Days of Future Future Homer dies! Then comes back as clones repeatedly until he runs out of clone bodies and has to live on inside a computer. Marge gets fed up with him and kicks him out and Jenda gets back with Bart.
Plot
The couch gag is the launch is covered in bubble wrap. The Simpsons jump on it and pop the bubbles.
"I'll just settle for playing with this Bublé wrap..." said Stewie. The sheet of Bublé wrap sang Michael Bublé songs.
...
Very early in the morning at the Simpsons house Marge gets up to start the day. She yawns then gasps. The stairs and downstairs hall are a mess.
She follows the mess to the kitchen.
"Please let it be a bear that did this."
Teddy, Oscar's teddy bear thing was in there having made a mess by helping himself to the food in the fridge. On the kitchen table he had been dipping pickles in chocolate.
Marge gasped horrified and angry with him.
"Holy Lima beans on a comb!" Teddy yelled.
Oscar was called down to see to his pet. "Oscaaaaaar!" Marge yelled.
Some time later.
Oscar sighed and tapped his foot annoyed at Teddy. "Teddy why did you mess up the kitchen and eat our food?!"
"I only ate a trout and attempted to make my patented chocolate dipped pickles..." Teddy explained.
Oscar face palmed.
"I couldn't get back to sleep! I had a nightmare about the clowns again!" Teddy whined.
"Oh geez not the clowns..." Marge sighed.
"They're the ultimate eviiiiil!" said Teddy trilling his vowels.
"Good morning Agrabaaaaah!" Homer arrived as Genie.
Oscar laughed.
Marge sighed.
"I am granting one wish, first dibs say the two magic words!" said Homer as Genie, the blue Disney genie.
"Wish for a talking chicken! Wish for a talking chicken!" Teddy yelled hyperactive.
Oscar winced.
"Oh a purple duck!" Teddy screamed.
"No wish for a headless clown! HEADLESS CLOWN!" Oscar screeched.
Teddy screamed and whimpered.
"Oh crumbs! Your fear of clowns..." said Oscar.
Teddy whimpered.
"No! I wish for this mess to be tidied up and our refrigerator restocked with food!" Marge yelled.
Homer snapped his fingers and granted her wish only. The kitchen was neat and tidy.
"Thanks dear." Marge kissed Genie Homer.
"Awwwww... I wanted a talking chicken..." Teddy whined.
"Well I hope I don't wake up to a mess again tomorrow!" Marge glared at Teddy.
"Busted!" Oscar grinned.
...
The next morning.
Marge yawns as she wakes up before everyone else to start the day.
She gasped. There was another mess. The stains lead down the stairs and to the kitchen.
"Please let it be a bear that did this." She groaned. That was yesterday! Moving on!
Honer as himself was lying on the kitchen table having eaten everything in the fridge. He groaned.
"How much did I eat?" he groaned.
"Homie, you can't keep doing this to yourself."
(scoffs) "I'm as healthy as a horse." said Homer making a horse sound in disbelief.
"Horses only live 30 years." said Marge.
Homer neighs like a horse in shock.
A brain dead horse trots in.
Everyone is silent with abject terror.
"Homer... the horse is here..."
The brain dead horse stares.
"He's creeping me out..." Oscar whimpered.
Marge sighed as she gazed at Homer in disappointment.
"If you could just ease up on the eating after 3:00 a.m. That's all I ask." said Marge.
"Fine..." said Homer.
Teddy scampered in. "WHO ATE MY CHOCOLATE DIPPED PICKLES?"
Marge face palmed.
Homer is now in the hall in his underwear.
"Marge is right. I'm gonna walk upstairs, take her in my arms and tell her my good health starts now!" said Homer.
He climbs the stairs.
"Mm-hmm! Legs pumping. Blood flowing."
He feels exhausted.
"Two at a time. (grunting)"
He sweats and pants.
"Heart exploding. (yelling, grunting)" he falls don the stairs. "Ow! Sonnuva! D'oh!"
"Ooh. Pepperoni." There's some pepperoni, he eats it. Ugh...
Then he has a heart attack and grunts and sweats in agony. "Ow my heart!"
He wheezes.
"All that's left are clever last words." He then chokes and gargles before dying.
A serious organ jingle plays as he lies there dead.
...
The church of Springfield. A caption says "Homer's funeral. Yeah we called it."
Everyone inside is wearing black and they're whimpering and sobbing.
"And so we mourn the loss of Homer J. Simpson." said Lovejoy.
"Beloved husband, father and poorly informed sports fan. All he did was yell "traveling" at the screen." The Reverend spoke as we pan round the church at everyone's tearful faces as sorrowful music plays.
Adiago for strings plays.
Teddy cries cartoonishly with tear fountains. "Waaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Why are you even crying... You hated him... He always kicked you up the tuchus..." said Oscar. "And other delicate places..."
Marge sobbed softly into a hankie. "I wish they never invented grilled cheese..."
Even the kids were miserable. Except Hugo who was glad the old bastard died.
Moe arrives to offer his condolences.
"Major condolences on your bereavement, dear. If, uh... you know, after a respectful period of grief and whatnot, uh... yous would like to have some coffee, please give a call." He is trying to make his move on her...
"Thank you, Moe." said Marge taking the flowers he offered her and his card.
Lisa frowned at him.
Suddenly joyful kettle drums played. Marge glared as we pan over to what she's giving a vexed look to. Patty and Selma, James and Hugo are dancing joyfully with maracas and wearing bright summer clothes.
"You ghouls!" Marge spat.
Patty and Selma shrugged and the four enemies of Homer continued dancing.
"Uh, I disliked the fatso too, I'm going to allow this..." said Lovejoy.
"What a jerk!" Lenny frowned.
"Yeah some of us liked Homer!" Carl heckled.
Hugo danced to the kettle drums and shook his maracas.
"Shameful joy guys... shameful joy..." Lisa seethed.
"Stop!" Professor Frink bursts in.
"In the naaaaaaaame of looooooooove!" Oscar got up and sang.
Bart punched him in the gut. "Oof."
"Stop with the wailing and the gnashing and the aye..." said Frink.
"Homer is not dead! I have made a copy." he explained.
"Don't you dare!" Hugo screamed in rage.
Another Homer jumped forward. He wore a number 2 on his shirt.
"I'm number two." said Homer 2.
Oscar screeched with hysterical laughter. "Nahahahahaha! You're a poo!"
Bart glared at him.
"Yeah not funny kid..." said Homer 2.
...
Everyone murmured in excitement.
"Kallae Kistnaeeeee..." Oscar rasped.
"You're alive! But how?" Marge asked.
"Uh, well... (clears throat, speak gibberish)" Frink begins to explain.
Hugo seethed.
"I was able to put Homer's memories in the body of a clone, identical to the original in every way." said Frink.
"In every way is copyright of Disney..." said the Blue haired lawyer.
"I wanted to clone a sheep, but I needed to start with something simpler. Which he is, because his brain is fliveck." said Frink.
"Well I'm glad you're back dear." Marge hugs Homer.
"Awwwwww!" said everyone cooing.
"Yes, I wanted this experiment to succeed, which it has, so I can bring back my own father!" said Frink.
John Frink Sr arrived. "Son please! No! We both know how this is gonna end!" He ripped off Lenny's arm.
"Ow my arm!" Lenny whined.
Frink Jr sighed.
"Oh... Dad, you're back!" Lisa hugged Dad.
"Just in time for my recital." she took out her saxophone.
"Somebody kill me..." Homer groaned.
"I'd love too..." Hugo snarled holding a ray gun.
"Now, Homie. I hope you use this second chance to live a more sensible life." Marge said her husband.
"Amen, baby." said Homer. They kissed.
"Did you make potato salad for the wake?" he asked.
"Yes." Marge was concerned he still had his piggish appetite.
"And it took her three days to make! THREE DAYS!" Oscar yelled.
Bart face palmed.
At the wake, which ended up instead being a celebration of Homer returning from the dead...
"Are you a zombie?" Oscar asked Homer as he stuffed himself with potato salad.
"No... go away, eating..." said Homer eating potato salad.
Lt. Ellen Ripley was there.
"Lt Ellen Ripley?!" Oscar asked.
"No, I'm her 8th clone. The first seven er came back horribly wrong..." said Ripley 8.
...
Soon there was a second funeral. The clone died from eating potato salad...
The marquee said condolence money donated to Marge would not be refunded.
"That man sure loved potato salad." Bart sobbed.
Oscar laughed. "Potato salad..."
Hugo angrily cracks his knuckles.
"Ah, hey, Midge. Uh... here we are again, ah?" Moe tries to woo Marge again.
"Yeah... (laughs)" Marge sighed giving a sad laugh.
"And, oh, uh, here, uh, my new card." said Moe. "(laughs) Yeah."
Suddenly...
"I'm back! Coming through!" Homer wearing a 3 runs down the aisle.
Hugo curses in rage.
"Hugo!" Marge told him off.
Homer high fives Lenny. "Yeah."
"I can die all I want. Frink's got Homers like the Tuileries has park benches. Huh? I wonder where I picked that up." said Homer
"Oh. I planted a Western history chip, but all you retained were the places to sit down." said Frink.
"Nice!" Homer fist bumped Sideshow Mel.
"And where Hobos sleep." said Frink.
"Why are you shoe horning that in..." Hank seethed.
"My fan fiction my rules..." said Oscar.
"On the way home can we get a talking chicken?" Teddy asked.
Oscar face palmed.
"Did you make potato salad for the wake?" Homer asked.
"Homer we just had a wake for your first funeral... Your clone ate himself to death on potato salad at it..." said Marge.
Homer sighed.
"Dad please try to live this life more sensibly..." Lisa begged him.
Plot 2
The song Same as it ever was/And the days go by plays over a montage of Homer dying and coming back as clones.
At a grave in the rain, the Simpsons are soon mourning the passing of Homer 3.
"He got run over at a junction..." said Oscar.
Homer 4 tripped and fell into the grave. "Whaaaa-oof!"
Oscar cracked up laughing.
Bart glared at him.
Mona arrived wearing black. "Why you awful, awful man! Get out of son's clone's grave!"
Homer is silent and not responding.
"Uh I think he's dead Grandma..." said Bart.
"Let her die already! You're being disrespectful!" Hank screamed.
Guys in boiler suits shrug and bury the Homer and the coffin containing an earlier Homer.
A few years later. Bart is in his teens, Lisa is a goth or a satanist and Maggie is a tad older.
"And Eric is born..." said Oscar.
The blue haired fanon son of the Simpsons with the cool fan art was sat at the table.
"Stop shoe horning him in there!" Hank screamed.
"Life is bleak..." Goth Lisa sighed.
Oscar winced.
The toast pops up from the toaster.
Homer collects the toast but his electrocuted when he touches it. He dies.
Homer 6 took his toast and ate it.
"Are we taking the Lexus to Aunt Party and Selma's funeral?" Lisa asked.
"Eh, Frink probably has clones of them waiting to come back too..." said Homer.
Homer 6 died by Eric tripping him at the top of the stairs. Homer yells and tumbles down the stairs.
Eric has an evil smirk on his face. Apparently he's evil in this future or something...
There is soon a Homer 7.
He injured himself badly trying to climb the Matterhorn. He is bed with bandages limbs holding a flag that says "Matterhorn or bust."
Bart is older and Lisa resembles her college self from Lisa's Wedding.
"Homer, you'll be all right, but, uh, no solid food for two weeks." said Elderly Hibbert.
"Aw... two weeks?" Homer whined. He pulls his own plug and dies.
The music starts up again.
...
At Costlo, a spoof of Costco.
Homer is buying things in bulk.
"No those are every spring!"
"No those are every summer!"
"No those are every fall!"
"No those are every winter!" Some clones are arguing.
Homer 12 or something shook his head.
There was also a killer turkey sandwich.
Homer 12 sighed. "Is it gonna turn me into a zombie turkey..."
No but the meat is a little dry.
Homer screamed.
Later loads of Homers have died. A Homer climbs on them to get a jar of peanuts or something. He has a heart attack and dies.
Thirty years later there is another funeral for yet another Homer.
The marquee is equally frustrated by the Homers constantly dying.
People groan bored.
"We are gathered here to mourn the passing of yet another Homer Simpson." Lovejoy sighed.
Marge is now going grey and her kids are grownup. Bart has brought Kirk and Picard with him.
"Beloved father, precious memories, local character, et cetera." said Lovejoy.
Marge sobbed. Although she was getting a little fed up with Homer constantly dying.
"Okay. We're ready for the crematorium bot." said Lovejoy.
A giant robot makes a backing up beep while picking up Homer's white coffin which resembles the sense deprivation chambers at the homeopath treatment store.
"It it backing up or making an objection?" Bart asked.
Oscar shrugged.
The cremobot picks up Homer's coffin and heads towards the oven.
Homer suddenly starts hammering frantically in the coffin as if he came back to life.
"Wait a minute!"
Hus family gasp in horror and wordlessly protest.
Hugo face palmed annoyed.
However a Lovejoy gives the robot the command to put him in the oven. Homer is cooked or cremated. Now he was truly dead.
Oscar laughed. Marge and the family glare at him.
Hugo chuckled patting Oscar's back.
...
Still at Homer's funeral.
The Simpsons were horrified Lovejoy had Homer, who wasn't actually quite dead, cremated.
"Don't go far, Cremo." said Lovejoy.
Cremo beeped and scooted back to the altar and waited.
"In many ways, Homer Simpson was a supporting player in our lives." said Lovejoy. "In other ways he was a glutton and constantly broke into my house and ate all my food..."
Marge wept embarrassed.
"Now we bid Homer a somber farewell as-" said Lovejoy. There is yelling from the front row.
Cremo reactivated himself and took it upon himself to grab Grampa because he was sleeping. The Simpsons grabbed Grampa to stop the cremation robot from cremating him.
"Cooooool!" Oscar chuckled.
"Oz... not funny..." Bart glared at him.
Kirk Simpson winced at Oscar.
Lovejoy face palmed as the Simpsons snatched Grampa from the rogue cremation robot.
"I dread to think what the cremation robot Cremo unit 2 is doing at the Synagogue...
Springfield Synagogue.
All hell breaks loose as the Cremation robot Unit 2 is grabbing all the screaming people attending a fellow congregant's funeral and putting them in his oven. Because Uh reasons...
"Nein! Nein! Nein! Anne Frankly I am Fuhrerious!" Oscar who briefly visited to witness this yelled.
Cousin Hank seethed.
"Go to your safe space Karen..." said Oscar.
Back at the church.
Moe arrives to woo Marge again.
"Oh, Moe, are we doing this again?" Marge sighed.
"You know what? No." Moe turned off his hologram flowers.
"I'm tired of getting my hopes up here. You and your immortal husband can go take a flying leap!" Moe yelled.
Professor Frink arrives.
"Oh no you don't!" Hugo yells drawing a ray gun on him.
However Frink is alone. And has some bad news.
"Um, I am so very sorry, but, uh, this time, I could not bring Homer back to life."
"Wha...?" Everyone gasped.
"(groans) Stupid Moe. You just had to act like yourself, didn't you, you jackass?" Moe scolded himself for being rude to Marge.
"Yes! Score!" Hugo cheered to himself and did a fist pump.
Lisa glared at him.
...
Frink has more news though.
"All is not lost." said the nerdy professor.
Everyone mutters confused.
"Don't you dare!" Hugo got up and yelled.
"Hugo sit down!" Marge pulled him back down.
"I was able to download Homer's brain into this flash drive." said Frink holding a flash drive.
"And I'll take that flash drive and I'll smash it to pieces with this hammer!" Hugo yelled.
Marge face palmed. Lisa glared at Hugo.
"Daddy? Why does Uncle Hugo hate Grampa?" Kirk asked Bart.
"I don't know Kirk." said Bart.
"We can't take him anywhere..." Lisa sighed.
Hank seethed, annoyed this episode was back up again.
Marge sighed. "It'll have to do." to the Professor about Homer's situation.
Frink plugs in the flash drive to a TV.
Homer's head appears on the TV.
"Yo. Where's my body?" Homer whined.
"Oh, you used up all your clones, you fat, fat, fat, reckless, fat pig!" Frink ranted.
Oscar laughed. "Bullying fat people is funny..."
Hank glared at him.
"From now on, you're just going to be a face on a monitor." Frink scolded Homer. "So, enjoy screen saver mode!"
Homer bounces about the screen.
"Bonk. Bonk. Bonk. Ooh. Corner. Ba-donk." Homer made a silly sound every time he bounced off a corner.
"Uh..." Bart winced.
Oscar laughed.
"Let me just say this once." Marge gets up. "Noooooooooooooooooooo!" She screamed dramatically.
"Coooool! She cracked!" said Oscar.
"I'm good." Marge sighed.
After the service. Everyone headed home.
Larry the barfly went fishing.
Bart winced seeing him wear a fishing hat and holding a rod.
...
At the Simpsons house. The holographic facade kept flickering, showing a sad little stone building underneath was the house's true appearance. Marge and Homer's cars were joined on the drive by a blue car, possibly Bart's and a white hybrid car, likely to be Lisa's.
Indoors the family gathered. Lisa brought Zia, Bart had Kirk and Picard with him.
"Hey, kids. Want to chase Grandpa Homer around the house?" Homer asked the boys.
"I do!" said Picard.
"Yay!" Kirk cheered.
They chase Homer's head around the house as he travels along screens. The kids giggle.
Oscar fainted from cuteness overload. "D'aaaawwwwwww!" Clunk! He keeled over backwards.
Bart winced.
"After 35 years of wifely obedience, I'm married to a face on a screen." Marge sighed dejected and embarrassed.
"Not exactly fun and games for me, either, Marge." said Homer. A candy based screensaver game starts as candies rain down on the screen.
"Ooh... Goody Gobble!" Homer cheers. He collects the candy in his mouth and eats it.
(chomping) Pac-Man sounds are heard.
Oscar laughed. "Coooool!"
Lisa shook her head.
"Oooooh! Liquorice power up!" said Homer delighted.
Oscar chuckled.
Milhouse arrived.
"How are you, Milhouse?" Marge asked.
"Things aren't great with Lisa." said Milhouse.
Lisa huffed offended.
"If it wasn't for that squirrel that eats our bird food, we'd have nothing to talk about." said Milhouse.
Oscar was acting like a squirrel... His nose was twitching and quivering and he grinded his incisors together before licking his hands and cleaning himself.
Bart gawked at him, mortified.
"As I told you when we talked last month, "I've been doing a lot of charity work for the undead."" Lisa sighed.
"Gahahahaha! Cooooool!" Oscar cooed. More on this later!
Lisa sighed.
"Please just die already..." Cousin Hank seethed.
Oscar stuck his middle finger up at Hank.
Marge sighed. "Why can't you two get along..."
"He's a jerk..." said Oscar pointing at Hank.
"Stop justifying yourself! Creep!" Hank yelled.
Plot 3
Homer froze.
"Uh, Marge, excuse me. Uh... I think I need a reboot."
Oscar laughed.
Bob from Reboot was baffled and arched an eyebrow.
"Oz why is Dad frozen funny..." Bart sighed.
"Just stick the tip of your pen in that little hole and hold it for 15 minutes." said Homer.
(click) Marge had the pen control to refresh Homer. She frowned.
"No. I'm throwing you out of the house." Marge had enough.
Homer gasped.
"You can live with your no-good son." Marge yelled.
"Hey. What did I do?" Bart whined.
"Nothing for 30 years. You're perfect for each other." Marge yelled.
Bart sulked.
"No. No. No. Don't pull me out before you click eject. That hurts like a mother...!" Homer whined as Marge ejected him without prompting the computer to eject the flash drive device. Homer yelled before being turned off.
Marge handed Homer to Bart.
Bart sighed.
We cut to the fourth grade classroom at the school which is now Bart's apartment.
"So, Dad, what do you think of my place?" Bart asked.
Homer frowned.
"Son, could you put me in 3-D for a second?" Homer asked.
(click) Bart activated 3D. Giving Homer a holographic body.
"Why, you little...! I'll teach you to emulate my sloppiness!" Homer tried to strangle Bart but couldn't as he had no physical presence.
Bart rolled his eyes.
"Hahahaha! You can't do that anymore!" Oscar laughed.
(click) Bart turned the 3D off. Homer was just a face on a screen.
Homer seethed disappointed in Bart.
...
Still in Bart's place.
"Okay, guys. Time for you to go to your mother's." Bart said to his boys.
"Awww... can Teddy torment and sniff them with his big wet shiny nose for a bit?" Oscar whined.
Bart growled. "No!"
Homer shook his head at Oscar softly.
A door appeared. "Here's your mom's house."
(rings doorbell) Picard rings the doorbell.
Jerry the alien answered. He is a green bug-like alien.
Oscar screamed in terror.
Bart face palmed.
"(sighs) Hi, Jerry." Bart greeted Jerry.
"Hey, Bart. Great to see you, man." said Jerry.
Bart sighed as he hated Jerry for being a better man to Jenda than he ever was.
"How are you?" Bart tried to be polite.
"Great. Great." said Jerry.
There was an awkward pause. Jerry coughed.
Oscar plays with a paddle and ball.
"So, I guess you and Jenda are still together?" Bart asked.
"Yep." said Jerry.
"Is she there?" Bart asked.
"Oh, yeah. She's just getting out of the shower." said Jerry.
There's another awkward pause as Jerry looks about.
"Hey, you're looking good, man. You been working out or what?" Jerry asked being nice.
"No." said Bart.
"You're lucky, man." said Jerry. "I have to hit the gym like every day, or I'm like..." (shrieks) He did a weird alien screech.
"Coooooool! Do that again!" Oscar cooed.
"Uh... no..." said Jerry.
...
Jenda then arrives. Fully clothed.
"(kiss) Hey, baby." Jerry and Jenda kissed. Jerry using his Alien style extendable tongue jaw thing with a little mouth.
"Holy crud! He has an Alien tongue!" Oscar screamed.
Bart face palmed.
"How does your species Uh... do it? Does it involve Chestbursters...?" Oscar asked Jerry.
Bart growled mortified for Jerry. "I'm sorry Jerry..."
"It's alright Bart. Oz I am not explaining that sort of question in front of the kids..." said Jerry.
"Hurry, boys. We're going camping this weekend." said Jenda.
"But our thing was camping." Bart whined.
"Living out of a car is not "camping."" said Jenda.
Oscar laughed at Bart.
Bart glared at him.
"(laughing): That's right, babe. (kiss)" said Jerry. They kiss again. With his Alien mouth tongue thing.
Oscar screamed.
Bart face palmed.
It was time for them to depart.
"Bye." said Picard.
"Good-bye, Daddy!" said Kirk.
"Goodbye goodbye!" Oscar said in a silly manner.
"Take care, Bart." said Jerry.
"Hey. Check's due on the first, whether it's a weekend or not." Jenda said with a frown.
"Quit ripping him to shreds you cold bitch! You've won! He has nothing! He still has more of a right to see his kids than some dads!" Oscar rants.
Bart face palmed.
Jenda and the family shut the front door and it vanishes.
"Dad, if I ever needed fatherly wisdom, it's now." Bart sighed.
Homer is frozen with wall eyes and a rainbow swirly ball on his forehead.
Bart groaned.
...
At Cretaceous Park... Yes, Jurassic Park is real in the future...
"Coooool!" Oscar following Bart into the staff entrance cooed.
"Yeah Oz... it's cool..." Bart sighed.
Pteranodons fly overhead.
Oscar sings.
"Holy fucking shit,
It's a Dinosaur!
Jesus Christ – What the fuck!?" to the song that plays when the main characters see dinosaurs walking about for the first time.
Bart glared at him.
Oscar sings in doos to the Jurassic Park music.
Bart face palmed and heads off to his supervisor Nelson. Yes Nelson is his boss.
There is a show featuring a raptor with coloured feathers on its head roaring.
The crowd cheers.
"Okay, everyone. Jolly did a great job standing on her hind legs. What does she get?" asked a blonde lady with an annoying voice wearing a wet suit.
"A goat!" The crowd cheered.
A goat is thrown to the raptor-like dinosaur. She tears it apart and eats it.
"Clever girl..." said Muldoon.
"Can Dino perform?" Oscar asked Hugo.
"I dunno, isn't he a little shy?" Hugo asked wearing a white lab coat.
Dino, who resembles a baby Chomby is cowering behind Oscar.
Oscar sighed.
Bart has a miserable job there cleaning up dinosaur poop.
"Cheer up, Bart. You're working with dinosaurs." said Nelson.
Oscar in doos sings Jurassic Park music.
"Doooo dooo dooo! Dooo doo doo doo dooooo!"
Bart sighed. "I'm shovelling up Dino muck..."
Nelson sighed.
"Also I miss my kids..."
...
Elsewhere... At a soup kitchen.
Zombies line up for food.
The zombies growl. Some bite each other.
Oscar laughed.
Lisa sighed.
"Can you try to take this seriously Oz?!"
"No! It's stupid! You're running a soup kitchen for zombies!" Oscar cracked up laughing.
Lisa face palmed.
"Braaaaaaaiiiiins!" said a zombie.
Oscar cracked up laughing.
"Don't laugh..." said the zombie.
Oscar chuckled. "Braaaaaaaiiiiiins..." He mimicked the zombies.
Lisa frowned at him.
"Brains..." said a zombie impatiently.
"Actually, Terrance, this is a synthetic substance." said Lisa.
"You're naming them?!" Oscar winced.
"Devised for zombie vegans. Or "zegans." Lisa explained.
"Meh." The zombie left in a huff.
Oscar chuckled.
Lisa frowned at him.
"He's just gonna be insensitive all day Lis..." Milhouse sighed.
"They're zombies! And she's trying to feed them in a soup kitchen!" Oscar cracked up laughing.
The zombies groan and growl.
Oscar chuckled.
"We all voted Republicaaaaaaan!" moaned a zombie.
"No that was electoral fraud... the dead can't vote..." said Oscar.
Lisa seethed.
"What are you doing here?" Lisa asked Milhouse."
"I was worried about you, you know with your customers..." said Milhouse.
A zombie growled and reached out at the glass shield protecting the three living people.
Oscar chuckled. "Look at them trying kill us..."
Lisa frowned at him.
...
At Cretaceous Park.
Bart is feeding the Ichthyosaurs fish.
The ichthyosaurs squeaked and whistled.
"Haaaaauw! Dolphas!" Oscar squealed.
Bart face palmed.
"Ichthyosaurs Oz..." said Nelson.
"Oh... so prehistoric Dolphas then..." said Oscar. "Dolpha! Dolpha!" He squeaked.
Bart sighed. "Can I leave my post to inform the CEO his husband is down here sperging out..."
"Sorry but no, I'll get my hide canned too, We'll go to the night club later... My mom still works there..."
"How?! She's like 87!" said Bart.
"She can't retire. They abolished social security." said Nelson.
"With 99 Democrats in Congress?!" Bart yelled.
"That one Republican is very good at getting his own way..." said Nelson.
"It's Trump ain't it..." said Oscar.
"Oh great..l politics..." Hank seethed.
"Look, I'm not really in the mood for partying..." Bart groaned.
"So just gonna bum around in your apartment all night..." Nelson sighed.
Oscar teleported off to annoy Lisa.
She was still dealing with the zombies.
The zombies try to crash at her.
"One at a time! One at a time! There's enough garden brains for everyone!" Lisa whined.
"No! Real brains! Braaaaaaiiiinns!" said the zombies.
Lisa sighed.
"I'm worried about us getting bitten..." said Milhouse.
A zombie gasped. "Oh so we always bite ay? You sir am racist!" said the zombie.
"Oh great you offended them..." Lisa seethed.
Oscar laughed.
Lisa scowled. "This is a serious thing I'm doing!"
"No it's funny... They're flesh eating zombies..." Oscar chuckled.
Plot 4
