Covercraft Homer forms a garage band with Dr Hibbert, Kirk and Tim Lovejoy. Apu then joins them as he can sing covers of songs professionally. However he then gets famous and leaves the band, Homer gets envious.
Plot
The are no title gags apart from the couch gag. The couch gag is the Simpsons are too busy staring at their internet phones and texting that they bump into each other. "Oof!" They collide and drop their phones. However they just pick up their phones and continue texting or gaming.
...
Moe's outside the front of the bar one evening.
Moe is annoyed at the owner of King Toot's. The owner of King Toots, the high strung, tall thin guy in a suit who closed early, denying Homer the chance to buy saxophone reeds for his daughter has been replaced.
He has been replaced by a fat, aggressive and hairy Slavic guy with a hairy chest because he always has his shirt open instead of buttoned up. The new Slavic guy has a moustache too.
He is annoyed as he takes out his garbage because King Toot is using his dumpster. He is throwing away sun bed parts.
"Well, if ain't my next-door neighbor, King Toot." Moe seethed.
"Moe." said Mr Toot scowling. There is some sort of animosity between them.
"How many times I got to tell you not to throw your trash in my dumpster?" Moe ranted,
"Oh, come on, Szyslak. I got to make space in the store for my new side business- a tanning salon that secretly has cameras in the beds, which feeds into my Web site, something something dot com, That is registered." said King Toot.
Moe grimaced finding that creepy but brushed it off as he had installed hidden cameras himself in the Simpsons house to spy on Marge.
"I miss the old guy that ran your store..." Moe seethed.
"I'm rebooting under-used characters again..." Matt hissed annoyed. Well don't under use your characters and then reboot them twenty seasons later...
Oscar was out at night for some reason. Oh yeah he has to be there to note down the events as they happen so Bob the narrator writes them down... Oscar is typing away on a laptop.
"And as for you punk! How many times must I tell you not to leave your weird, biting clown things in my dumpster?!" Moe scolded Oscar.
There were angry, rabid Clownjas in the dumpster growling.
Oscar smirked when he saw the colourful cartoon clown monsters in the dumpster.
"Stop doing Killer Klowns From Outer Space references!" Moe yelled.
"Uh about my tanning salon beds with hidden cameras feed to my possibly illegal website?" King Toot asked.
"Yeah, sounds great. Maybe then you could afford to rent your own dumpster..." Moe seethed.
"Oh I prefer my current situation. Free of charge..." said King Toots smirking. He wanted to continue using Moe's dumpster.
"And I want to continue breeding evil Clownjas in your dumpster in a trite Killer Klowns reference. You know the bit where the baby Killer Klowns eat that guy..." said Oscar.
Moe and King Toot suddenly start brawling. Oscar evades the scuffling men and flies up to the roof and sits there watching them fight.
"Cooool! Fight! Fight! Fight!" He cheers them on.
"I'll eat your hair!" King Toot yelled.
"Uh that's a weird threat..." Oscar said wincing.
"Call that a testicle kick?!" Moe seethed as the men fought.
Oscar summoned popcorn and ate it as he watched the men brawl.
...
Chief Wiggum sees Moe and King Toot fighting in the street. He sighs and gets in his patrol car and pulls up outside Moe's to stop them.
The patrol car's tires screech as it pulls up and the round, chubby police chief waddles out.
"All right, you two, break it up." said Chief Wiggum.
"Drive on, asphalt cowboy, or I'll squeeze his brain out like an edamame." Moe said rudely with an attitude. He was still brawling with King Toot.
"Eh, uh, a what?" Chief Wiggum asked.
"Those beans you eat before your sushi comes." said Moe.
"Oh, salt peas. I call them salt peas." said Wiggum.
"Uh... okay..." said Oscar sat on the roof of Moe's.
"And lose the attitude Moe... Or I'll haul you down to the police station myself..." Chief Wiggum said sharply, he had his hands on his hips letting the angry men know he meant what he said. He was on duty...
Moe scowled.
"Asphalt cowboy? How about Rhinestone Cowboy?" Oscar gets out his guitar and plays Rhinestone Cowboy and sings along.
Chief Wiggum sighed and face palmed. "Oscar... go home..."
"I would but I have to be here to narrate..." said Oscar in a dry manner.
"Look, Officer, after 20 years of being neighbors, tempers sometimes flare up. Moe's a good guy." said King Toot.
"My acne has started to flare up..." said Oscar cutting into the conversation. He has spots...
"No, no, no, it's my fault. I'm a hothead." said Moe.
"And I'm a spot head..." said Oscar squeezing his spots. A spot bursts, pus splatters everywhere.
"I ain't got no beef with you, Toot." said Moe.
"He has lamb..." said Oscar. That's a ridiculous response...
"Will you shut up and go home?!" All three men yell.
Oscar scowled.
(whispering): "You better stay out of my dumpster." Moe angrily whispered to King Toot that he was serious about the dumpster.
"I've also been stealing the catalogs out of your mailbox." said King Toot smugly.
The store owners brawl again. Wiggum sighed and shook his head.
There is angry growling and screaming. Moe shoves Toot through the windows of his own music store and they fight with the instruments.
"Itt's my dumpster!" Moe yelled.
Moe shoved Toot in a sun bed and stapled it shut.
Chief Wiggum zaps the two rogues with a taser and arrests them for brawling.
Back up arrives to arrest the brawling business owners. Toot is badly sunburnt.
...
The next morning. Homer drives Lisa to King Toots.
"And that's the terrifying tale of how the Quebec Nordiques became... the Colorado Avalanche." said Homer telling a daft story.
Lisa sighed exasperated.
"Well here we are at Moe's and Toots." said Homer.
"Dad don't even think about it... You've just had breakfast..." Lisa sighed as he wanted to drink...
However both the tavern and the musical instrument store were closed!
"Oh, no! King Toot's is closed!" Lisa lamented as the store was normally open at this time.
"Ach du liebe!" Üter whined. "I need reeds for meine tuba!"
Lisa gawked and sweated baffled and awkward by Üter being there.
Homer screamed.
"Aaaaagh! Moe's is closed!"
Barney belched before speaking. "Urp! Yeah did you not hear about it? Moe and King Toot had a fight last night! They both got arrested!"
"Who will run the bar?!" Homer screamed.
Lisa face palmed. Priorities Dad...
"I dunno! I need beer!" Barney cried in anguish.
"Dad, you're going to have to take me to... the big box music store." Lisa sighed.
Homer screamed.
"Yes it's that horrible..." said Lisa.
They go to the Big Box Music store.
It's a big red guitar store called Guitar central.
Oscar had met up with them.
"Look at all these monstrosities." Lisa groaned. There were other big stories like Babies B This and Shøp, yes with a Swedish O.
"Lisa, how many times have I told you to bow down to our corporate overlords?" Homer yelled.
"I have a cheap phone with GiffGaff. Screw corporations..." said Oscar on his cellphone.
Homer snarled at him.
"Dad... stop being a slave to capitalism..." Lisa groaned.
Homer stuck up his nose in a haughty manner.
They go in the large red store. The door rings from the proximity of customers entering.
"Hi dudes!" The store owner with long rockstar hair and piercings and a beard greets them.
Homer shrugged.
Oscar enters. The motion sensor bell tings to tell the owner a customer arrived. Oscar heads back outside to find the invisible area of the sensor. He finds it is just the area of the door mat. Oscar waves his arms about causing the bell to ring constantly.
Homer slaps him on the head. "Stop that!"
"Dad! Don't hit him!" Lisa yelled.
...
In the store.
"It's like some kind of guitar central." said Homer. There were guitars hanging about from poles along the ceiling and upon hooks on the walls.
"Yeah... clues in the name of the store Dad..." said Lisa.
"Wow... look at all those lovely axes..." said Oscar in awe.
Lisa grinned at him.
Homer however scowled. "He's gotta stop playing his guitar first thing in the morning..."
Homer is looking at the guitars. "Hmmmm... hmmm..."
The store owner decides to come and chat with him to suggest an instrument for him.
"Midlife crisis at 12 o'clock. Mm-hmm." said the store owner to himself as headed over to Homer.
"The store owner just said midlife crisis..." Oscar said to Homer, mocking his depression over being middle aged.
Homer screamed and whimpered. "Ooooooh! Now I'm coping by retreating to my Thomas Edison phase..."
"Oz no!" Lisa whined, she gritted her teeth annoyed and exhaled.
Oscar laughed.
The guy continues according to script to talk Homer in to buying a musical instrument. "Okay, let me guess, dude. You're an axman; you're looking to score a new blade." said the store owner, a rockabilly with long hair, an open shirt showing his hairy chest and piercings.
Homer was baffled and gawked at the man before speaking. "I thought this was a guitar store! Not a hardware store for lumberjacks!"
"Uh brah..." Homer's idiotic response baffled the store manager.
Oscar face palmed, for once he was exasperated with someone rather than the other way round. "You fat, bald idiot! An axe or blade is slang for a guitar!" The goggle wearing boy yelled, steam hissing from his ears.
"Oh..." said Homer.
"And so what if I constantly get on everyone's nerves with my sense of humour and silly retorts?!" Oscar glared at the fourth wall.
Lisa sighed bemused and frowned at Oscar.
"Stig." Homer reads the manager's name tag. Homer chuckled amused, by such a small thing. "You've got a name that's not a name."
"Oh god! It's the Stig from Top Gear!" Oscar screamed.
Lisa face palmed.
Oscar sees everyone is being very quiet and flustered with him. "What?"
"Uh... Oz they're American... they don't get Top Gear here..." said Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bear creature.
"So what's your poison, bro?" the store owner keeping his cool asked Homer.
"Cyanide..." Oscar grinned. "Although I am partial to a dosage of strychnine..."
Teddy face palmed.
Homer snarled and throttled Oscar. "Stop giving smart Aleck responses!"
...
Oscar rubbed his sore neck and frowned after Homer stopped strangling him.
"So what's your poison, bro?" the store owner, Stig, asked Homer again.
"Les Paul?" He showed Homer some guitars...
"Lesbian Paul..." Oscar snickered.
Homer glared at him.
"Straight up Gibson?" Stig showed a red and white guitar.
"Gay Mel Gibson..." Oscar rasped.
Homer snarled at him.
Lisa face palmed.
"No, no, no, classic Strat, am I right?" Stig asked.
"I-" Oscar was about to respond but Lisa swiftly wrapped her arm round his mouth, gagging him. Oscar yelled muffled grunts as he squirmed.
"Oh, I don't have what it takes to play guitar. I mean, I'm no Joe Walsh in the brains department." said Homer to Stig.
"I have no idea who that is..." said Oscar having got free from Lisa gagging him.
Lisa face palmed.
"I only know Joe Swash..." said Oscar.
Everyone seethed, flustered with him.
"Anyway Stig, I'm no Joe Walsh..." said Homer trying to ignore Oscar.
Stig chuckled. "Who is?"
"Joe Walsh, obviously!" Oscar blurted out in a listless manner.
Homer strangled him again. "Ecccck! Good grip..." Oscar wheezed as Homer choked the life out of him.
"Look, you don't have the weak, womanly fingers of a guitar princess." said Stig.
Homer made an enthusiastic cry of "Hmmmm!" He had heard that same advice be given to him before. Back in How I Spent My Strummer Vacation when he went to rock camp.
"Uh..." Lisa looked horrified or repulsed by something.
Oscar was in drag, wearing a pink royal frilly dress as a princess. Homer glared at him. "What? He said princess..."
"You, my friend, have the muscular stumps of a bass man." said Stig offering Homer a bass. The instrument, not the fish..."
"Mmmmm bass..." said Homer thinking about the fish.
"Dad... he said bass as in the musical instrument... which is pronounced base... and we're here to buy some saxophone reeds..." Lisa sighed annoyed at Dad.
Plot 2
Still at the guitar and bass store...
"Try this on." Stig hands Homer a bass. Once again, the instrument... not the fish...
Homer plays a few deep notes.
"What the rock?" Homer gasped.
"What the fu-mmmmmmph!" Oscar tried to swear but Lisa gagged him again.
Stig chuckled. "Now that's a lick..."
Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bear creature licked Oscar's leg. "No that's a lick..."
"Eeeeew! Ted can you not show me affection in that manner..." Oscar groaned disgusted.
Homer snarled at Oscar and Teddy.
"So I did a lick?" Homer asked Stig.
Teddy licked Oscar. "No I did..." Oscar frowned at Teddy.
"Keep them coming." said Stig.
Teddy licks Oscar. "St-st-stop! I'm ticklish!"
Homer plays more notes.
"Yes, now bob your head." said Stig. Homer bobs his head while playing. "Bob it, bob it, bob it."
Oscar is playing with a Bop It toy. The toy cries out instructions of bopping, pulling and twisting.
"Dude, usually it takes years to learn such neck confidence." said Stig.
"Now check this out." said Homer. He plays a badass solo with the bass.
"Oh, my God. I'm amazing." He gasped.
Oscar scoffed and blew out of his lips making a snorting sound like a horse.
"Dude, you're already one of the greatest bass players of all time." said Stig.
"Okay." said Homer pleased.
"Now... Oh, how are you set for stage lights?" Stig asked.
"I'm not set at all." said Homer.
"Ooh, what about gels?" Stig asked.
"This is embarrassing to admit, Stig, but I haven't even thought about gels." said Homer.
"I wear a lot of hair gel..." said Oscar running his own fingers through his overgrown Troll Doll hair.
Homer growled at Oscar.
...
At the Simpsons house.
Marge hums while carrying the laundry.
Bass music plays loudly as the thunderous notes blare out across the house.
Marge screamed and headed towards the source of the noise. Homer was in the garage playing his new bass.
"What is that racket?!" Marge yelled.
Oscar is holding a tennis racket and pointing to it.
Marge face palmed.
"Music! Beautiful music!" said Homer strumming.
Oscar nodded. "Yep, that's some sweet music Homer..." He crossed his arms and stood there with a smug grin,
"What?!" Marge asked.
"Beautiful music, baby." said Homer.
"What?!" Marge gasped.
Suddenly Samuel L Jackson crashed in through the wall of the garage. "What country you from?!"
"What?"
"That ain't no country I ever heard of! They speak English in What?"
"What?!"
"ENGLISH MOTHER FUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT?!" Samuel L Jackson yelled.
Lisa face palmed.
Marge sees Homer's bass. "The bass guitar? This doesn't really seem like you."
"Sure it is. You know I've always loved laying things down. Grooves are just the latest." said Homer.
"Especially ass grooves in the couch..." said Bart who pooped in to give a cheeky remark.
Homer growled the him.
"I dunno..." Marge sighed.
"Marge I went to Rock camp once. Mick Jagger was there..." said Homer.
"Please! Please! Get a life!" Graggke, the naked yellow guy groaned. Continuity is important.
"Oh yeah..." Marge realised.
"And there was my single. Satan You're my lady." said Homer.
"We get it..." Bart sighed.
...
The Simpsons except for Maggie are still in the garage.
"I feel a powerful connection to the history of famous bass players." said Homer.
"I feel a powerful connection to the force..." said Oscar.
Bart face palmed.
"He's been like that all day..." Lisa sighed in a listless manner.
"Like what's-his-name from The Who." said Homer. Oscar glared at him.
"Or that guy from Led Zeppelin who wasn't Page, Plant or Bonham. Those are the only two I know for sure." said Homer.
"Ugh! Philistine!" Oscar snapped.
Bart shrugged.
"Also those are old fogey dinosaur bands Homeboy..." Bart added.
"Grand Funk Railroad..." Homer started one of his lectures about old bands again.
"Aaaaagh! No! No Dad! No!" Bart cringed.
"It's so cool to have another musician in the family!" Lisa grinned. She jammed on her saxophone.
Bart muttered and rolled his eyes.
"Lisa we're not jamming..." said Homer.
Lisa sulked and huffed.
"Oh, yeah, and you know what the great thing is about music?" Homer asked. "It's so easy."
"Uh, well, to truly master an instrument you'll need years of..." Lisa stammered trying to advise him.
"So easy." said Homer strumming on his bass.
Lisa seethed annoyed.
"Hmmmmm... come on kids... let your father jam with his new instrument..." Marge sighed.
"Bart, you can rock with your old man!" Homer offered to let Bart jam on his guitar.
"Hell no!" Bart outright refused. Probably because he has no respect for his father.
Homer scoffed. He strummed on his bass.
"Can I jam?" Oscar got out his guitar.
"No." Homer said in an abrupt manner.
Oscar scowled at him.
Marge groaned, this house doesn't need more loud instruments...
...
The kitchen. Marge had Oscar's insulin kit out.
"Oscar come on... this stuff is the only thing keeping you alive..." She sighed calling him in to take his insulin.
"Yeah... yeah... stupid pancreas not working properly!" Oscar muttered sitting down.
He noticed someone had been missing all day.
"I spent all of this morning after getting back from Moe's, to write down fight he had with King Toot... dancing in the lounge to Hot Chocolate's I Believe in Miracles wearing just a diaper and haven't been screamed at or called the P word by Hank. What gives?" Oscar asked as Marge jabbed him with his dosage syringe.
"Uh... didn't you read his suicide note on the fridge?" Marge asked.
"He died?" Oscar asked. "For real this time?"
"Yeah he's gone sweetie. You won. His writers are just gonna have to seethe knowing your fetish fan fictions are up online forever..." said Marge dabbing the punctured area with cotton.
"Woohoo! Oh yeah! Kiss my ass! Jerk!" Oscar twerked his butt pointing it facing the floor as if he assumed Hank Simpson went to Hell.
Marge sighed. "Okay okay! Don't gloat! Schadenfreude remember?"
"Marge, that ass wipe deserves this... especially when he slandered me and called me awful things..." Oscar hissed.
Marge grumbled.
Meanwhile Homer annoys Marge by playing his bass loudly and constantly.
Marge was tidying the bedroom when loud bass played and the house shook.
She gasped as the tremors shook pictures off of the wall. She quickly caught them with a soft pillow under each falling picture in a picture frame.
She frowned and grumbled.
Marge then puts Eric, the blue haired baby and the youngest member of the family down for a nap.
Suddenly loud bass music plays and the house shakes. The noise woke up Eric. He bawled and screeched.
Marge seethed.
Homer went out with his bass guitar. Presumably Marge kicked him out for the day till he got bored with playing.
He plays his bass in the car with his legs curled up and not on the pedals.
Eddie drives a patrol car alongside Homer's car with the sirens on demanding he stop.
Homer screamed and drove off, plucking his bass in rapid notes to play car chase music.
Homer was frog-marched home by the police.
Marge grumbled mortified.
At dinner bass notes shook away Bart and Lisa's dinner. Then the tremors sent ice cream sundaes towards them.
"Mmmmm!" Bart and Lisa eat the sundaes.
Marge seethed.
In the master bedroom Marge is getting ready for church, or a night out as she is wearing fancy clothes. Homer is playing his bass. Marge glares at him.
...
At a restaurant called Zerz. An entirely all appetiser courses restaurant. Basically there's no main course just appetisers...
"How can this concept possibly fail?!" Was written on a poster in the window.
"Because it will! People want a main meal!" Oscar yelled.
Teddy face palmed.
"I can't take it." Marge groans during the location shot.
"All Homer does is play that stupid bass. Doink, doink, doink, doink, doink, doink, doink." Marge continued as we're no inside. Marge and her friends have a platter of appetisers and plates each.
Bernice Hibbert, Helen Lovejoy and Luanne Van Houten are sat with her as her supposed friends...
Oscar jammed on his red and white guitar.
"And it was bad enough when Oscar was always playing his stupid guitar..." Marge wept.
Oscar seethed and left in a tirade of furious jabbering.
"You're not alone, Marge." said Bernice. "A man gets older, has a career, a few kids, and suddenly there's a hole in his life that can only be filled by jamming."
"Or in my case... jam sandwiches..." said Oscar chuckling.
Marge frowned at him.
"And I don't jam to deal with a midlife crisis. I jam on my guitar because I like to..." said Oscar.
"Oscar please..." Marge sighed.
"This restaurant has a terrible concept!" Oscar ranted.
The other wives have the same problem with their husbands jamming on instruments during their spare time.
"For my Julius, it was the drums." said Bernice. Dr Hibbert should totally play the drums while in theatre operating on someone...
Oscar was imagining such a scenario.
"Timothy has that awful guitar." said Helen Lovejoy.
"I thought his hobby was his trains..." said Oscar.
"And his guitar..." said Helen.
"Kirk just loves his keyboards." said Luanne.
"Okay... I have to think about Kirk in a new light..." Oscar winced.
"I never knew so many women suffered from extramarital jamming." said Marge finding a rapport with the other wives.
"Extramarital jam sandwiches..." said Oscar.
Marge face palmed.
"Come on... Glumwad..." Teddy, Oscar's living teddy bear creature dragged him away by grabbing his sweater sleeve.
Marge sighed exasperated.
Then she got the idea that the dads should play in a band together...
"Oh my! What if all the dads jammed together in a dad band?! That way they would play their horrible music in one garage at a time." said Marge.
The wives liked the idea, "Marge, you're a genius!" said Helen.
"This menu was right- good things do happen at 'Zerz." said Marge reading the menu.
The logo appeared and Motown singers sang "Zerz!"
...
King Toots. It was still closed and boarded up.
"King Toots..." said Oscar standing outside with Teddy. "What a gas..." He cracked up,laughing.
Teddy face palmed.
"Come on, let's go to Androids Dungeon to get a comic..." said Oscar.
Teddy followed him.
"Hurry up Ted..." Oscar called for him.
Teddy did not need to be told twice. He quickened his pace.
Then they encountered Emperor Kumquat and something involving butter chicken.
Teddy groaned slapping his own forehead with a shaggy paw.
"Holy macaroni!" Oscar yelled.
Plot 3
The Simpson house, Garage. Homer, Dr Hibbert, Reverend Lovejoy and Kirk Van Houten were in a band...
Dr Hibbert was practicing on his drums.
"I don't know, guys. I'm not sure I'm feeling this. The bass is kind of known for being a solo instrument." said Homer.
And it's a solo fish...
"Bob seriously... enough..." Oscar groaned. The narrator is not Bob!
"What were our wives thinking?" Kirk sighed.
"We probably don't even like the same tunes. On the count of three, everyone say their favorite kind of music. One, two, three..." said Dr Hibbert.
"Hard-driving rock!" They all said the same thing. They gasped elated they had a common interest.
"Dads, let's jam!" said Homer grinning.
"Let's jelly..." said Oscar.
Homer rolled his eyes.
They jam or rock out as they play their music.
Homer switches on the gels. Whatever they are. Colourful spotlights shine.
"Garage Bands rule!" Homer cheered as they finished playing.
"Ugh... only rebellious kid bands... not tired, worn out, middle-aged dads with musical instruments..." Bart groaned.
Homer frowned at him.
"Now let's jam for another six hours." Abe said to his band.
Marge seethed. "Now calm your self Marge... next week it's Bernice's turn..."
Homer was wearing his No Fat Chicks shirt.
"Homer don't wear that shirt! It's offensive!" Marge seethed.
Homer rolled his eyes. "What should I wear? My work clothes?" He sighed with sarcasm.
The band of dads chuckled.
Homer sulked.
"Suddenly Bernice no longer likes my Cosby sweaters..." Dr Hibbert chipped in.
"Do you not watch or read the news..." Oscar seethed.
"That still hasn't happened yet Oz..." said Homer.
...
The next morning it was a weekend or something so no school. It was peaceful outside, apart from the Red Wildforce Power Ranger stabbing people.
"Narrator enough about that..." Bart groaned.
Oscar had promised Teddy, his living teddy bear creature that he would take him out to get some pie as he liked pie.
"I LIKE PIE!" Teddy cheered.
Bart face palmed. Oscar shrugged at him.
"I like pie..." Teddy rasped as if deliberately goading Bart.
They arrived at the town bakery, the one owned by the all too generous and kindly mannered, dumpling of a man who regularly gave Oscar freebies.
Teddy's big wet shiny black nose quivered and twitched as he cooed with awe at the scent of pies...
"Hey Oz!" Inane Brian greeted Oscar.
"Hey Brian." Oscar replied with the same amount of enthusiasm.
"Can I hold your bear thing?" Brian asked.
Teddy growled.
"Hr doesn't like other people touching him... I dunno, he's possessive..." said Oscar.
Teddy reached out his fuzzy orangey-brown paws to touch everything.
"Ted, if you're not gonna buy and eat it don't touch it..." Oscar sighed.
Teddy pouted.
"And Phil, I love getting freebies but you have to keep your bakery running and pay the bills..." said Oscar.
"It's okay, I'm profit kiddo." said the Swedish baker.
After an hour or two of heavenly fun for Teddy, and an extremely wet diaper still taped upon Oscar in the place of underwear as he had wet himself from Teddy sniffing his crotch with his big wet shiny black nose... Oscar led Teddy back to the Simpsons house.
Teddy was reluctant to be put on a leash. "Must I be leashed..." The teddy bear creature sighed.
"Sorry, it's a leash law neighbourhood and you never know who's watching..." said Oscar walking Teddy.
They were being watched via a magic cauldron by Mumm-Ra from Thundercats.
"Gahahahaha! I'm watching you make stool!" said Mumm-Ra.
Teddy was sniffing the sidewalk with his big wet shiny black nose as there was a light pattering noise of his claws against the concrete.
...
Homer and the other dads were rocking out in the garage.
Bart sighed agitated.
"I thought you'd find your dad being a rockstar cool..." said Milhouse.
"Milhouse... it's only cool when kids and rebellious teenagers rock out, while taking drugs... It's not cool when dads having a midlife crisis play in a band..." Bart sighed.
"Also Lovejoy's in the band, that means I'll be seeing a lot more of that psycho siren Jessica..." said Bart mentioning his ex girlfriend.
Homer was strumming on his bass.
"Mmmmm... bass..." Teddy made a sound of approval.
"Wrong kind of bass Teddy..." Oscar sighed.
Teddy frowned.
Oscar tossed a tennis ball and Teddy ran after it barking, but in an ursine manner. He's a bear cub...
Apu then arrived.
"Oh hi Apu!" said Homer.
"Excuse me, but my wife told me about your get-out-of-the-house band." said Apu.
Oscar gave him a hard stare with his furious bushy eyebrows.
"Enough of the eyebrows..." Oscar groaned at the invisible narrator.
"Oh of course! Where are my senses! I am still single because Oscar deported my overbearing mother to protect democracy and my democratic right to marry who I want or even my right not to get married! So long married suckers!" Apu left.
Homer chuckled. "He should be our lead singer..."
"No you were already in the B Sharps together..." Oscar sighed.
"And according to the canon script Apu sings a lot of copyrighted songs... which we can't have in the story..." said Teddy.
"It's in the script, Apu, my potential father is in the band." said Noop Nahasa-Rama-Llama-Ding-Dong or whatever Apu's surname is...
"Fine... Gheet..." Oscar got his name wrong.
"I am Noop! You racist!" Noop yelled.
Rufus from Dreamstone gawked at Oscar and Noop.
"Also according to Moogle, He was voiced by the swearing Batman (Bale) in one episode..." said Teddy.
Oscar laughed. "Cooooool! Imagine Rufus swearing..."
...
Apu visited again during another jamming session.
"I dunno Apu. The balance of the band is really delicate right now, and Thanos wants to keep the universe in perfect balance." said Homer.
Bart winced at Dad as he mentioned Thanos from Marvel constantly.
Thanos was outside snapping his fingers. He made Ha.f of Springfield's population vanish.
"Worse disintegration, ever..." said Comic Book Guy dissolving.
"And our band has a theme." said Homer. "We're all married..."
"And our wives are fed up with our rock music." said Dr Hibbert.
Apu sighed and went home.
"He is part of the story!" Noop yelled.
"Take a hike floating baby..." said Homer to Ghost Noop.
"I am Noop you racist!" Noop ranted.
Rufus winced at the yellow characters in the garage.
"Will you stop friggin referencing Dreamstone!" Oscar yelled at the fourth Wall.
"But I sang covers of Sungazer songs..." said Apu.
He sang.
"Apu we can't print copyrighted lyrics! Stop singing!" Oscar seethed.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Rufus the Noop in the voice of Christian Bale yelled in exasperation and flustered shock.
"Okay there's no way you're voicing Rufus if you're gonna swear all the time..." said a voice casting director to Christian Bale.
"Fine I quit!" said Christian Bale. I imagine that's what happened...
"Can I banish him to the pit of no return?" Zodrak asked with a booming voice.
"Uh no..." said Oscar.
Apu sang in a strong rockstar voice.
"How do you do that with your voice?! Which you've never demonstrated before in 26 seasons!" said a Homer ranting.
"I've run out of ideas!" Matt seethed.
"I would sing along to rock music at work while managing the Kwik-E-Mart." said Apu.
"I do not approve of rock music!" Ganesha the elephant god yelled.
Apu sighed slightly irked.
...
At dinner.
"Lisa pass the butter." said Oscar.
"Oh no! Oz you've eaten enough butter to give a buffalo a coronary!" said Lisa refusing.
"Fine... I'll fetch it myself." With a flick of his magic wand, Oscar commanded the butter dish to slide towards him. He gingerly stabbed his fork into the entire bar of butter and chomped on the greasy yellow dairy product.
The Simpsons face palmed.
"My band is thinking of doing covers of songs." said Homer, distracting attention away from Oscar as he exasperated everyone by eating butter.
"Which I can't print the lyrics of because they are copyrighted..." Oscar seethed.
"My prognosis for this development, Awesome! Ahhehehehe!" Dr Hibbert played on his drums.
Marge face palmed.
"Even as a rock band you're still not cool..." Bart sulked.
"Also we're playing at the cabbage festival." said Homer.
"Eeeeewwwww..." The kids groaned as kids hate cabbage.
"Mmmmm... sauerkraut..." said Üter.
"How did he get in here?!" Homer gasped.
"Homer maybe focus on bailing your bartender Moe out of prison..." said Marge.
"Moe got arrested?!" Homer gasped.
"Yes in the first act... He was fighting with a King Toot." said Oscar face palming.
"What beef does he have with King Toot's?!" Homer gasped.
"Beef? There's no beef! I am beefless!" said Oscar.
Bart face palmed.
"I had to reference Fawful... Fink Rats..." said Oscar.
"Enough of the talk of beef!" said a talking otter. "Or you shall be punished by Jangomere the disgruntled Pegasquid of Jangomere!"
"Stop writing nonsensical crap!" Bart yelled.
"Bartholomew!" Marge told Bart off.
Lisa winced at Oscar. He shrugged.
"Pass the salt please." said Oscar.
"You're not gonna try to eat it are you..." said Bart frowning at him.
...
The Cabbage Festival. There were cabbages being judged.
Oscar was walking Dino, his baby Chomby-like cartoon dinosaur on a leash. Dino sniffed a green cabbage that was to be judged later and took a bite out of it.
"Dino! No! You'll get us in trouble!" Oscar groaned.
Dino chewed up his mouthful of cabbage.
Bart sighed, frowning at Oscar. "Why did you bring him..."
There were bands playing too.
"Oh look! KISS!" said Homer.
KISS were singing I wanna Rock n Roll all night.
"Homer you better find your band mates and get ready." said Marge.
"Everyone loves you, Dad." said Lisa.
"Except me..." Hugo seethed.
"You could become a famous rock star!" said Oscar beaming.
"Please don't... Then my life will be like that lame cartoon you watched once... My Dad The Rockstar..." Bart sighed.
"If you can recall all the cartoons I watched then you're paying attention to them and therefore must have liked them to some extent..." said Oscar.
"Yeah right..." Bart groaned.
"Oh look! Bachman Turner Overdrive!" said Homer.
"Norb! What in Bachman Turner Overdrive are you doing?!" Teddy yelled to one of Oscar's monsters.
Norb was doing something weird.
"Spoot head..." Teddy the living teddy bear creature sighed.
"Please let me in the band!" Apu begged.
"Fine... But you're the only single member..." said Homer.
Matt seethed.
"We already have one wimpy momma's boy in town Matt... and that's Skinner..." Bart sighed.
"Seymour! This music is too loud!" Agnes yelled.
"And besties Noop the octuplet will just encourage more Dreamstone references..." said Oscar.
Bart face palmed. Rufus had followed them to the festival.