Papa Don't Leech Homer kills Grampa after a deadly car crash because he has had enough of him. Mayor Quimby runs out of money when he has to pay for his Girl Scout cookies so he steals from Lisa. Then Lurleen returns, with her long lost father who's leeching off of her. And Lisa gets possessed by Madonna.
Plot
The couch gag is a paintbrush painting the Simpsons on the couch.
...
The episode opens with Homer and Grampa driving about at night.
"Dad, are you sure you're okay to drive at night?" Homer asked Abe.
Abe was allowed to drive for some reason. "It's night?!" He gasped. Um yes it's dark outside and the stars are in the sky...
"All right, that's it. Pull over." Homer yelled.
"Now don't you worry." said Grampa. "Just sit back and relax to the smooth sounds of Tommy Dorsey's All-White Orchestra."
"No Dad. That sounds extremely racist! It's the twenty first century! Black people are allowed to be in orchestras too..." Homer told him off.
"Son, let this music take you to a time when girls were girls" Abe continued.
"Dad that's transphobic and wardrobe stereotyping." Homer hissed.
"and a Hershey bar was as thick as a phone book." Abe continued.
"Mmmmmmmm! Impossibly large Hershey's..." Homer moaned and drooled.
Abe flicked through the radio stations or songs on the CD.
"I'm sick of this song!"
Catch a falling star and...
"I don't like this one either... too optimistic!"
He flicks through the songs when he should be driving.
"Too slow! Too fast! No zazz! Too much zazz! More boogie! Less woogie!"
Meanwhile in someone's nasal chambers some cartoon slime or booger creatures are singing along to "Yes Sir, I can boogie! Boogie Woogie." By Baccara in a singing at work montage while they were at work. Ie in office cubicles and monitoring security cameras while dunking donuts in their coffee...
(Singing)
The shift Manager which is just a larger slime blob with a pencil moustache rolled his eyes at the slimes for doing a work montage musical.
Abe was still flicking through the songs when he should be driving. He veered into the wrong lane... "My back hurts! All my friends are dead!"
Homer gasped as he saw the headlamps of a car approaching into them.
Abe was still picking a song when the other car crashed into them and swiped them off the road.
"Nice one." said Patty to Selma.
"Thanks." said Selma.
Homer and Abe in the pink car screamed as it tumbled down onto a lower road a few hundred feet below in a brutal car crash.
Then the car rolled past a warning sign warning of a cliff edge and they fell screaming down below and damaging the car.
"Oh, no, we're gonna die. Oh, no, we're gonna die. Oh, no..." Homer cried injured.
Abe was worse off. "Son, call me an ambulance." he wheezed.
Homer started dialling.
"And while I'm in the hospital, you'll have to visit me every day. And then I'll have to come live with you while I recover." said Abe.
Homer cruelly cancelled the call and closed his phone.
"Eventually I'll die in your home, which'll hurt the resale value, but it'll all be..." Abe continued to speak until suddenly Homer covered his mouth and nose with his hand and asphyxiated Abe until he died.
Holy crud!
"Dad wake up..." Lisa said from somewhere.
"What are you talking about? He is awake! This is real!
"No it's not... you're not killing off Grampa..." Lisa sighed.
Fine...
...
"Dad? Dad?" Lisa was a Girl Scout being driven about by her dad who was asleep at the wheel. "Wake up!"
Homer woke up drowsy. "Who's... what, who? Oh, I was having the most wonderful dream. I always wake up just before the good part." He sighed happily.
Homer that wasn't a dream... you really murdered Grampa Simpson..." said Oscar.
"No he didn't..." Lisa sighed.
"Don't ruin my fun!" Oscar said sharply.
"You can just drop me off here." Lisa dressed as a Girl Scout asked. Homer stopped and she got out.
"I'll see you later, honey." said Homer. He went back to sleep and drove off sleeping.
Lisa rang at Mayor Quimby's office. He answered.
"Er, uh, yes?" Quimby asked.
"I'm delivering your Scout Gal Cookies, Mayor Quimby! That'll be $30." said Lisa holding boxes of cookies.
"For three boxes?" Quimby asked.
"The money helps us serve the community. We plant trees, pick up litter, cut up milk bones for old dogs..." said Lisa.
"It was rhetorical question." Quimby was annoyed.
"And I used rhetoric in my answer." said Lisa.
"Let's just move on." Quimby sighed. "27 to the left and open." He opened the safe containing tax money.
"Where's all the money?" Lisa asked.
"Why, it's right... We spent all our money on that new slogan for Springfield." said Quimby pointing to a neon sign. "Um, what say you leave the cookies, and I pay you double next year?"
"Sir, I didn't get this "skepticism" merit badge falling for promises like that.l said Lisa showing her badges.
"If you don't give me those cookies, I'll pass a law forcing your organization to accept gay scout leaders." Quimby warned her.
"I would strongly support that measure." said Lisa.
"Just give me those cookies!" Quimby yelled grabbing the cookies. They bicker and squabble.
"You get it... Let go." Lisa grunted.
"This is a low point for my administration" said Quimby.
"No. You give it." Lisa grunted but Quimby's bodyguards snatched the cookies from her. "Hey! You have to pay for those! Give them back!"
"Thanks guys. Uh um... do escort this obnoxious little girl out of um my um Fort Knox." said Quimby holding the cookies.
His bodyguards manhandled Lisa outside.
"No! Ugh! Let go of me! Ngh!" Lisa grunted.
At home.
"Marge, I tried to find the remote control but I can't." Homer is trying to find the remote control.
"Did the dog eat it again?" Marge asked.
"No." said Homer.
"Has Maggie taken it to force us all to let her watch Roofi?" Marge asked.
Maggie had the remote. She looked about shifty and stuffed it into her diaper and sat and watched Roofi.
"One two, buckle your shoes! Three four, pick up ze floor!"
Oscar was sobbing and wailing.
"Why is a Oscar upset?" Homer asked looking for the remote.
"Oh he's upset because Heath Ledger died.
"Now I can no longer go "Why so serious?!" Oscar cried.
Bart groaned exasperated.
...
Lisa was upset at dinner.
"And the mayor took three boxes of cookies without paying! What am I supposed to tell my Scout leader?!"
Marge went Hrrrrrrmmmmm... "Homer the mayor can't be stealing Girl Scout cookies. Get him to pay!"
Homer was snoring.
"Face it Marge. Homer's fallen to the dark side ever since he killed his own dad." said Oscar.
"Oz... That was a dream..." Lisa sighed.
"No it's real. Homer's on the run from the law..." said Oscar.
Bart face palmed.
"Oz you were less annoying when you were upset earlier..." Bart groaned.
"Why was Oscar upset?" Lisa asked.
"Heath Ledger died..." Bart groaned. "I liked his Joker but geez..."
Lisa sighed.
Milhouse came in.
"Lisa will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" He offered her a rose.
"Eeeeeew!" Lisa groaned.
"Milhouse this is getting embarrassing now..." Bart sighed.
"Why is poindexter here?" Homer asked.
"I invited him round. We're friends remember?" said Bart.
"Well you'll have to uninvite him." said Oscar.
"Why would I do that..." said Bart.
"Because I invited Pol Pot. And he hated people with glasses for some reason." said Oscar.
Bart winced exasperated.
The Simpsons ate their dinner. Lisa had something vegetarian. Hugo was eating fish heads.
"Well, should we say prayers first?" Homer frowned.
"What's the point?! Lisa's a heathen now and Bart is paying gospel to Latino God!" Marge sighed annoyed.
"I'm a Buddhist!" Lisa yelled.
"Lisa don't yell!" Homer told her off.
"And I am far more pious than you, Mom and Dad, because I am worshipping the old way of Christianity from before the reformation of the church just so King Henry could divorce his loving wife over selfish reasons and because Luther ate worms..." said Bart.
"Bart... Martin Luther didn't really eat worms..." Lisa sighed.
"Well I like how our family is trash now... Bart is that a new tattoo?" Oscar sighed joyfully.
"Yep. My skin is a canvas..." said Bart with a tattoo on the side of his head of a flaming skull.
Homer seethed.
Marge broke the ice.
"Hugo did you sleep well last night? You look tired."
"No Mom. I was kept awake by a Oscar having a one-some..." said Hugo. (Him masturbating)
Oscar blushed and chuckled sheepishly.
"I sentence you to death! Four eyes!" Pol Pot shouted from the hall outside the dining room.
"No please! Have mercy! I'll wear contacts!" Milhouse whined.
Bart winced.
Elsewhere Madonna's ghost floated about Evergreen Terrace, despite that she is still alive. Spoilers, she possesses Lisa.
...
Then the town had a town meeting.
"Why do we have these meetings... I hate everyone here..." Oscar groaned.
"Quiet!" Homer barked at him.
People sat down.
"People of Springfield, our city is broke." said Quimby at a town meeting.
"Uh, when you say broke, do you mean really broke, or uh, "O.J. Simpson broke"?" Carl asked.
"D'oh!" OJ Simpson groaned. "I'll kill you all and get away with it!"
"Really broke!" said Quimby. "I've been reduced to using this cheap novelty gavel." the gavel squeaked when he hit the gavel plate at his lectern with it.
Everyone laughed.
"Order! Order!" The mayor yelled. But his novelty gavel squeaked like a Squeaky toy.
People laughed.
"People this is serious! Stop laughing!" The mayor whined.
Oscar laughed.
Clownja waved his squeaky circus mallet about.
Homer got up and spoke like a slick southerner. "Homer Simpson here. Most of you know me from church or the market. And I'm not much for talkin', but seems to me, in hard times like these that we Americans come together. And I-Ow!" Someone threw a bone at him.
"Be quiet! Or the next bone I throw will be an inside of me bone!" Sideshow Mel snapped.
Lisa got up. "Ahem. Lisa Simpson here, top of second grade. Yes we're broke. But our mayor is also a thief!" People gasped. "This man took his order of cookies from this young Girl Scout without paying!"
Everyone booed and jeered the mayor.
The mayor ducked as things were thrown at him.
The drive home.
Grampa put the radio on.
"Just sit back and relax to the smooth sounds of Tommy Dorsey's All-White Orchestra."
"No Dad. That sounds extremely racist! It's the twenty first century! Black people are allowed to be in orchestras too..." Homer told him off.
"Plus I'd rather listen to Oscar's Orchestra..." said Oscar.
Bart winced.
"Also why is Grampa here?! Homer murdered him in the opening!" said Oscar.
The Simpsons groan.
"That was just a dream, Oz!" They yelled.
Plot 2
At home Lisa, Janey and the twins Sherri and Terri were competing for Corey or Justin Beaver tickets that were the prize for who sold the most cookies.
Bart offered the girls to do his homework for him in lieu of payment for cookies.
"Why would I want to do that Bart..." Janey sighed.
"Because Justin Beaver..." said Bart.
"Okay okay! I'll do your history assignment!" said Janey desperate for the Justin Beaver tickets.
Bart sat smugly.
Homer filled himself up on Janey's and Sherri and Terri's cookies.
"Dad please buy some cookies..." Lisa whined.
"Sorry honey. I can't eat another bite." said Homer extremely full and with chocolate smooshed round his mouth.
Oscar tried to buy some but Arnold Schwarzenegger wouldn't let him.
"PUT THE COOKIES DOWN! NOW!" Arnold Schwarzenegger yelled at him.
Lisa winced.
Mayor Quimby stumbled in covered in garbage.
"Well, err... um..."
"Thief! Where's my money?!" Lisa yelled.
"Where's her money! Bitch! Where's the money!" Stewie was holding a golf club in a threatening manner.
"Oh my! A talking baby!" Quimby gasped before fleeing.
Bart winced.
"Nnnnnngh! Gimme the cookies!" Oscar was fighting with Arnold Schwarzenegger over a box of cookies.
"No! You are choir boy! A choir boy! Everyone get to da choppa!" Arnold yelled.
Bart sweat dropped.
"For the school festival about 17th century Europe I am going dressed as Handel." said Hugo.
"I'll be Bach!" said Arnold Schwarzenegger declared loudly.
Hugo winced exasperated.
Oscar laughed. "Bach..."
Hugo sighed. "He's not invited and the pun isn't funny..."
...
The few townsfolk not extremely annoyed with Quimby stayed at the meeting.
"All in favour of conning FEMA out of millions with a phoney disaster, say aye." asked Quimby.
"Aye." There were mostly ayes.
"And the nays..." Quimby sighed.
"Nay..." said a Droopy Dog voice.
"Droopy get the hell outta here!" Bart yelled.
At home the Simpsons watched the Muppets. Lurleen was on it singing to Kermit.
"Lurleen Lumpkin, seen here at the height of her fame." said Kent.
Bunk with me tonight, Kermit
Bunk with me tonight...
"Uh, really, Lurleen?" Kermit gasped.
"Stupid saucy zoophilic country star! You can't mate with a frog! Only the French can! Which I mock! Honhonhon!" said Oscar. Bart frowned at him.
"Hey, Dad, that's the singer you used to manage!" said Lisa.
"Oh, right. Dad was Colonel Homer and he wore that awesome suit and Lurleen wanted to bunk his brains out!" said Bart. "But I forget how Mom felt about it."
Marge seethed and growled. "Grrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaghhhhh!"
"Um maybe we should watch something else..." said Homer flinching. He put McGarnagle on or something.
Anyway for whatever reason Lurleen hadn't paid her taxes and, I'll let Kent explain this.
"However, she's been missing for several years, since her career went into a downward spiral."
"Oooooooh! I told her not to go into one of those." Homer groaned.
"And I told EmperorLemon not to go into one of those! Now look what we have! Green Simpsons and..." Oscar ranted.
"Downward spiral... downward spiral... downward spiral... It's never ogre..." EmperorLemon meme'd.
"Make Frying Dory already!" Oscar yelled.
Anyway Lurleen turned up at the Simpsons.
Marge gasped angrily and wouldn't allow this.
"Oh no! You're not wrecking this marriage! Nag! Nag! Get out! Nag! Nag! Get out of town!" She angrily sang to the Ugly Duckling song while dragging Lurleen outside and driving her home. Lurleen lived under a bridge with trolls and hobos...
"You live under this bridge?!" Marge asked.
"It's your turn to clean the toilet." said a filthy hobo to Lurleen.
"Well I'm sorry but I can't feel sympathy for your Ms Lumpkin. You tried to steal my husband. Goodbye." Marge drove off and left her.
Lurleen sighed and got to cleaning out the toilet bucket.
...
Lisa then got possessed by Madonna, the singer. They did a treehouse of Horror comic on this.
Lisa sang Papa don't preach while possessed one barbecue while in her nighty. One line that concerned Homer and caused him to blurt out stupid things was possessed Lisa singing about keeping her baby.
"Oh my god! Marge! Are you hearing this?! Lisa's pregnant!" Homer screamed.
"No she's just possessed by Madonna... how that's possible when she's still alive I don't know." said Marge.
"I just found the situation extremely funny..." Oscar laughed.
Lisa in her nighty sang Material Girl.
Bart winced.
Hugo was baffled.
"Lurleen, this barbecue is delicious!" said Homer being sensible again. How she got back I don't know. But this episode is about her so Marge you're just gonna have to lump it...
"Oh, it's a traditional Southern recipe: ketchup, Coca-Cola, and fricasseed possum." said Lurleen.
The Simpsons except Lisa the vegetarian all vomited in disgust.
"Just kiddin'. It's actually chicken." said Lurleen.
"Well, I think it's wonderful. My diet starts tomorrow!" said Homer.
"Listen, I'm sorry I called you all those mean things like... oh, I don't even remember." said Marge. Apparently there was an unseen insult hurling fight with hair pulling etc.
"Confederate degenerate?" Lurleen listed.
"That was me. I hate confederate racists! You backwards degenerate!" Lisa snapped.
"Southern-fried succubus?" Lurleen recited some of the insults Marge apparently called her.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm! Southern fried succubus..." Oscar moaned joyfully and drooled.
Bart winced exasperated.
"Hee-haw ho?" Lurleen added. That one isn't funny.
"Anyway Matt's excuse for why I was hitting on your husband was because my father was a deadbeat scab and abandoned me and my sisters to live as a drunken slob." said Lurleen.
"That's not an excuse. You can't wave off that you're a husband stealing harlot just because your father was a deadbeat..." said Marge.
"There needs to be a Hell themed take out restaurant where I can order southern fried succubi and chilli fried demon wings..." said Oscar.
Bart face palmed. "Some one please shut him up..."
"KALAHOOHOO!" Oscar yelled in gibberish.
"I'll get the chloroform..." Hugo sighed.
...
In the lounge.
"We'll find your dad Lurleen. We Simpson's are very determined to find someone. Just like when I wouldn't stop until I found my half bother Herb." said Homer. He got out the directory book of the contact information of every single person with the surname Lumpkin and called all of them.
"Why do we want to help that harlot?!" Marge asked.
"Because with her father back in her life she might leave us alone and you can stop being so pissy about her trying to seduce me." said Homer.
"Why anyone want to seduce the blob I Don't know..." Bart sighed.
Homer growled at Bart.
"Here we go again..." Marge sighed as Homer wore his using the phone cap.
Oscar looked at all the people with the first names beginning with A.
"A Gorilla... Gahahahaha!" Oscar laughed.
"Quiet! The phone is ringing!" said Homer.
Homer was calling someone but they didn't have a daughter called Lurleen.
Bart wanted to hang out with Lurleen.
"Hey, Lurleen, I'm going down to the rock quarry tonight to throw stones at the woodchucks. Want to come?" Bart asked.
"No." Lurleen refused.
"That's okay. I understand." Bart smiled insincere. "Someone's lookin' at a snake in her mailbox." He snapped under his breath angrily.
"Oooooh this is hopeless! Lisa I need some words encouragement!" Homer whined.
Lisa was singing Material Girl while vogueing while wearing Madonna's famous pink dress.
"Okay... that wasn't very helpful..." Homer winced.
Oscar laughed.
"Quite frankly the entire story premises of my sister Lisa being possessed by Madonna is ridiculous." Hugo sighed.
"No it's hilarious!" Oscar laughed.
Lurleen had some helpful information. "I suddenly remembered. My father's name is Royce. Royce Lumpkin."
"Bingo!" Homer cheered.
"And Bingo was his name-Gaaaaaagh!" Milhouse sang but Oscar throttled him.
"Oz let him go!" Bart yelled.
Oscar seethed.
"Why is Milhouse still here..." Lisa sighed.
...
Eventually they found Royce Lumpkin. He was a drunken slob
"Better put some whiskey on these cornflakes instead of milk." said Royce. "And I better take my daily heroin."
"Ugh! Just like my uncle, and your pops Cousin Joey." Irreep winced.
"Nyeh! This is too close to home!" said Joey Wheeler from Yugioh.
However despite Royce being a drunken slob. He was Billy Ray Cyrus to Lurleen Lumpkin's Miley Cyrus.
"Ie the latest teen singing sensation's father's music is always better. And he doesn't dress like a slut." said Oscar.
"Oscar language." Marge told him off.
"What are you implying Oz..." Bart winced.
"That I'd rather listen to Achy breaky heart than Wrecking Ball." said Oscar.
"Okay you old fogey. Listen to Mom's records..." Bart sighed.
"Oscar has a point. Billy Ray must be so mortified when his daughter does those sultry music videos." said Marge.
"Well sober up Royce. We're taking you to see your daughter Lurleen." said Homer.
"Lurleen?! I've forgotten about her! She must be 15, 16 by now?" Royce spluttered.
"Actually she's 34. That's how long you haven't been in her life..." said Homer frowning.
"She needs to see you right away!" said Marge.
"Oh, man. I better heroin up this orange juice." said Royce putting heroin in his orange juice.
The Simpsons and Wheelers and Oscar winced.
At the Simpsons.
Lurleen heard someone ham boning.
"There's only one man who can hambone like that." Lurleen gasped. "Daddy!"
"Lurleen?! My goodness." said Royce.
"Wait a minute. He's a deadbeat dad, and yet, he's getting as much love as me, a dad too lazy to run away! And he has hair!" said Homer groaning. "Oh! Bart, get me my suicide axe."
"No suicide axe!" Marge yelled.
"Yes suicide axe!" Oscar argued.
Marge grumbled frustrated.
"Getting the chloroform..." Hugo sighed.
"Kali arrrrrrr me hearties!" said Oscar trying to invoke Pirate Kali.
...
Lurleen was so happy her daddy was back she sang. The Simpsons joined in. With funny lines.
"Keep it down! I'm reading Harry Potter!" said Lisa reading Harry Potter. I thought she liked Angelica Button...
"My body wash is Esteé Lauder." Marge sang in the shower.
"And here's Grampa with an otter." Grampa was miraculously alive again and holding an otter.
Oscar laughed. "An otter..."
However Daddy Lumpkin left again...
"I'm really worried about Lurleen." said Marge as Lurleen got depressed and weird...
"Yeah, me, too." said Homer. "Since her father re-abandoned her, she's cut the word "pop" out of all of our foods." He held a bag of pop rocks with the pop rocks pouring out. The bag now just said Rocks. And a box of Coco Pops. Now just coco with the cereal pouring out. Oscar chuckled. Then to top it off Bart pulled out a box of Rice Krispies. Someone used a pen knife to cut out Pop the elf from the box art.
Oscar screamed with laughter.
Bart groaned.
"Why do you hate me woman?!" Pop the cereal elf from Rice Krispies cried to Lurleen.
Oscar laughed hysterically.
"Okay this is just weird..." said Homer.
"You'd think a house full of crazy people would be fun. It's actually really depressing." Bart sighed.
"What are you talking about? This is hilarious!" Oscar laughed. "Marge can I finish that bucket of Eyes Chicken! Nyahahahaha!"
"No bumpkin, that's not a breakfast food. Eat your Pop less cereal." Marge stroked Oscar's hair lovingly.
Pop the elf cried.
"Ugh! Oz! Enough! Lurleen s craziness isn't that funny!" Bart groaned.
"Yes it is! Gahahahaha! Look what she did to my copy of Hop on Pop!" Oscar laughed. It was now Hop on with a hole in the front cover where Lurleen cut out the word pop.
Pop the Rice Krispies elf was sobbing.
Plot 3
Marge went to Royces.
"What is it?! Can't you see I'm morning drunk..." said Royce.
"Royce Lumpkin you get back in your daughter's life now! She's vandalised our foods and look what she did to Pop!" Marge yelled.
"She set fire to my hair...' Pop the elf cried.
Oscar laughed.
"And we just wasted a sing along on you!" Homer yelled.
They got Royce back and sang Daddy's back again.
Royce was ham boning gayly.
"Stop doing that... it enrages me..." Oscar snapped.
Bart spray paints County music sucks on a wall in white spray paint.
"Keep it down... I'm reading Harry Potter." said Lisa as everyone sang.
Then Royce made rolls in the kitchen.
"Rolls Royce... Hehehe!" Oscar laughed.
Bart sighed.
Then they watched Lurleen on the muppets again.
"Bunk with me tonight Kermit... Bunk with me..." Lurleen sang.
"Um... Excuse me?!" Kermit gasped.
Suddenly Miss Piggy lunged at her.
"Keep your southern paws off of my Kermie you saucy strumpet! How'd you like a pork chop? Hiyaaaaaa!"
Oscar laughed at the violence.
Then to his amusement Royce wanted to include the otter in Lurleen's songs.
"Um no..." said Lurleen.
"We can sell PB and J with the otter as a mascot..." said Oscar smirking.
Later outside court.
"Turns out there's a cartoon called PB and J Otter..." said Oscar having been sued.
"You should know Oz. You're always watching it..." said Lisa.
Oscar sang the noodle song from PB & J Otter.
...
Then the Dixie Chicks were the celebrity guest.
"I don't think that's a great idea. Especially after the matter transporter incident." said Oscar.
"We're in horrible pain!" The Dixie Chicks cried having merged into a blob with three legs.
"Oz that was a Futurama joke..." Bart groaned.
"Which was funny..." said Oscar.
Bart winced.
Lisa possessed by Madonna sang Don't Cry For Me Argentina.
Oscar winced. "Oh god she's student body president again..."
"Enough! Get out of my sister, Madonna!" Bart yelled.
Madonna with a razor sharp cone bra left as a scary phantom along with the souls of other music artists.
"Ay carumba!" Bart yelled, scared of the ghost of Madonna.
Madonna as a ghost despite being alive still, sang Hung up on you before leaving.
Oh and the Dixie Chicks in canon were playing the role of Lurleen's sisters. Who are probably inbred. Ugh... yokels...
Hank, Bart, Lisa, Maggie and Hugo's Cousin from BartDudez's fanon was provoking Homer's fear of man boobs he has in that universe by yelling man boobs.
"Man boobs! Man boobs! MAN BOOOOOOBS!"
Homer screamed and fled.
Hank laughed.
"Anyhoo on the subject of Lisa's Madonna phase. It wouldn't make sense for Madonna to possess her as she's still alive... It would make more sense if Heath Ledger possesses her considering he recently kicked the bucket..." said Hugo.
Lisa was suddenly possessed by Heath Ledger.
"Wanna know about my scars, Batsy?" said Lisa in Heath's voice layered over her own.
"If I say no, are you gonna stab me in the eye with a pencil...?" Oscar frowned.
Marge frowned. "That's why, honey, that I don't want you watching those sort of films..." She disliked the dark, violent Nolan Batman films.
Oscar huffed and bit a chunk of his lollipop. Like Sora Perse does in his psycho episodes. "Well I will watch what I like! FOR I AM THE PINEAPPLE KING!"
The Simpsons winced exasperated. Thanks Hank for that randomness and screw you for being a prude over Oscar wearing diapers...
...
Then The Spucklers turned up. Because they were in the last episode. Bart and Homer visited them while Marge and Lisa were at the beauty salon telling feminist stories about great women.
"I don't care as long as I get to see Mary. said Bart.
"I like you, Bart. We could be tighter than bark on a tree!" said Mary Spuckler.
Lisa teased Bart by making kissy faces.
"THE HAAAAAAND!" Bart scared her over his dirty hand covered in chewed gum etc.
Lisa screamed and fled.
"Your carpet feels soft under my feet..." said Cleatus.
Marge sighed.
Someone was reading their kid a bedtime story.
"And when the prince finally climbed the tower, the princess said, "Thanks, buddy, but I don't need your help.""
""And from that day on, they shared responsibilities and lived happily and equally ever after.""
"Psych! My parents always had to be as progressive as possible." Oscar narrated.
"Oo you like the olden times where women weren't paid the same and people were cruel to ethnic minorities?!" Lisa snapped.
Oscar glared at her.
"Why so serious...!" said Lisa possessed by Heath Ledger.
"Lisa get to your room... I'm trying to settle him.
There was a soft crinkle snd rustle from Oscar's diaper as he fidgeted about in bed under the covers.
At the town hall.
"Panic not, fellow Springfielders! I've gone through the town's financial records, and it turns out there are millions in uncollected city taxes." said Quimby.
Everyone gasped.
"We shall collect each and every back tax owed! Everyone from... Comic Book Guy to... Milhouse!" said Quimby.
"Erm sir. Minors don't pay tax..." Lisa explained.
Comic Book Guy gasped.
"I'm crazy enough to take on Retchdude and Slobber Girl! But the IRS? No sirree!" He lamented.
Bart winced at him.