Why does god always need money?
It's a lot of little stuff.
God has to pay all the elves in his workshop.
Plus he's got all those planets to support.
Did you see that ring he gave saturn?
Who knew saints had such fat heads?
It's all a big scam.
This booth?
No, religion in general.
Not bad.
Here's your candy apple, sir.
Excellent.
This fundraiser is close to achieving the lord's goal:
Building a taller steeple than the one
on that snooty episcopal church across the street.
Reverend, why do we really need this?
To compensate for my own sense of smallness.
And now for our main event:
The rubber duck race.
The first duck to cross the finish line wins this home computer.
That's the new femac, the computer designed just for women.
The "you've got mail" voice is Susan Sarandon.
You've got mail, unlike the prisoners at Guantanamo Bay.
Get informed.
Don't worry, Marge.
Me and terrible two here are going to win that computer for you.
How can you be sure?
'Cause he wants it.
On your marks, get set...
wait.
Someone's not on their mark.
That's better. Go!
Now to begin operation slight edge.
I'm winning!
He's headed for the old mill!
No, cheatie, no!
Too many paddles!
Protect the duck. D'oh!
Protect the duck. Uh!
PRoduck the tect.
Hey! This race is for rubber ducks, not meat ducks.
whoo-hoo! I won.
And the winner is... duh!
A living duck?
I wished too hard and he became real.
And the winner is Ned Flanders.
This is my favorite kind of surprise: Mild.
There, there.
The fact that you tried means everything.
Hey, that's the same thing you said to Bart
after he choked in that soccer game.
And we both know he sucked.
And how. But this is different.
Hey, Marge, I don't, I don't really want a computer.
You know, all those complete strangers googling each other makes my flesh
crawl.
Just put it in the trunk and leave.
Ned, that's so generous.
But there must be something I could do in return.
Well, sir, we could do a little quid pro for the kaypro.
That left-handed convention is in town and as the owner of Springfield's
largest
southpaw shop, I just got to be there. Could you nanny-goat my
kid-diddly-ids?
Let me see.
Just a sec.
Yeah, sure.
I'd be happy to baby-sit for Rod and Todd.
I'm so glad you're
watching the boys, Marge.
Our last baby-sitter let them watch comedy central.
Now Rod makes me check the closet every night for Rita Rudner.
No Rudner.
Here's the numbers for the police, fire, ambulance, poison control, burn
clinic
and people nearby with Rod and Todd's blood type.
Carl.
So you're going to be chilling with me tonight.
You want to play a game?
How about a sitting-still contest?
Hands folded.
Okay, game over.
It's a tie.
That means we both come in second.
We're number two!
What do you think, Maggie?
Wow, it's the big unit himself, Randy Johnson.
You fanned more men than Salome.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
I'm here promoting my new line
of left-hand teddy bears, Randy Johnson southpawz.
This one's a doctor.
You can give it to your doctor.
You have one for a mailman?
A bear can't be a mailman.
Now how many Dr. Bears do you want?
They come in boxes of a thousand.
One box.
You and me got a problem.
Here's my mask.
I'm a Star Wars.
Now let's see who you've drawn.
I'm my brother Todd.
I'm my brother Rod.
Ah! This is too scary!
Change back!
I'll help you.
I'm a chimpmunk.
I eat nuts without saying grace.
I'm a permission slip.
And thank you god for letting Mrs. Simpson come over.
It was the most fun we've had since mommy was here.
And could you ask mommy to come to daddy in a dream
and tell him how to cut our sandwiches?
And please tell Mrs. Simpson
it's rude to eavesdrop on our prayers.
But we forgive her.
Hiya, Marge.
Are Rod and Todd in the land of nod?
We had a lot of fun.
They're terrific kids.
Hey, you're welcome to see the dynamic duo any time.
Well, then maybe I will come by more often.
And Homer can spend more time with our kids.
He's watching them now.
Ready?
Ready.
And joust!
That was awesome!
Let's do it again.
A canoe made of country ham?
You know I'll eat it.
What's wrong
with your teeter-totter?
Daddy says up and down see-saws are dangerous.
Chocks?!
Why don't we try it...
freestyle.
El mundo es loco!
I heard in study hall you were baby-sitting tonight.
Homer!
We're not in high school.
So, Marge, in tomorrow's game,
I'm gonna recover a fumble just for you.
Maybe you'll run it in for a touchdown.
Don't pressure me.
I get enough of that from my dad.
Well, maybe we can take your mind off things by studying for the sat:
"Snuggles and tickles."
Old man Flanders!
Hey, Homer.
Sneaking kisses from the missus?
Springfield high football rules!
No one turn on the sprinklers, okay?
Dad, mom's over at the Flanders',
baby-sitting nimRod and nimTodd.
We want to do something.
Fine. As soon as I finish watching my show.
I want to go to the showbiz animal retirement home.
They take in animals from the movies and tv that aren't cute anymore.
Old showbiz animals?
Do you think any of the gremlins
from the gremlins movie are there?
Sure.
I am gonna get them so wet.
This is much sadder than I expected.
Sad? You're crazy.
I feel like I'm at the oscars for the animals I forgot existed.
Aflac!
I'm not a real bear!
That was just the name of my character.
Now let me out!
Hey, you know where the bathroom is?
Maybe I do and maybe I don't.
You didn't hear it from me, but it's next to the rhino cage.
Word on the street is: Cover the toilet seat with tissue.
Sweet... sweet tissue.
This is toot-toot.
She played tum tum in teen tarzan's eco-adventures.
She looks like she's crying.
She probably misses her children.
They're all in show business.
One of them played the out-of-control judiciary
in a republican party commercial.
Cheer up, toot-toot.
Have some of my ice cream.
My son's been ape-napped!
No, no, it's still "kid-napped."
The prefix applies to the victim.
Help! She's grooming me.
She's grooming me!
Aren't you gonna do something?
I'm afraid there's nothing we can do now.
A chimp that size could tear your son's head right off.
But she'll leave the rest of him alone?
Would you like to meet flipper?
May I remind you they're old when they come here.
Well, well.
Look at my dull-eyed angels.
What's this?
It's the ripcord from a band-aid wrapper!
Call me ned zeppelin, but is one of my boys abrased and contused?
I cut myself on the knife, playing christian clue.
The secular humanist did it in the schoolhouse
with misinformation!
Well, I think it's about time you boys get to bed.
Yes, daddy.
An so we don't have another disaster.
You crawl up these steps!
Ned, I know you like to worry, but these boys are never going
to get self-confidence unless you let them try things for themselves.
I just can't.
They're all I've got since that sad day when maude found eternal happiness.
I though they might enjoy it
if I took them here.
Everything's covered in foam, and it's owned by a corporation, so you know
it's safe.
Well, their mascot is a kneepad wearing a helmet.
Why not?
Where's Bart?
I haven't seen him since you came home.
You haven't seen Bart for a few hours,
so you automatically assume I let something terrible happen.
I didn't say that.
I know what you think:
When stupid Homer wasn't looking,
Bart got kidnapped by a monkey.
I could never think something that horrible.
And now I'm using sarcasm to confess the whole thing,
so later I could say that I already told you.
Sorry I asked.
Dad, you can't keep this up for long.
You're so right.
I guess I should be more concerned with Bart's safety
than covering my own butt.
And maybe I'm talking like this because I can't stop.
Help me, Lisa! I have serious mental problems!
Look, it's been fun and all,
but I miss indoor plumbing.
Sorry, lady.
I've never eaten fresh fruit and I reckon I never will.
This oreo is rank.
Bart !
When the monkey falls asleep, I'll sneak you out in this trash bag.
Then i'll come back and feed the monkey a peach full of antifreeze.
I fell asleep before the monkey.
Lookin' good, Rod!
Ned, are you checking up on me?
I'm not Ned.
I'm a... friendly dog.
I'm not a good liar.
I did come here to check on the...
where's Rod?
He's up there, daddy.
Daddy! Look how high I am!
What are you doing?!
You're gonna get hurt!
I am?
He chipped a tooth!
How will he bite wheat thins? How?!
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I'm sorry, Ned.
I never thought this would happen.
I don't want you watching my boys ever again!
She must be an unfit mother.
I am not an unfit mother!
We interrupt this skateboarding footage
for a breaking news story.
Local boy Bart simpson is being held hostage by an angry chimpanzee
who has improved both his hygiene and posture.
His so-called real mother could not be found for comment.
Hey, monkey! Eat tranquilizer dart!
Mr. Simpson was later revived by a police stun gun.
Daddy, what are we gonna do today?
Well, we're gonna do what every kid your age likes to do: Look at bread.
No!
The "n" word!
We want Mrs. Simpson back.
She let us run barefoot in the grass and play uno.
Uno?! That's a gateway game to pinochle.
All diddily aside, boys, what is it about her you miss so much?
She made us feel happy.
And not church-happy.
For real happy.
maybe there's another way to solve this.
Bart is clearly fulfilling an emotional need for toot-toot.
Lisa, monkeys don't have feelings.
If they did, then my experiments could be called cruel.
Toot-toot, look!
I'm using this rock as a tool.
She's kissing his boo-boo!
That's it, I'm going in.
Excuse me, Mrs. Toot, I need to talk to you mother to mother.
While you were living the glamorous life of a tv chimp, I was raising my son.
You have no right to take him away from me now.
Please, please, give me back my boy.
Marge, Toot-toot and her son escaped!
The hamburglar was survived by his long-time companion,
mayor Mccheese.
Now, our latest update on monkey boy Bart Simpson.
Toot-toot has taken Bart to the highest spot in town,
the new steeple atop the first church of Springfield.
Now, Marge, I know things look bleak,
but it should comfort you to know we have this plaque ready to go.
Hey, I know how we can save Bart.
M. Teeny?
He also happens to be toot-toot's son.
But Krusty said mr. Teeny was born in funny town.
Nelson, funny town doesn't exist.
No! I was gonna live at cuckoo corners!
Listen, we can trade Mr. Teeny for Bart.
We just have to find a way to get him up there.
I'm already doing it!
Roddy, get down!
You're gonna fall!
Ned, Rod needs to know you believe he can be okay on his own.
You'd be surprised what he could do if you just gave him a chance.
Rod!
You can do it, boy!
With god on your side, you can't fail!
Toot-toot, I have something for you.
Reunited and it feel so good reunited
'cause we understood.
Yeah, great.
Now I need a new sidekick.
Get me a lemur, or a marmot.
Or Tom Greene, he's not doing anything these days.
And really stick it to him on the money.
Hurry, let's climb down.
Okay, but don't let our hands touch. It's gay.
What's "gay" mean?
It means you used to be afraid, but now you're not.
I'm gay, daddy!
I'm gay!
Mrs. Simpson made me gay!
I believe he's saying he's okay.
My little boy's growing up.
Hey, I'll say!
I haven't seen climbing like that
since Dudley Moore married Susan Anton!
Bob, why did I wait a hundred years
to get you up here?
You're tellin' me.
Now I can look down Dolly Parton's dress whenever I want.
de Dolly Parton quand je le veux.
Guys, I'm trying to watch this.
Hey, I'm sorry.
What got into her?
Her kid's fruitier than Carmen Miranda's hat rack.
Remember her?
Mr. Simpson was later revived by a police stun gun.
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