugo rolled his eyes.
...
Hugo was walking in the garden with a pigeon on his head.
"Hugo you're not the Pigeon king... that's just an urban legend involving a failed mascot of the fried chicken restaurant in town..." said Lisa.
"Sure I am." said Hugo. Pigeons landed on him. "Hello my feathery minions. Peace be with you."
However they were still perched on him while he was having a shower. "Guys! Can you give me ten minutes?!" He yelled.
One night before Halloween.
Bart was reading his script for the next Treehouse of Horror while sat in the kitchen.
Oscar came in dressed as a vampire with large swollen testicles. "Check out my Halloween costume! I'm Count Crotchula the bulging vampire!" said Oscar. "Look at my sharp teeth but look how big I am down there..." Oscar clearly had some oranges in his pants.
"That costume is ridiculous..." said crazy tin foil wearing Bart.
"Don't stifle my creativity Bart!" Oscar said annoyed. "What's down there? Can't be my pointy fangs because their up here. I'll let you in on a secret... Happy Halloween..." He whispered that last part in Bart's ear.
"Oscar have you got oranges in your pants..." Bart sighed.
...
Hugo came up to his science lab in the attic only to find it horribly wrecked and on fire and a large ominous glass capsule for a specimen broken and leaking fluid everywhere. "Oscar!" he yelled.
"You screamed..." said Count Crotchula Oscar.
"What happed in here?! My Rhinoceros man mutant has broken free?! You were supposed to be looking after the place!" said Hugo.
"Uh I left Igor to look after it, I thought he could handle it..." said Oscar. A Peter Lorre Igor laid dead and bloody under some wreckage.
"Handle it?! Igor couldn't even handle a raspberry schnapps let alone a rampaging rhinoceros man!" Hugo yelled.
"Eep! I'm sorry! Please don't be mad!" Oscar whined.
Hugo sighed and face palmed.
...
Oscar took Hugo to the fried chicken restaurant that used to have the Pigeon King as its mascot.
"Look I'm sorry your lab got smashed up and your rhinoceros man escaped! Don't ignore me!" Oscar whined.
"Oz I can't even look at you right now." said Hugo with pigeons on his head and shoulders.
Suddenly at the front of the queue was a hobo screaming for his slaw...
"I want my slaw!" He screamed.
"You have your slaw sir!" said the till worker.
"I want my slaw!"
"You have your slaw sir!"
"I want my slaw!"
"You have your slaw sir!"
Oscar and Hugo shrugged their shoulders as the weird argument over coleslaw continued.
"I want my slaaaaaaw!"
"You have your slaw sir!"
A goth lady interrupted the bizarre argument to serve Oscar and Hugo who were in the next queue. "What kinda chicken do you want meestah?"
"I want my Slaw!" The Hobo yelled.
"You have your slaw sir!"
"I want my Slaaaaaaw!"
"Actually we were just looking for some information about the Pigeon King." said Oscar.
The entire restaurant gasped before falling into silent shock at the mention of The Pigeon King.
A baby cried as a mother tried to feed him some fried chicken.
"Uh come round later after my shift ends! I'll tell you all!" said the goth lady.
"I want my Slaw!" The hobo yelled.
"Oh will you shut up!? I've given you your slaw!" The man working with his gothic colleague yelled.
Oscar and Hugo rolled their eyes and left.
...
Towards the end of the shift, the guy who was yelling at the hobo over his slaw was eating fries that were in a container in the sink with the dirty dish water.
"No! Those potatoes are bad!" said the goth lady.
"These potatoes are great!"
"Those potatoes are bad!"
"These potatoes are great!"
"They are bad, nasty potatoes!" said the goth lady.
"These potatoes are delicious!" said the guy eating dish water soaked fries.
...
Bart was becoming more and more creepy as he wore tinfoil and a dustbin lid all the time. He was outside flying a kite at night.
"I don't like Bart flying a kite at night... It just seems seedy..." said Marge at the bedroom window.
"Hello mother, dear..." said Bart in a creepy manner.
Marge furiously shut the curtains.
Oscar was annoying Ace by being Count Crotchula the bulging vampire.
"Get those oranges out of your pants! That's sick!" Ace yelled.
Plot 3
At the research lab.
"I understand the electrodes, but why does he have to be on a treadmill?" Marge asked why Bart was on treadmill jogging.
"Oh, that was his idea. He said he felt fat." said the lady scientist.
"Oh." said Marge. "Why is he only in his underwear?"
"Oh that was Jared Fogle's idea. Waitaminute!" said the lady scientist before suddenly realising.
Jared was leering at Bart.
"You said he was concerned about satellites?" said the male scientist.
"And their beams." said Homer.
"Any other strange behavior?" asked the scientist.
"He quit blinking. He says that's when they get you." said Homer.
"I had a feeling this might happen. This carboxyl group sometimes causes problems." said the lady scientist.
"After we trusted you!" (Grunting) Homer strangled a model of a complex of atoms linked together.
"I think we should take him off the drug." said Marge.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! You can't just go "off' Focusyn." said the scientist feeling "Whoa! Hold up." Probably because he is making money dosing kids with Focusyn.
"But we can ease Bart onto one of its sister drugs... like chlorhexinol, and augment that with some phenolbutamine." said the lady scientist.
"Hmm, and maybe some cyclobenzanone?" asked the male scientist who apparently is her husband.
"That's a great idea!" said the lady scientist.
(Grunts) Bart pulled off the monitoring suction cups and ran out of the treadmill room suddenly clothed. "No! You can't take my Focusyn. I need every brain cell blazing to outwit my invisible enemies."
"I know you love Focusyn, son, but in time... you'll get just as attached to these three amigos." Said the male scientist holding pills.
"No!" Bart yelled.
Bart took a rather large dose of Focusyn and released the Guinea pigs at the Focusyn labs.
The Guinea pigs escaped running away squeaking. Awwwwww! Guinea pigs! Oscar squeals at the guinea pigs.
"Oh no! The guinea pigs!" said the scientists.
"No Bart!" Marge gasped.
"Someone's gonna have a tummy ache!" Homer chuckled.
Marge frowned at him.
...
Then Bart high on Focusyn went to the military boot camp and stole a tank. He drove it in a rampage only to grimace as he was joined by Oscar driving a floating tank using the Dodo cheat from Grand Theft Auto to make it float. Then after him was his friend Irrep driving a tank wearing a green army helmet laughing madly. Then Pierce Brosnan as James Bond driving a tank through St Petersburg and then the Newgrounds logo.
"Oz! No!" Bart whined still finding Oscar's silliness annoying.
"Grand Theft Auto!" Oscar yelled.
"Micro Machines!" Irrep yelled laughing maniacally.
Bart slammed his head on the tank in frustration as he continued his rampage. Along the way he saw Judge Harm, one of his sworn enemies and driver after her to run her over. She screamed and ran away.
Elsewhere Hugo still had head pigeons.
Oscar and GIR were watching some random cartoon about a monkey.
"That horrible monkey?!" Zim gasped.
"Mmmm hmmmm." said GIR.
Bart drove down the road and put the tank radio on. It played Fleetwood Mac's Don't stop thinking about tomorrow.
(Music)
Bart winced.
Then he crushed Skinner's car which made Nelson and Jimbo's gang very happy.
"Yaaaaaay! Go Bart!" The bullies cheered.
"Bart no!" Skinner cried as Bart wanted to shoot the school with a tank shell.
"Bart no!" Marge called as she ran to stop him.
"Bart yes!" Oscar cheered.
The Grown ups glared at him.
However Bart readjusted his aim into the air and shot a shell into the air. Some moments later a space satellite fell down In ruins.
"There! That sports satellite was spying on us!" said Bart getting out of his tank.
There was slow clapping.
"Right you are Bart Simpson..." said sports executives and commentators and Rupert Murdoch glaring at Bart. "You have seen through our evil plan!"
"Why are you reading our minds?" Lisa asked.
"Subliminal messaging." said Rupert Murdoch.
Wiggum then arrested Bart for stealing a tank and all the carnage he caused.
"Bart you're under arrest for um... well all the carnage you caused with that tank." said Wiggum.
But Hugo with approval from his mom, unleashed his pigeons, "fly my pretties! Fly! Mwuhahahaha!" The pigeons dive bombed Wiggum and he ran away.
"Ugh! Gross! Ow! Stop pecking me!" Wiggum whined.
Marge decided as she spoke to Bart that he didn't need Focusyn as it was too dangerous. "From now on you'll just be on Ritalin." said Marge.
Bart sang Popeye the sailor man! And did the pipe toot.
The end.
