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Would this be a good time to be honest?

You're right, I am. Help me, Marge. What do I do to be a good guy?

Get back in bed.

All right. But I can't sleep. Can I take a walk?

Gotta be a good husband... Gotta be a good husband... Gotta be a good husband.

Hey, kid! You forgot your... WHOA!

Go ahead, General Sherman! Waste your strength, you big ugly catfish. I gotta skillet and a stick of butter with your name on it.

Yes. Ten please.

Hey Grampa, top me off.

Are you sure your ma lets you kids drink coffee?

For the last time, yes!

Good! Give up!

Hey, Milhouse. Big blowout at Casa de Simpson. The only adult is frail and old.

Bart's joint. Uh, twoish. Be there or be square.

Tell my friends? All right, but I've got some pretty funky friends.

All right! I get out at noon and I'm already invited to a party.

Now, this is a trust exercise. You fall backwards and rely on your spouse to catch you.

Do I have to do this?

No. Even if your husband were here, I wouldn't recommend it. Marge, as a trained marriage counselor, this is the first instance where I've ever told one partner that they were 100 percent right. It's all his fault, and I'm willing to put that in a certificate you can frame.

Over there / Send the word / Send the word / Over there.

That the Yanks are comin'...

Okay, fish, you're probably wondering why I'm still here. Catching you will make me the most famous fisherman there is, right up there with... that... the a... bald guy on that cable fishing show.

Whoa! Holy mackerel!

Milhouse, good to see you, pal. What's happening, man?

Cherry party, Bart. Any chicks over eight?

Not yet, but the afternoon is young.

Lisa, what's wrong?

Isn't it obvious? We've degraded ourselves and set back the children's rights movement for decades to come.

You're great at a party, Lisa. Really great.

Hey you, no, shut that door! Stop it! Put that away! No, stop, oh!

Haw haw haw!

You young hellion, do you want me to take off my belt?

All right. I'll show you.

Haw! Haw! Haw!

Doggone it!

I love you, but I must kill you.

Yeah, take care, man. Hey, thanks for coming. Hey, nice tie, Nelson..

Ah, thanks, it's your dad's.

I tried to be a good baby-sitter, but I failed! I'm a feeb... a useless old... worn-out...

Lisa, I have this strong unpleasant feeling I've never had before.

It's called remorse, you vile burlesque of irrepressible youth.

Well, how do you make this feeling go away?

You grab a bucket and a brush and clean harder and faster than you ever have before.

I AM THE CHAMPIONS / I AM THE CHAMPIONS / NO TIME FOR LOSERS / CAUSE I AM THE CHAMPIONS / OF THE WORLLLLD!

Uh, oh.

Hi, honey. Uh, oh. How's the marriage retreat going?

Please Dad.

We came to this retreat because I thought our marriage was in trouble, but I never for a minute thought it was in this much trouble. Homer, how can you expect me to believe....

Marge, you don't know what this fish means. This fish represents a better life for both of us. This fish makes me a champion and a hero.

To who?

To those weirdos in the worm store.

All this fish represents is just how selfish you are.

Well, if that's the way you feel... I'll throw it back.

Oh yeah, sure.

Wow, I did it! I gave up fame and breakfast for my marriage. I fought it for six hours. She says one word and I toss it back. And you're telling me our marriage is in trouble? Come here, baby.

Ohhh, Homer.

We're back!

How's your marriage?

Same as usual. Perfectomundo.

Oh my, the house looks wonderful. Grampa, what's your secret?

Pretending to cry. That's right, you heard me. Pretending to cry. I can turn it on and off like a fawcet. Boo-hoo, Oh, I'm crying, I'm so sad.

Way to go, Grampa.

I'll never trust another old person.

I fooled you. So long suckers. Hee hee hee.

Yup. General Sherman. They say he's 500 pounds of bottom-dwelling fury, don't you know? No one knows how old he is, but if you ask me, and most people do, he's a hundred years if he's a day.

And uh, no one's ever caught him?

Well, one fella came close. Went by the name of Homer. Seven feet tall he was, with arms like tree trunks. And his eyes were like steel, cold and hard. Had a shock of hair, red, like the fires of hell.

Hurry, Mom! If we don't get to the convention soon, all the good comics will be gone.

Wow! Number nine! That's before Fallout Boy became his ward.

What do you care about good comics? All you ever buy is Casper the Wimpy Ghost.

I think it's sad that you equate friendliness from wimpiness, and I hope it will keep you from ever achieving true popularity.

Well, you know what I think? I think Casper's the ghost of Richie Rich.

Hey, they do look alike!

I wonder how Richie died?

Perhaps he realized how hollow the pursuit of money is, and took his own life.

Kids, could you lighten up a little?

Now, Radioactive Man: He rules! Never punches a bad guy without saying something cool.

He's no wittier than the next superhero.

Oh, yeah? Look. He knocks a guy into the sun and says, "Hot enough for ya?"

I stand corrected.

We're here!

Too bad we didn't come dressed as popular cartoon characters.

This looks like a discount for...

Bartman!

Who are you supposed to be?

I'm Bartman!

Never heard of him. Full price.

Lousy rip off...

Is uh, this on?... Ahem, young people of Springfield: As your Mayor, I'd like to welcome you to our annual funny book convention, and thank you for pumping almost three hundred dollars into the local economy.

Your youthful high spirits have imparted a glow to this old war-horse. You might say I feel like Radiation Man!

That's Radioactive Man, jerk!

I stand corrected... Well, have fun and be sure to clear out by six for the Shriners. Get that punk's name. No one makes a fool out of Diamond Joe Quimby.

Excuse me, sir. Has anyone turned in a left Vulcan ear?

Please Dad.

Let's see, we've got a utility belt, a couple of tricorders, a light saber... Sorry, kid.

Hey, Bart-dude!

Hey, Otto-man! Oooh, what's that?

My very own idea for a comic book, little man. It's about a dude who drives a school bus by day, but by night, fights vampires in a post-apocalyptic warzone!

C'mon, Bart. We're going to see Buddy Hodges.

The guy who played Fallout Boy on TV?