The Simpsons Go To Hawaii Self explanatory. With Oscar screaming at Dolphas and Artie Ziff returns.
Plot
The chalkboard gag is "I will not spin the turtle, upside down."
The couch gag is the Simpsons wearing beach clothes.
...
Night time over Springfield, the cartoon yellow world slumbers.
Comic Book Guy still likes Zsa Zsa Bonks...He sleeps with the plush...
Apollo pulls his magnificent sun chariot across the sky, or sometimes Ra, ie Eagle-Head...
"You're killin' me here with this jibba-jabba." saud the god Apollo.
"Quit your jibba-jabba!" Mr T yelled.
The narrator sighed, irked.
"What's your name, baby?" said Apollo.
"I am the narrator." I sighed flustered.
"Oh, come on! What's your name?" said Apollo in a smooth Pimp voice.
"- Bob." Yes! Bob the narrator!
"Actually it's Oscar... Oscar Diggs Tamaki..." I sighed.
"Eh... whatever Hon..." said Apollo.
Then suddenly, the sleepy town was attacked! By a giant guacamole monster!
"Oh Hell no!" Bart whined.
The walking blob of guacamole roared and hurled guacamole at buildings, the spicy avocado dip splattered where it landed.
"Oz no!" Bart groaned.
Bob has spoken! Ugh I mean Oscar.
Apollo grimaced and flew off with the sun somewhere...
Also, outside Moe's was a guy selling hats...
"Would you care for a hat? I have a discount on stetsons." said the hat guy.
"Uh... no..." Oscar winced as he wrote up the narration.
"Well my brother Batterson cooks pies..." said the hat guy.
"Oh shazbot!" Oscar yelled flustered.
"I LIKE PIE!" Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bear thing yelled delighted.
Oscar face palmed flustered.
And the Aztec Theatre was playing Zephyrus Gump...
Oscar winced.
Then it suddenly played Bella Notte (Beautiful Night) from Disney's Lady and the Tramp while panning through town.
Santa's Little Helper and She's The Fastest had spaghetti for dinner round the back of Luigi's. They fight over the spaghetti. They growled and fought over a strand of spaghetti.
Family Guy then tried to be edgy and controversial by mentioning Michael Vicks, who runs a dog fighting ring, and drowns dogs...
Cousin Hank Simpson seethed.
"I need some Vicks for my sinuses..." Teddy sighed as his big wet shiny nose was bunged up.
...
The Simpsons house, living room.
The Simpson family is gathered around the TV. Homer is lazily flipping through channels with a remote.
"Marge, why can't we have one of those fancy smart TVs? This thing is so last century!" Homer groaned.
"Homer we can't afford a new TV, we have bills to pay." Marge sighed.
Homer sighed flicking through the channels.
"We watch way too much TV..." Lisa sighed.
"Can you just leave it on the Disney channel?! I was watching Bonkers!" Oscar yelled.
Homer gave a surly look and gave Oscar the remote.
Oscar changed the channel back to the Disney channel and watched Bonkers.
Bart groaned as if he had a stomach ache. "Oz grow up..."
Oscar glared at him before turning his attention back to his sappy Disney cartoons.
"Bart stop rebelling and insisting upon watching R rated gory movies... They'll warp your mind..." said Lisa.
Bart stuck his tongue out at her.
Bonkers D Bobcat just got smooshed by an anvil.
"Boooooriiiiing..." Homer groaned.
Oscar looked back at him with a glare and hushed him.
"You are way to close to that TV... scooch back a foot..." Homer said to Oscar who was sat way too close to the TV.
"I am not..." said Oscar.
Honer seethed.
"Oscar shuffle your keister back here meestah..." Marge making a firm point but in a gentle manner.
Oscar sighed and shuffled backwards away from the TV.
Homer groaned.
"Now what?!" Marge put down her knitting to sigh irked with Homer.
"Marge, I tried to find the remote control, but I can't." Homer whined.
"Homer you gave the remote to Oscar..." Marge sighed.
"What a dumbo..." Bart remarked. Homer growled at him.
Homer cringed as Oscar insisted there be cartoons on, his sappy Disney cartoons. "How can you watch this crap?!"
Marge gave Homer a sharp, cold glare.
"I mean, fiddly dee... this show sure is crummy!" Homer sighed censoring himself because of Maggie and Eric.
"This stinks..." Homer groaned.
Bart smelt something rank. He sniffed Oscar. "The only thing here that stinks is Oscar, I think he fudged his Huggies again..."
"Eeeeeew..." Homer groaned.
"Oh for crying out loud... quit embarrassing him!" Marge nagged.
...
Outside on the front lawn. Oscar has Teddy, his living teddy bear thing on a leash waiting for him to go to toilet.
"I will only pee on a tree or other tall vertical objects..." Teddy sulked.
Oscar face palmed annoyed.
Then Ned Flanders was a werewolf again...
"Diddly!" said Werewolf Ned.
Bart winced baffled and slightly unnerved.
"Find me a tree or a fire hydrant..." Teddy said in a petulant manner.
Oscar continued resting his palm over his face, vexed with Teddy.
"Pee near the mail box fuzz brain..." said Bart.
Teddy growled at him before scampering over to the mail box to do his business.
Oscar then started being a nut again... He saw a rock that resembled a potato.
"Kallae Kistnaeeeee..." He rasped.
"Ugh... now what..." Bart groaned.
"It's a potato!" Oscar yelled.
Bart gave a beguiled glance. "Oz that's a rock... "
"Potato rock!" said Oscar.
"No just a rock..." said Bart dryly.
Oscar glared at him.
Hugo walked onto a rake, it flew up and smacked him in the face. Thwack!
"Ow that smarts..." Bart's creepy twin groaned.
"Would you like to pet not a potato to make you feel better?" Oscar offered him the rock.
Hugo frowns, takes the rock and throws it. Oscar chases after it and picks it up.
"It's ok not a potato, the mean man is gone." Oscar strokes the rock.
"Oh for Reese's Pieces sake!" Bart yelled flustered with Oscar.
"Oz... Mom's finished changing Eric, now run along and get your diaper changed..." said Lisa at the front door.
"Take care of Not a potato..." said Oscar leaving the rock.
Bart face palmed.
Lisa shrugged.
Upstairs, Oscar's room. Oscar is lying on his bed while Marge changes his diaper. Which I will describe this gross task that didn't bother Marge, simply to piss off Hank.
Marge tore at the sticky fastening tabs on Oscar's diaper. He winces, feeling a mixture of repulse, discomfort from his lower area getting cold and slightly aroused by the tearing sound of the sticky tabs.
Marge lifted his short legs and wiped his butt.
Hank seethed.
...
The mail then arrives.
Billy from Grim Adventures screamed when he saw the mail man. He hid in the bushes.
The mail man shrugged.
"The mail man scares you?! I scare the mail man!" said Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bearvthing with a big wet shiny black nose.
Teddy mauled the mail man, we hear pained screaming and Teddy growling. He then heads inside holding a piece of trouser fabric in his mouth.
Bart collects the mail, not noticing Teddy has mauled the mail man.
"What have we got boy?" Homer asked.
"Bills, more bills... final demands... The bailiffs... A death threat from Sideshow Bob..."
Oscar opened a letter.
"What does it say?" Lisa asked.
"I like eggs!" said Oscar.
Bart face palmed. "Oz!"
"I'm serious! Read it!" The letter read "I like eggs!"
"Uh... okay..." said Bart baffled.
Marge read one. She seethed annoyed about something. "The nerve!"
"What is it honey?" Homer asked.
"It's a letter from Artie Ziff, he's invited us to join him on his vacation to Hawaii." said Marge frowning.
"Oh! A free vacation!" Homer was delighted.
"Homer... don't you remember last time?" Marge exclaimed.
"Oh yeah... That slimy toad made his moves on you, I blamed you and left to work on an oil rig. He seemed to accept defeat though." said Homer.
"Homer he recorded a sordid message on your snoring machine..." said Marge.
"Oh yeah... that dirty rat..." Homer seethed.
"It's a shame... Hawaii seems lovely..." Lisa sighed.
"We're going..." said Oscar.
"Wha?!" Everyone gasped.
"Why?" said Bart baffled.
"Because in the next episode Homer mentioned having not unpacked from a Hawaiian vacation, so I wrote a prequel about that vacation..." said Oscar.
"Okay..." Bart winced.
"But Artie... he is a creepy, love sick rat! A horny octopus..." Marge explained.
"I already have noted it in my schedule, its either Hawaii or me, tap-dancing in tapioca pudding..." said Oscar.
Bart face palmed. "Ugh... looks like we're going to Hawaii..."
...
A while later...
"Uh Mr Burns is in the backyard... being weird..." said Bart.
They hurry outside. Mr Burns is flying about like a bird...
"Look at me Smithers! I'm a birdy!"
"Uh yes sir..." said Smithers.
Bart's nose ran because he was freaked out.
Mr Burns then summoned his singing tikis from his office.
"Oh hell no!" Bart yelled in anguish.
Marge frowned at him as she dislikes him using the word hell.
"Come along and sing our tiki song." said a bird animatronic.
"And everyone will take their turns," said another animatronic.
"To celebrate a man who's great,The Wiki-Waka Liki-Laka magic Mr. Burns!" said a Tiki head.
"The Wiki-Waka Liki-Laka Mr. Burns. The Wiki-Waka Liki-Laka Mr. Burns. The Wiki-Waka Liki-Laka Mr. Burns. The Wiki-Waka Liki-Laka Mr. Burns." The animatronics sang in an upbeat manner.
Bart and Homer were horrified and had anguished looks of silent screams as they retreated back into the house.
Oscar enjoyed the upbeat song and danced along to it.
Marge and Lisa were just baffled.
Inside. They gather their senses.
"Okay, that's it. we have an excuse to reluctantly accept Artie's invitation. To get away from Burns while he is in his wiki waka phase..." said Homer.
Bart shivered unnerved.
"Eh... At least he's not being mean..." said Oscar.
"Actually I burnt a hundred puppies on a bonfire earlier today." said Mr Burns over the singing animatronics.
"Wiki Waka, Liki LKa, Mr Burns! Wiki Waka, Liki Laka, Mr Burns!"
Oscar seethed, his face turned red a d steam shot out of his ears.
Mr Burns who didn't care was dancing along to the Wiki Waka song.
Plot 2
In the dining room, everyone was sat at the table while Marge takes notes.
"Now we will all get to do activities we want to do but I want us to be organised too. So this vacation doesn't end up like the last ones..." said Marge.
"What do you mean the last ones..." Bart gave a frowning squint.
"There was that Amish town..." said Marge.
The Simpsons and Oscar went to an Amish town. Everyone was frozen like statues while Homer stuck ice creams on everyone...
"Look at me Marge! I can be a total jerk and no one can stop me!" Homer cheered. He giggled as he stuck a strawberry ice cream in a cone on an Amish villager's head.
Marge and the kids were mortified, covering their faces with their palms.
Oscar was smirking and egging Homer on.
"Hehehehe!" Have some vanilla!" Homer applied ice cream cones to an Amish man trying to control his temper and keep still.
A donkey kicked Homer extremely hard. "Ow!"
Oscar laughed.
Back in the present, the dining room.
"Oh yeah..." said Homer who had only fond memories of that vacation.
"That vacation wasn't so bad. In fact it was funny..." Oscar giggled.
"Hrrrrrrmmm..." Marge was vexed with him.
"Then there was that trip to Sandy beach..." said Marge. They once went on holiday to a beach.
Scary music played as a shark fin was poking out of the sea.
Everyone fled the water screaming. Marge and Lisa looked up baffled.
The shark revealed he was just Homer wearing a fake shark fin, goggles and a snorkel. "Hehehehe! Suckers!"
Bart was also wearing a fake shark fin, goggles and a snorkel. "Hehehehe!"
"Aaaaaaaagh! Sharkboy!" Homer screamed and fled.
Bart was baffled.
The present. "I still get lawsuits from Sharkboy and Lavagirl..." said Bart holding court summons.
Oscar chuckled.
"Then there was that horrible vacation to Itchy and Scratchy Land..." Marge said sharply.
There is a flashback to the last night if their vacation, when the robot Itchies and Scratchies attacked.
Scary music played as the robots brandished axes.
We suddenly cut to the present again. "Hey the killer robots were awesome..." said Oscar delighted.
"Right..." Bart face palmed.
...
And so everyone had a go listing activities they wanted to do while on vacation in Hawaii.
Cousin Hank wept. "I just deleted this perverted crap!"
Oscar showed two middle fingers at Hank.
Marge frowned at Oscar.
Lisa's turn is first.
"I wanna go horseback riding." Ie riding on horses.
Bart yawned bored.
"Oh yeah! naked horseback riding... like Lady Godiva!" Oscar chuckled.
Lisa dropped her spoon freaked out by him.
Cousin Hank drew his thumb across his own throat doing a threatening gesture.
"Uh... no Oz..." said Bart freaked out too.
"I wanna see the beauty of nature." said Lisa.
Bart rudely makes gagging sounds.
Homer slapped him upside the head. "Ow!"
"Oh yeah... and it's bloodthirsty side... Ie predators and prey... Mwuhahahaha!" Hugo laughed manically.
Lisa sighed. "Yea and the gruesome side of nature Hugo..."
"Nature walk eh?" Oscar asked. The Simpsons tried to not take much notice of him, lest he said more stupid or perverted things. "Does that mean I can be naked?"
Everyone cried out in disgust. "No Oz!" They scolded him.
"I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna bloody kill him!" Hank lunged at Oscar but Marge restrained him.
"I wanna see the cat sanctuary." said Lisa. According to Erik they have cat sanctuaries..."
"And contract fleas and slip on slimy hairballs..." said Bart being rather unsportsmanlike.
"So much... pussy..." Oscar was still being rude...
"Oscar!" Homer yelled. Oscar flinched.
"Oscar, try to control yourself, young man!" Marge said sternly.
Hank was doing the cut throat gesture at him again.
Lisa listed more nature and art related stuff that pretty much covers the first three things she wanted to do. Ie wildlife watching etc.
"I wanna ride a submarine."
"Hopefully a bright yellow one." said Oscar. "With Paul McCartney..."
Bart face palmed.
"Eh... why not... I do like him for being vegetarian." said Lisa.
"I wanna do some meditating because the last few weeks dealing with Bart's hijinks has really stressed me out!" Lisa seethed. Bart was pulling ugly faces at her.
Marge sighed.
"I wanna swim with the dolphins." said Lisa. Unfortunately Oscar heard her and twinged, and had a sort of mini stroke.
"Oh crud..." Bart groaned.
"Haaaaaauuuuw! Dolpha Dolpha Dolpha!" Oscar squealed because of his Aspergers.
Marge sighed face palming.
"Dolpha!" Oscar squeaked.
"Abelist!" Hank seethed.
...
Lisa made one last suggestion. Dunno probably more nature things...
"Boring!" Homer blurted out.
"Homer!" Marge told her husband off.
"Yeah Lisa, You gotta do more than that!" Bart said smugly.
"Bart, everyone gets a turn doing what they want..." said Marge sternly.
"Haaaauuuw! Dolphas..." Oscar squealed.
Marge sighed flustered. "Bart your turn."
Bart cleared his throat and listed his activities that he wanted to do.
"I wanna do a shark encounter cage dive." said Bart.
"Bart apparently likes the film Jaws...Because I said so." said Erik.
"I hate the both of you!" Hank snapped.
"Zip it... prude..." said Oscar.
"ATV and Off road tours." said Bart.
"Okay, but I get to sing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in the ATV like Ace Ventura..." said Oscar.
"Eh... no..." said Bart giving him an annoyed squint.
"I wanna go scuba diving." said Bart.
"I will provide the documentary voice over as a French submarine captain with an outrageous accent!" said Oscar in a French accent.
Bart chuckled.
"I wanna do a pirate ship tour." said Bart.
"Arrrrrrr!" Oscar wore a pirate hat.
Hugo face palmed.
Bart also wanted to do a lot of high risk stunt activities.
Marge sighed. "We would have thought the gorge incident would have put you off your daredevil phase..."
"Nope!" Bart grinned.
"And record my own movies..." said Bart.
"Which will all involve me dancing naked in the background..." Oscar chuckled.
Hank seethed.
"Eh... no." said Bart.
"Okay but no writing deranged vacation reports at school garnishing what happened with zany stuff..." Hugo winced.
"Yeah like that time with the hypnotising beast people..." said Oscar.
"Ugh... I'll lighten the mood with some Coltrane..." said Lisa getting out her saxophone.
"Robbie Coltrane?" Oscar asked.
Bart face palmed.
"No! John Coltrane..." Lisa replied flustered.
...
Next it was Hugo's turn to list his activities he wanted to do.
"Okay Hugo, it's your turn," said Marge.
Hugo was about to talk.
"He is not coming! The freak doesn't get a vacation!" Homer yelled.
Marge glared at Homer.
"Well I wanna..." Hugo lists his activities he wants to do.
"You'll get nothing! And like it!" Homer yelled.
"Cooooool! Caddyshack reference..." said Oscar in awe.
Bart winced.
"Homer! I swear if you don't stop picking on him I'll divorce you!" Marge yelled.
Homer whimpered.
Hugo sighed and composed himself to read his list again.
"I want to eat fish. and not just fish heads. Fish heads..." Hugo rasped thinking about fish heads.
Marge winced.
Oscar started singing fish heads from Barnes and Barnes...
Bart winced.
"Scaring my twin with a spooky Tiki mask... Mwuhahahahaha!" Hugo chuckled.
Bart flinched unnerved.
"Hugo..." Marge sighed.
"I have said this before! That boy ain't right!" Homer seethed.
Marge glared at him.
"I wanna see sci-fi horror films..." said Hugo.
"Whoa! Hugo is dark!" said Bart in awe.
"Like that Alien film where the alien thing teara out of the guy's stomach..." said Oscar.
Marge sighed disapproving.
"You guys prefer me hiding away, so I do my own things..." said Hugo.
"Well we need to be more attentive! Homer!" Marge nagged Homer.
Homer sulked.
"I wanna go fishing..." said Hugo.
"That is a thing the stupid psychiatrist makes me do with Bart instead of killing him!" Homer seethed.
"I wanna go to a sushi joint..." said Hugo.
"Okay but remind me that the wasabi is not pistachio pudding..." said Oscar.
"Fine..." said Hugo. "And I'll br bringing my lab equipment to perform mad science experiments!"
Marge gawked at him.
...
"Eh my turn..." said Cousin Hank.
"You're not coming." said Oscar coldly. "We're dropping you off at an extremely fire and brimstone, seething church where you can be happy with your fellow prudes..."
"How are you bloody justified writing about diapers?!" Hank seethed.
"Yea, Oscar's right. We're leaving you with other deluded puritans who can't handle gay people..." said Marge coldly.
"I can bloody handle gay people! I can't and shouldn't have to handle Pedobear creeps like Oscar and his perverted Teddy bear!" Hank seethed.
"Whatever,.. bully..." said Lisa.
Hank seethed and cursed under his breath.
"Y'know now that i think about it." I wanna do some pranks." Bart said
"Sounds fun." Hank said grinning.
"Bart no..." Marge sighed.
"And you're not coming with us! You little bully!" Homer scolded Hank.
"How is he justified writing about diapers?!" Hank yelled pointing at Oscar.
Marge glared at Hank.
"I just want to chill..." Hank.
"No. You just want to bully poor Oz just because he likes wearing diapers!" Marge told Hank off.
Hank screamed like an enraged Karen and stormed off.
Grampa then wanted to state his desired activities.
Homer groaned.
Grampa wanted to see the site of Pearl Harbor.
"And rant about those sandal wearing, haiku spouting goldfish tenders!" Grampa ranted.
"Grampa..." The kids frowned at him.
"I also want to rest all vacation in a hammock. Oh my bones are so tired..." said Grampa.
"When you guys are are done and it's my turn, I'll be buttering an alligator..." said Oscar.
The Simpsons winced.
Plot 3
Next it is Marge's turn.
"Seems only fair." said Bart.
Marge chooses activities such as a romantic sunset cocktail sail on a yacht.
Homer sniffs her hair and purrs aroused.
Marge giggled.
Marge also wanted a little action based activity. But not to the reckless extent as Bart.
"Interesting..." said Homer curious.
"But the Herman Devil said I would die at 15..." said Bart. "Best live fast then..."
"Living fast and reckless is probably why you were predicted as dying young." Lisa sighed.
Bart stuck his tongue out at her.
"Oh and paddle boarding... and learning how to use canoe shoes to walk on water..." said Marge.
"Yeah you definitely need to learn how to walk on water..." Oscar snarked.
Marge sighed muttering at him.
"Only Jesus can walk on water... Oh and basilisk lizards..." said Oscar.
Marge sighed. "Moving on..."
Marge also wanted to take some nice family photos, particularly when they were on the beach.
"Uh yea dear..." Homer tried to act gamely. Marge... the boy acts up during photos... He told himself.
Bart frowned. He found posing for photographs boring.
Marge also wanted to spend some nights alone with her hubby. Ie dining.
Homer purred aroused.
"Oooooh! Please don't leave me with these munchkins!" Grampa whined as the kids poked him with sticks.
"You'll babysit old man! And You'll do an adequate job!" Homer barked at his dad.
Marge also wanted to go on spa days with Homer.
"Okay dear, but remember, my back flab is like quicksand, it is rather embarrassing..." said Homer.
"Oh I wouldn't say that... I saw that Asian masseuse get stuck in your flab once... and I got aroused..." Oscar was being a pervert again...
Bart retched.
Hank from upstairs cursed annoyed.
Marge was also looking forward to being given a flower garlands by the friendly people.
"I get hay-fever..." Teddy sighed.
Oscar sighed vexed.
Marge also wanted to go to a luau.
...
"And what about you Maggie?" Marge asked the baby...
Maggie simply wants to play in the kiddie pool, build sandcastles at the beach and bond with Mommy and Daddy.
Eric sucked his pacifier.
"I'll translate," Oscar fetched from hammer space his blue pacifier and sucked it. Subtitles appeared, they read: "We're not watching Paw Patrol all day when we get there..."
Eric frowned.
It was then Homer's turn to list his activities.
"Oh! I wanna go on a booze cruise!"
Marge frowned and sighed adding "Drinking..." to his list.
"Kakaako bar for beer lovers."
"More drinking..." Oscar sighed.
"Oh a Tiki bar on the beach!" said Homer excited.
"And more drinking..." said Oscar bemused.
"Homeboy you'll pickle your liver..." said Bart.
"And who's fault is it that I drink to deal with stress?!" Homer screamed at him.
"Homie are all your activities just gonna be drinking..." Marge sighed.
"No..." said Homer offended. "I also want to ride a Segway..."
Bart cracked up laughing.
Homer glared at him.
Those Segways are geeks..." said Oscar.
"I wanna dine out at a nice restaurant every night..." said Homer.
"I think we all do, dear..." Marge smiled.
"Oh! The beer gardens!" said Homer.
"Ugh... that's quite enough Rummy..." Oscar sighed.
Homer growled at him.
"How about you go fishing to relieve some stress..." Marge sighed.
"It's in the script that you wanted to..." said Erik, the Executive producer.
"Okay fine... I'll do some fishing." said Homer.
"Oh chocolate festival!" said Homer wanting to do that.
"CHOCOLAAAAAAATE!" Tom the screaming fish from Spongebob screamed.
Bart face palmed.
"Mini Me likes chocolate..." said Oscar.
...
"And finally it is Oscar's turn to list activities he wants to do..." said Marge reading the lists. She frowned as Homer wanted to do a lot of drinking...
"This is gonna he a joy..." Bart groaned bracing himself for utter stupidity from Oscar.
"Well I wanna chill on my 3DS, and not be nagged at to put it away..." said Oscar.
The ghosts of his parents seethed and shook their fists.
Marge sighed and accepted this.
"You know the games last longer when you take breaks from them..." Lisa sighed.
Oscar's eyes glow red and there is demonic chanting.
"Uh... never mind..." Lisa stammered.
"I wanna go to the chocolate festival too." said Oscar.
"That's two of us!" Homer grinned a broad grin.
"I like chocolate..." Oscar said like Cheese from Foster's Home for imaginary friends.
Bart face palmed.
"Who doesn't?" Homer grinned.
"Lactose intolerant people..." said Bart.
"Well most of us enjoy sweets in moderation..." Marge sighed, Oscar was eating a candy bar.
"Put the candy away boy..." said Homer.
"I wanna watch Disney cartoons..." said Oscar.
"So does Eric!" Marge smiled.
"Cartoons I wanna watch... Ie not Paw Patrol..." Oscar frowned.
Eric scoffed and looked away from Oscar annoyed.
"I wanna enjoy a nice stick of butter..." said Oscar, who um eats butter after I mentioned it in my Futurama Fanfic...
Bart face palmed.
"I wanna swim with the dolphas too! Dolpha Dolpha!" Oscar squealed.
Bart wept upon his crossed arms mortified with Oscar.
Marge smiled at Oscar and put that activity down.
"I wanna do the pirate tour with Bart." said Oscar.
"I'd only appreciate the company as long as you're not squealing at things all the time!" Bart groaned annoyed.
"Haaaaaauuuuw! Dino!" Oscar squealed, rolling on the floor with his pet dinosaur. Dino who resembles a baby Chomby licked him with his wet tongue.
Bart face palmed.
"Finished Pumpkin?" Marge asked.
"Oh no not by a long shot! I also wanna be sniffed by Stitch with his big wet shiny blue koala nose..." said Oscar.
"Lilo and Stitch isn't real..." Bart groaned at him.
...
Dark Clownja then wanted to fire 80% of New Jersey out of a cannon, into the sun...
"Right..." Oscar winced.
"Yeah! Into the sun! Prepare to die, butthole!" Dark Clownja sounds like Fizzie from Sunset Overdrive when he talks.
Oscar face palmed.
"What is up with your clown thing..." Hugo sighed.
They could bring friends if they were available...
"Ugh... tough luck... Milhouse is busy..." said Bart.
"I'm available out of Oz's friends." said Quiffy.
"Eh... makes sense. You're the one who lives everyday as if he's on vacation in Hawaii." said Oscar.
Quiffy grinned while drinking from a coconut half with a straw.
Bart face palmed.
"You have to write down your activities Quiffy." said Oscar handing him a pen.
"This should be a cinch." Quiffy smirked.
Bart rolled his eyes.
"Yes he talks funny Bart... He's a Toon..." said Oscar.
"I want to have some time to jam on my ukulele..." said Quiffy writing.
Bart made a repulsed face.
"Please do not bring that thing..." Oscar groaned.
"I want to buy several new brightly coloured Hawaiian shirts..." said Quiffy.
"Yaaaark.,," Oscar gagged.
"Those are only for fat people, party animals and queers!" Homer snarled.
Marge frowned at Homer.
"I want to go to a luau..." said Quiffy.
Oscar face palmed. "I should have seen that coming from Yankovic here..."
Marge took notes.
"I also want to drink from coconut halves..." said Quiffy sipping his coconut half drink.
Bart face palmed.
"Will you mock Lilo for being fat and having a big nose too?" Oscar asked.
"Uh... no buddy... But I will watch cartoons with you," said Quiffy disappointed he wanted to body shame Lilo from Lilo and Stitch.
"Okay but no challenging other Toons to a Toon fight..." said Oscar.
"Then it's settled, We'll have a fun time!" said Marge pleased.
"If Artie will stay out of our way..." said Homer.
"Yes dear..." said Marge a little sour over Artie being there.
...
They then packed.
Lisa considered packing her books and microscope.
"No I want friends this vacation. I'll just wear Tye Dye clothes and sandals again and hope surfer kids like me..." said Lisa unpacking her books.
Hugo packed big nerdy books and his lab equipment. "Pfffft! Embrace the genius in you Lis..."
Lisa rolled her eyes...
"You're a total wedgie magnet Professor Dorkenstein..." Bart seethed annoyed by nerds.
"And you're dumber than a chimp... brother..." Hugo retorted.
Elsewhere Oscar packed loads of diapers.
Quiffy gawked embarrassed.
Hank seethed and screamed in rage, he stormed off.
"Now to take a break while Teddy sniffs me." said Oscar.
Teddy, his living teddy bear thing sniffed his crotch...
Quiffy retched and ran off in disgust.
"You are freaking people out!" Hank yelled.
Stephen King's It would enrage you then..." Oscar smirked.
The Master bedroom. Marge packed sensible things. Ie clothes and sun cream.
Homer packed silly things. "Budgie Smugglers... Invisible dog leash... Hehehe! Lobster hat..."
Marge sighed and rolled her eyes...
"Homer pack your heart medicine..." She sighed.
"Fine..." Homer sighed. He packed his pills.
"Can I take the metal detector..." He had a metal detector.
"No!" said Marge.
"I'm taking it anyway..." said Homer.
They then gathered in the hall for last minute organisation.
"Okay we all have an early start tomorrow so early to bed..." said Marge.
The kids murmured in reluctant agreement.
"Plus we need time to drop Hank off at that ultra evangelical pearl clutching church of Puritan snobs." said Marge.
"I am not a snob! Stop justifying Oscar's diaper freakiness!" Hank seethed.
"Deluded... so deluded..." Homer shook his head tutting.
Hank stormed off fuming.
"Please die already..." Oscar said coldly.
Marge sighed vexed with him.
Plot 4