Alright, I'm in the Simpsons, and the Simpsons are right at my doorstep. I just have to act normal, at least normal in the Simpsons.
"Thanks for the welcome," I said.
Marge introduced the family, "I'm Marge;, this is my husband, Home; this is my son Bart, my daughters, Lisa and Maggie."
"My name is Clover Duke."
"Cool name," said Bart.
"So why did you move to Springfield Clover?" said Lisa
I respond, "Oh, I just wanted to live somewhere different."
I can't believe I came up with that on the spot.
"Where did you move from?" said Homer, who was trying to get some of the brownies.
"Flagstaff Arizona."
"Ah, Arizona is one of the hottest states; it's next to California, right?"
"Kinda of."
"Whelp, we don't hold you up too much. I'm sure you've got something to unpack," said Marge.
"It's alrigh; I'm almost done."
"That's good. Here are some homemade brownies I made, and again, welcome to the neighbor." Marge handed me the plate of brownies.
As the family began to leave, Homer walked back and asked, "Can I have some of those brownies?" He pointed at them.
"Sure."
He grabbed half of the brownies from the plate and stuffed some of them in his mouth. "Thanks."
I walked into the house and headed into the kitchen. I put the plate of brownies on the dinner table. I'm trying to figure out how I ended up in the world of The Simpsons. Did I piss off a wizard? Did I fall into a wormhole? There had to be something to this. I sat at the dinner table, thinking for a moment about going back to the real world. But the best idea was to not panic.
Hmm, maybe I should check out Springfield to see if it was just like the show. That could work.