Author's Note:

This is more based on Tapped Out: The Simpsons then the show itself. The game was announced to be ending on January 24th, 2025.

Homer J Simpson laid on the couch, watching TV. He hadn't been to work since the announcement. Mr. Burns had said it wasn't necessary for him to come in due to the new AI workers the businessman had hired. So to fill up his newfound free time, Homer binged watched TV and drank Duff beer.

"Homer, do you want to go to the store with me?" Marge Simpson walked into the living room, pulling off her fall themed oven mitts. Homer looked up from the couch.

"Do you need something for your baking?"

"Yes, I added too much cinnamon to the pumpkin bread and need some more. The bread will be out in 40 minutes, so we'll leave after I take it out of the oven and put it on a wire rack to cool."

Homer checked his watch. "Ok, let me just finish this show." He laid back down and Marge left to do some more house cleaning. He continued to drink his Duff but soon found it only had a trickle left in the can. "Ah, need more beer." He eased himself up off the couch, stretching his arms above his head before heading into the kitchen. It was full of the delicious smell of pumpkin spice bread, and he saw that Marge had some porkchops in the sink to defrost. He went to the fridge and opened it, looking at the bottom shelf where he usually kept his Duff beer. It was empty.

"Huh, I'm all out." He announced, straightening up and closing the fridge. "I'll go check the basement fridge." He said, straightening up and closing the fridge door.

The oven went off and Homer quickly pressed the button to turn it off. "Marge! The pumpkin bread is done!" He grabbed an oven mitt and got the bread out of the oven, setting it on the stovetop.

Marge hurried in and went to the utensil drawer to get a knife. She slid it into the bread, bringing it back out to check for doneness. "It's not quite done." she told her husband, putting it back into the oven and re-setting the timer. "If you're going down to the basement, could you grab some chicken breasts from the freezer? I'll need to marinade it tomorrow." she asked her husband. Homer gave her a kiss.

"Yes, dear." He walked out of the kitchen and went to the basement door. He opened the door and went down the stairs, going over to the fridge in the corner and opening it.

No Duff. He frowned, thinking about the last time he had to get a beer from here. He thought he still had a few in there..? He grabbed the chicken breast for Marge and closed the fridge door. He went back upstairs to the kitchen and handed it to her. Marge wiped her hands on a hand towel before taking it and putting the package in a container to thaw in the fridge.

"I'm out of beer so I'm calling Moe." He informed her before grabbing the kitchen phone and dialing.

"Moe's Tavern. Whatcha want?"

"Moe, it's Homer. Can you deliver me some Duff?"

"I got pumpkin ale duff and autumn spiced Duff. No regular until next week."

"Ok, how much?"

"$50 for a six pack and delivery. And you can't put it on your tab."

"Doh!" Homer groaned, checking his wallet. He was still about 66 cents short. "Let me call you back." He hung up and went into the living room, pulling up the couch cushions to look for spare change. Bart ran downstairs with a bag, opening the door.

"BART!" Homer barked, looking into the hallway to see what all the racket was. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to hang out with Milhouse." Bart gave him a wide-eyed look.

"To do what?"

"…stuff."

"No pranks, right?"

"Does it really matter? We're all being blown to smithereens in a few months anyway."

"Don't remind me." Home huffed. "Do you have any change, by any chance?"

"No. I went through the house a couple of days ago and cleared the couch and laundry room out." Bart left with Milhouse, shutting the front door behind him before Homer could reply.

"Doh!" Homer yelled, putting back the cushions and going to check other rooms for spare change.

Homer checked his coin jar on his dresser, coming up with all but one cent of the needed change. Irritated that he needed such an annoying coin to get his beer, he combed the house thoroughly, even asking Marge if she had a penny by chance. She replied no and continued folding the clothes.

Finally, he huffed and sat down on the couch, grumbling. "Oh. I'd do anything for a Duff...lousy, useless coins."

There was a flash of light and a very familiar figure stood in front of him.

"Ah! Devil Flanders!" Homer stood up. "What an 'unexpected' surprise."

"Indeed. I was just in the neighborhood, checking in on some clients when I heard you. But moving on with the story, you would do anything, Homer?" the Devil smiled.

"...well, I can't give you my soul." Homer admitted, putting his hands into his pants pockets.

"Right. But I do have a proposition for you, Homer." the Devil went to the side of Homer, putting an arm around his shoulders. "I'll make up that last bit of change and in the future, you'll do something for me."

"Like what?"

"Just a little favor. Nothing too nefarious."

"Sold!" Homer said, shaking the Devil's hand. The Devil smiled and snapped his fingers. There was a flash of light then a small copper colored coin laid where the Devil had been standing.

"Woohoo!" Homer bent over with a grunt to pick it up. He recounted the change then went to the phone in the kitchen.

"Y'ello. Moe, it's Homer. I got the money so I'll take that last case of Duff beer, please."

"Good. I'll be by in ten minutes." Moe hung up as did Homer who went back to the couch to finish watching his show.