Marge Simpson pushed her shopping cart through the grocery store, doing her weekly grocery shopping. She hummed as she went to the dairy section, pulling her cart up along the display. She frowned as she opened the dairy case.
"Oh, the price of eggs went up fifty cents again…" Most of the cheaper, store-brand eggs were gone so she had to resort to looking at the organic, free-range eggs. She picked up a carton and opened it, turning the individual eggs around to check for cracks. "I would think we wouldn't have to experience this considering we're in a mobile game…"
"They were 50 cents back in my day." Agnes Skinner said grouchily, parking her shopping cart on the opposite side of the aisle. She grabbed a case of eggs herself, putting it in her own cart. "Stupid mayor has one job and even that is too much work for him. He's probably in cahoots with the Egg Council to price gouge us all."
"We should all go to the Town Hall and tell him off." Edna Krabappel chimed in, putting several containers of yogurt into her cart. She closed the door of the display case and wheeled her cart down to where the other women were.
"Yeah, I want to give him a piece of my mind. Let's go to the townhall now." Agnes said.
"I need to go home and check with my husband first." Marge said.
"Alright, let's meet in front of the Townhall with signs in 30 minutes. We'll decide on the chants and demands there." They all nodded and went their separate ways.
Marge took her groceries to the front and checked out. She went home and carried her groceries into the kitchen. As she was putting away the groceries, her husband, Homer Simpson, walked in to get another Duff Beer.
"Homer, some women and I are going to go protest at the Town Hall." She stopped unpacking the groceries and turned towards him.
"How long is that task going to take?" he asked, closing the fridge door and opening his beer.
"It's a 24-hour task." Marge told him. She restarted unpacking the groceries, gathering up the frozen items and bringing them over. Homer stepped out of the way as Marge began putting them into the fridge and freezer.
"We have enough food for meals, right?"
"Yes. I got cereal, stuff for sandwiches, and a frozen pizza. You and the kids should be fine."
"…have you seen that episode where I tried to cook for Mr. Burns but everything I made burned? Even the cereal?" Homer smiled sheepishly. Marge suppressed her own laughter.
"I'll be sure to tell Bart and Lisa to pour their own cereal and yours. They know how to use the oven as well. You always have donuts, anyway."
"I haven't seen any donuts since we got back. Were there any at the grocery store?"
"I didn't look for them…did you check the Nuclear Power Plant or the Donut Shoppe? I'm sure the AI programmed that into this world. It was the main currency of the mobile game!"
Homer made a face. "Ugh, you mean I have to go to work just for some donuts?"
"Yes, honey." Marge went over to kiss her husband. "It keeps the lights on in town anyway. Remember that light show from last week?"
"Heh. Alright, I'll go to work." Homer pulled out his phone and scrolled through the jobs on the app. He stopped and recoiled dramatically. "It's a 16-hour shift?!" Homer groaned but pressed the button to accept the task. He pocketed his phone and gave his wife another kiss. "See you in 24 hours, honey. I'll swing by the protest after work."
The kids trekked in, having been alerted that they were needed for the storyline. "What's going on?"
"Your mother is going to a protest and I'm going to work. You kids will be on your own. Again."
"Eh, nothing really happens to us anyway." Bart said, nonchalantly. "Can we watch Krusty the Clown and stay up late?"
"No, it's a school night." Marge said. Homer left the room to get ready for work.
"But Krusty isn't going to air at all this weekend because he wants to spend time with his daughter. He's doing a marathon of all his classic episodes."
"Alright, you can stay up a little but not too late. Go ahead and record the rest of the marathon and you can watch it Saturday."
"Alright! Thanks, mom!" Bart and Lisa went into the living room to start watching TV. Homer walked down the stairs at this point and Marge came out to kiss him goodbye one last time.
"I'll see you at the protest!" she told him. "Then we can go to the Gilded Truffle for a date night."
"Oooohhh. Heh heh heh." Homer chuckled, opening the front door. Marge walked with him to the sidewalk and to the end of the road before they parted ways.