Hmm.
What's the matter, sweetie?
Tomorrow's Multicultural Day at school.
Now what do they want?
I've got to give a presentation
about our family's heritage,
but ours is so boring.
Yep. The Simpsons
have never married,
or even shook hands,
with anyone interesting.
In a world of 31 flavors,
we're the cup of water
they rinse the scoops in.
Grampa out.
Aw, Grampa.
We should take lots of pictures
of him while we still can.
Camera's broken!
Hey, Lis, check it out.
With some clever scissor work,
I can make the Lake Land Butter
Indian maiden show me her boobs.
Clean, dirty.
Bart, stop that!
Native Americans are a proud people
with a noble heritage.
A noble heritage
that anyone can claim.
Cool!
Look what Snap's doing to Pop
while Crackle watches!
"My great-great-great-
great... great-grandmother
"was a Native American.
She was a member of the..."
"...Hitachee tribe."
Wait. Is it wrong for me
to appropriate the culture
of a long-suffering people?
I'll tell you what's wrong:
You getting a "C" on this project
and winding up at a third-rate college.
Lisa, the world needs you to go to Wellesley!
You're right.
I'll just need to find traditional garb.
And so, my proud people
were nearly destroyed by the warfare, disease,
and greed of the invading Europeans.
I didn't come here to be insulted.
Guten Tag!
Today, the Hitachees
have dwindled to a handful,
and our detailed genealogical records
were cruelly destroyed
by the white man.
So, any to research my tribe
would be the ultimate insult.
Splendid, Lisa.
By far, the best presentation of the day.
I'm still proud of what I am.
And you should be.
The city's Multicultural Council
has invited one lucky student
to perform at City Hall.
Lisa, you'll be representing us
and the noble Hitachee people.
Oh... great!
I'd... love to.
Mm-hmm.
Why did I have to lie about my heritage?
By speaking with forked tongue,
I am in heap big trouble.
And now I'm thinking in stereotypes!
That's even worse!
Must be the war cry of her tribe.
Probably.
Now, get me some coffee.
Daddy, I got me a C-minus
on my Multicultural project.
A C-minus, huh?
Well, let's celebrate.
Hey, Brandine, empty out the tub!
We's makin' rum!
Can't use the tub!
I'm drownin' rats in it!
Still?! Are you drownin' 'em or makin' love to 'em?
Oh!
Mr. Burns, help me!
Why? You're not helping me.
But, sir, I'm flaming!
My God, Willie, that fire is headed right for the tetherball pole.
Put it out!
I cannot!
All the extinguishers are gone!
Then I'm afraid these Wet Ones
will have to do the job.
Gah! These are drier
than a Charles Grodin quip.
What monster, or pair of monsters,
would steal our extinguishers?
If this works, I'll go faster
than any ten-year-old has ever gone.
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!
The flames are heading straight
for the Flammable District!
That's where our mom works!
My last words are "Lisa sucks!"
That boy is a hero!
Let's get hoisted!
Bart! Bart! Bart!
Young man, to show our gratitude,
the city of Springfield
will grant you one wish.
Really? Hmm.
That's it! I want a license!
To kill?
No. To drive.
Suit yourself.
Do you wish to be an organ donor?
No way! I don't want my guts
touching some sick guy.
Well, you make a good point
Oh, yeah.
I agree.
Oh, this is a bad time for me
to have massive organ failure
Where do you think you're going?
Oh, I can't believe this day is already here.
Me taking you for your first driving lesson.
Hey! That jerk cut us off.
Pull alongside.
Eat Marshall Tucker, idiot!
Homer? Is that you?
Floor it!
So long suckers.
The Hitachees invented women's lacrosse...
soft luggage...
And that thing where you're walking
and someone's walking towards you
and you each try to step aside
but you both go the same way
and you do it again and again
until one of you just scoots around?
They had seven names for that.
Whoa, you just blew my mind!
Uh, thank you and good night.
Yay!
Show's over. Let's go.
What's your hurry?
Well, some of my report...
um... wasn't thoroughly
fact-checked.
My little girl's just like CBS News.
Lisa, it was wonderful!
I am such a proud Hitachee mother.
Lisa, hi, my name is John Squawking Bear.
I'm a reporter for The Chippewa Bugle.
I happen to have today's.
You know, uh, I thought I knew all the lost tribes.
I've never heard of the Hitachee.
Yes, we're among the lostest.
Uh-huh. Where were you centered?
Centered. Centered...
You know where the four states come together?
Oh, quite well.
Not there. Not even close.
In the name of the Great Turtle,
will you answer the question?
We were south... west of...
North Dakota-lahoma.
Hmm.
Very good.
Well, I better
get to my office before my boss,
Screaming Editor, gets mad.
I kid, but he's a real jerk.
Hey, guys. See you in a bit.
I entered a thousand-mile Baja Road race.
Hold on there, boy.
If you wanna keep using that car,
you'd better start pullin' your weight.
This cell phone is so I can call you
whenever I need your driving services.
I put in my own ringtone!
Hello, Bart?
Now, listen. I need you
to go the gas station.
Tell them you need
to inflate your tires,
but actually you inflate
these volleyballs.
Then, throw them over
the wall of the prison
to create chaos and confusion.
H-Hello?
Bart! Buddy!
It's your dad!
I need a ride.
I think I'm in Chinatown.
Not our Chinatown.
Slow down!
You're too close to that car.
Your hands should be at ten and
two, not three and nothing!
You know, it'd be a real shame
if someone started
investigating your "Indian heritage."
I'll be good.
Oh, man.
What now?
Boy, I don't want to freak you out,
but I'm calling from inside the trunk.
That was me.
Some very UN-cool people
put me in here.
This sucks.
I can't do anything fun
'cause I'm doing so many
stupid errands.
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
Ah! It's dark in here!
Oh, I gotta get outta
this town for a while.
Time to put the pedal to the metal.
Ooh, North Haverbrook.
The very name conjures up romance and intrigue.
Wow, a mint condition Hippie Hulk from 1968!
Tune in, turn on, Hulk out!
Oh, man, this town's got everything!
Hey, hey, LBJ, how many pants you rip today?
Gonna rock around the clock tonight
Gonna rock, gonna rock around the clock tonight.
Any of you ladies like stereo music?
I do.
You look kinda young.
Yeah. I have that disease that makes you look like an old man,
but they gave me medicine for it and I took too much.
That's cool. I'm Darcy.
I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you?
Oh, right. Darcy.
Bart! This is a matter of life and death.
What is the difference between ketchup and catsup?
They're gonna cut my head off...
Kyle, are you sure we should be making out
in this abandoned sawmill?
Lighten up, baby.
There hasn't been a murder here in ten years.
Ten years tonight.
It's the kid we locked in the cemetery in the first grade!
Hey, what are you gonna do with that chainsaw, dork?
I really like you, Bart.
That is such a girl thing to say.
So, Doctor, was it all a dream.
Bart, let's get married.
- What?! - Why not?
We've made out.
It's not right to make out with somebody
if you have no intention of marrying them.
I mean, you're not a jerk, right?
- No, I'm not, but... - Then it's settled.
Oh, man, I must be the first guy who was ever pressured
into marriage.
Look, Darcy, I like you. I really do. It's just...
- I'm only ten years old. - Wha...?!
I'm really sorry.
Bart, I've been keeping a secret from you, too.
I'm pregnant
- I'm going to be a father?! - What?! No!
You couldn't be the father. We never got close to that.
Really? We didn't?
But we kissed and held hands at the same time.
Wow, you really are ten.
I thought you were just kind of stupid.
I'm ten and stupid.
Look, if I'm not the father, then who is?
A Norwegian exchange student.
He's long gone, back to Norwegia.
I wanted you to marry me so my baby would have a dad.
I'm very religious that way.
How religious can you be if you're pregnant?
Good answer.
Marrying you was my only hope.
When my parents find out, they're gonna kill me.
Look, Darcy, maybe there's still a way we can get married.
How? You're just a kid!
Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this,
but there is a state where the marriage laws are a little looser.
- Utah. - Utah?
Home of America's most powerful weirdos?
Our lives could be so wonderful there.
Oh, Bart.
You are an extreme husband and an extreme father.
Awesome!
The people of my tribe lived in harmony with the land.
Eating mock buffalo steaks made from peaceful turnip roots,
uh, they... Environment...
uh, dignity...
Corn god...
I'm sorry, I can't do this! I made it all!
There is no Hitachee tribe.
I took the name from my microwave.
But surely you can forgive a little girl who...
Wait, wait.
Although she is not one of our people,
this young lady has shown the courage we Native Americans cherish.
And who can blame her for wanting to be one of us?
We have a noble heritage and cheekbones to die for.
I'm not Native American, either. I just ski a lot.
- I'm Japanese. - Well, I'm an Aborigine.
I'm two midgets in a costume.
What?
Not you, Fibbing Bear?!
You know, my great-great grandmother was an Indian.
I guess I should've mentioned that before, huh?
Yes, you should have!
Bart, sweetie. I need some strawberries.
I bet they sell them in Utah.
Bart, I need some strawberries. Right now.
- We're in the middle of the desert. - I need strawberries!
Take my wife... please.
Hey, I finally get that joke.
I just found this note in Bart's room.
"Dear Mom and Dad, me and my girlfriend Darcy
have gone to Utah to get married.
FYI: she's pregnant."
Simpson men get the job done.
It's a tragedy, a real tragedy.
I mean, what kind of tramp gets knocked up before she's even married?
I did.
I mean in this day and age, when the link between sex
and pregnancy has been proven so... conclusively...
in Scientific American, where...
Okay, we can trace where the kids are by the charges they made on your card.
In Colorado, they charged $200 worth of bubble gum.
Actually, that was me.
"Dingle's Berries" in Provo, Utah?
Why would I go to Utah?
I love booze, caffeine and monogamy.
Then that must be it.
Our daughter says she's run off with your son.
- Did she mention she was knocked up? - No!
Oops! Sorry for the spoiler.
So how many brides will you be marrying today, Mr. Simpson?
- Just one. - What are you, gay?
Stop the wedding!
Bart, you're too young to get married.
You still make me check the closet for the boogeyman.
Well, maybe I found someone else to do it for me.
Someone who will do a more thorough job.
I don't care how young he is,
he took advantage of a girl five years older than him.
Utah karate!
Dad, lay off the Bartman.
He's not the father.
I just wanted to marry him, so you and Mom wouldn't be ashamed of me.
Ashamed? I'm thrilled...
because I'm gonna have a baby, too!
We can lie to the neighbors and tell them they're twins.
Awesome idea, Dad.
I guess this is the end for us, Bart.
Thanks for everything.
Darcy, in 50 years,
you might see me walking down the street and you'll wonder,
"Is that Bart?" And I'll go...
and you'll know.
You know, I thought Darcy and I would be like a real married couple.
Instead we just ended up fighting all the time.
Yeah, how 'bout that?
You know, for a while,
I was kind of looking forward to being a dad.
Son, one day you're going to be a great father.
- And someday you'll be one, too. - Thanks, boy.
Hey, for old time's sake,
you want to drive me around while I sing
public domain songs out the window?
You got it.
Twinkle, twinkle Little star
How I wonder what you are