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Homer! Where did you get that? | Get what? |
That giant donut. | Well... I acquired it legally, you can be sure of that. |
Help me! Help me, Lord! | I told you: Flanders has it. Or Moe! Go kill Moe. |
Homer! Just give him the donut. Once he has it, that will be the end of all this horror. | Well... okay. If it'll end horror. |
Homer! Just give him the donut. Once he has it, that will be the end of all this horror. | Don't you ever get tired of being wrong all the time? |
Well, except for Chubsy-Ubsy over there. | Mmmm.... sprinkles. |
Even as I speak, the scourge of advertising could be heading toward your town. Lock your doors. Bar your windows. Because the next advertisement you see could destroy your house and eat your family. | We'll be right back. |
Yes. | Take out the garbage. |
It all started on the thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day of the thirteenth month. We were there to discuss the misprinted calendars the school had purchased. | Lousy Smarch weather. |
It all started on the thirteenth hour of the thirteenth day of the thirteenth month. We were there to discuss the misprinted calendars the school had purchased. | "Do not touch Willie." Good advice. |
Homer? Get ready. Patty and Selma will be here any minute. | Oh, no. Better ride this one out in the closet. |
Sorry, dad. This is our spot. | Oh yeah? Well it's my house, so it's my spot. |
Nuh-uh, 'cause we called it. | Did not. |
Well, we're calling it now. | You are? |
'Fraid so. | They got me with their legal mumbo-jumbo. |
Just a second! | Huh? I never looked behind this whatchamacallit case before. |
Do you see a light, Homer? | That's weird. It's like something out of that twilighty show about that zone. |
You're gonna help us clean and organize 'em. And pry out all the dead hermit crabs. Get a screwdriver. | I'll take my chances in the mystery wall. |
Hey! You can just suck 'em out! | Hello? Can anybody hear me? |
Homer? Where are you? | I'm somewhere where I don't know where I am. |
Do you see towels? If you see towels, you're probably in the linen closet again. | Just a second... No, it's a place I've never been before. |
Ah, the shower! | Hey! |
Ah, the shower! | I don't want to alarm you, Marge... |
Ah, the shower! | But I seem to be trapped in here. |
We better call Ned. He has a ladder. | What's going on here? I'm so bulgy... |
We better call Ned. He has a ladder. | My stomach sticks way out in front and my... |
Hunh. It's like he just disappeared into fat air. | Hey, shut up! |
Hunh. It's like he just disappeared into fat air. | Mmm... Unprocessed fish sticks. |
Hunh. It's like he just disappeared into fat air. | Man, this place looks expensive. I feel like I'm wasting a fortune just standing here. Better make the most of it. |
Hunh. It's like he just disappeared into fat air. | Ow! Watch it, coney. |
Hunh. It's like he just disappeared into fat air. | Oops. |
Hunh. It's like he just disappeared into fat air. | Yes. |
Move into the light, my son. | Ow! |
Homer, this is your physician, Dr. Julius Hibbert. Can you tell us what it's like in there? | Um, it's like, ahm... did anyone see the movie "Tron"? |
This forms a three-dimensional object known as a "cube" or a "Frinkahedron", in honor of its discoverer . | Help me! Are you helping me, or are you going on and on? |
Take that, you lousy dimension! | Oh, there's so much I don't know about astrophysics. I wish I'd read that book by that wheelchair guy. |
No, Pops, it's too risky. For all we know, there could be cubes in there the size of gorillas and other large... | Help! I don't have much time! |
Cool, man! | I'm gonna be sucked into the black hole!... I'm gonna be sucked into oblivion!... I'm gonna be nothing and what's gonna become of me on the other side?! I don't know... |
Oh, I can't get any closer! You'll have to jump! | Piece of cake, son! |
Oh, I can't get any closer! You'll have to jump! | Crap crap crap crap crap crap crap crap! |
Well, we hit a little snag when the universe sorta collapsed on itself... but dad seemed cautiously optimistic. | Craaaaaaaaaap! |
Hmm... That one! | Someone's in here. |
Hmm... That one! | Nooo! Nooo! Nooo! Nooo! |
Yeah. Every muscle in my body's gettin' a workout. Especially my big fat mouth. | Yeah! Especially your big fat... Oh, wait. |
Raise your right hock. Aerate! Raise your left hock. Aerate! I want to see more Teddy Roosevelts and less Franklin Roosevelts! | TWO! |
Actually, Homer, that's just one. See, each push-up includes both an "up" part and a "down" part. | Arrgh! |
Actually, Homer, that's just one. See, each push-up includes both an "up" part and a "down" part. | Hey, where's Charlie? How'd he get out of this? |
Yeah, he got injured on the job and they sent him home with pay. Pfft. It's like a lottery that rewards stupidity. | Stupidity, eh? |
Yeah, he got injured on the job and they sent him home with pay. Pfft. It's like a lottery that rewards stupidity. | Must hurt self. Must hurt self. Must hurt self. |
Yeah, he got injured on the job and they sent him home with pay. Pfft. It's like a lottery that rewards stupidity. | Hmm, probably better that didn't hit me. |
Yes? | Hello. |
May I help you? | Um, could you give me a little push in the opposite direction? |
Okay. | Thank you. |
Okay. | Carpal Tunnel Syndrome? No. Lumber Lung? No. Juggler's Despair? No. Achy-Breaky Pelvis? No. Oh, I'm never gonna be disabled. I'm sick of being so healthy! |
Okay. | Hey, wait... "Hyper-Obesity." "If you weigh more than 300 pounds, you qualify as disabled." |
You can do it, old boy! | Yes I can. |
If you gain 61 pounds, they'll let you work at home? | Yuh-huh, that's the deal. No more exercise program! No more traffic! No more blood drives or charity walks! |
I must protest. You're abusing a program intended to help the unfortunate. | I'm not saying it isn't sleazy, honey. But try to see it my way. All my life I've been an obese man trapped inside a fat man's body. |
Have you told mom about this? | No. It would only worry her. If you want to add to her worries, go ahead. I guess I'm just a little more grateful for all she's done for us. |
Da-ad! | Yes, sweetheart? |
Obesity is really unhealthy. Any doctor will tell you that. | Oh yeah? Well, we'll just see about that, Little Miss Smart Guy. |
My God, that's monstrous... I've never heard of anything so neglige-- I'll have no part of it. | Can you recommend a doctor who will? |
Now there are many options available for dangerously underweight individuals like yourself. I recommend a slow, steady gorging process, combined with assal horizontology. | Of course. |
You'll want to focus on the neglected food groups, such as the whipped group, the congealed group, and the choc-o-tastic. | What can I do to speed the whole thing up, Doctor? |
Lucky for you, this stuff doesn't work. | I don't know... fish sandwich? Are you sure? |
Lucky for you, this stuff doesn't work. | Oh, two-twenty-five?! That means I lost weight! |
Homer, you're... um... on the towel rack. | Woo hoo! Four more pounds and my dream comes true: Working at home... |
Oh, you're such a vigorous young go-getter. When's your next coffee break? | Any time I want. |
Oh, you're such a vigorous young go-getter. When's your next coffee break? | Hey, Flanders, bad day at the rat races? |
Hi. Ah, er, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. Did you put on a little weight this week? | I was going to surprise you, but what the heck -- Honey, I'm purposely gaining sixty-one pounds to get on disability. |
Have you lost your mind?! Have you thought about your health?... Or your appearance? | So that's it, isn't it, Marge? Looks. I didn't know you were so shallow. |
Oh please, I would love you if you weighed 1,000 pounds but-- | Beautiful. G'night. |
Oh please, I would love you if you weighed 1,000 pounds but-- | I've got fifteen minutes to gain a pound or I gotta face another day at work. |
Bad news, Dad, we're out of food. We're even out of the basic elements of food. You ate all the tarragon and you drank all the soy sauce. | I need a miracle. |
Bad news, Dad, we're out of food. We're even out of the basic elements of food. You ate all the tarragon and you drank all the soy sauce. | Oh, honey, that looks just like a real donut... |
Dad? It says "Non-Toxic." | Well, that's a plus. |
Dad? It says "Non-Toxic." | Woo hoo hoo hoo! I did it! |
Ah, Dad? Towel rack...? | Oh my. |
Ah, Dad? Towel rack...? | Oops, no time for that now -- the computer's starting. |
... Yes, Simpson. | Thank you for your pity. |
Work, huh? Let me guess: Computer programmer? Computer magazine columnist? Something with computers. | Well, I use a computer! |
What's the connection? Must be the non-stop sitting and snacking. Well, sir, many of our clients find pants confining. So we offer a range of alternatives for the ample gentleman: ponchos, muu-muus, capes, jumpsuits, uni-sheets, muslin body rolls, academic and judicial robes... | I don't want to look like a weirdo. I'll just go with a muu-muu. |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | I pity those poor suckers on the freeway. Gas-brake-honk. Gas-brake-honk. Honk-honk-punch. Gas-gas-gas. |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | Eight fifty-eight. First time I've ever been early for work. Except for all those daylight savings days. Lousy farmers. |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | "To start, press any key." Where's the "any" key? |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | I see essc, ctarl, and pig-up. There doesn't seem to be any "any" key. All this computer hacking is making me thirsty. I think I'll order a Tab. |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | "Check core temperature? Yes-slash-No." Yes. |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | "Core temperature normal." Not too shabby. "Vent radioactive gas?" N-O. |
Arnie Pie in the Sky with the morning commute! Traffic this morning is as bad as it gets! Due to a fire at the Army Testing Lab, a bunch of escaped infected monkeys are roaming the Expressway! Despite the sweltering heat, don't unroll your windows, 'cause those monkeys seem confused and irritable! | "Venting prevents explo-si-on." This is hard. Where's my Tab? Okay then -- yes. Vent the stupid gas. |
I like school. | Well, why don't you live in it then? |
Dad? | Yes, honey? |
Homer, we need to have a serious talk. | You dragged me all the way from work for that? |
Let's quietly and calmly discuss the pros and cons of your controversial plan, shall we? | I... |
Con: You're endangering your health. | Pro: I'm drought and famine resistant. |
Con: You're setting a bad example for the children. | Pro: I, uh... don't have to go to work. |
Con: You're running the air conditioner non-stop. It's freezing in here. | Pro: Uhh... uhh... I love you? |
Con: I am finding myself less attracted to you physically. | Marge, this is everything I've ever dreamed of, right here. |
Con: I am finding myself less attracted to you physically. | And nobody's gonna take it away from me! You never had faith in me before. But let me tell you, the slim, lazy Homer you knew is dead. Now I'm a big fat dynamo. And where's that cake? |
There's no cake. | "Vent radioactive gas?..." Y-E-S. |
There's no cake. | "Sound alertness horn?" Y-E-S. |
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