[Hope] Pretty sure the Zero Point shard is in his stomach,
although this scanner wasn't built to see through ultra fat.
Oh, my poor Homie. I'm so afraid for him.
Is there anything we can do?
Absolutely.
We can vaporize his motor cortex, rendering him immobile,
then extract the shard with a strike team through the lower bowel.
You don't have a lot of friends, do you?
Ah. Sure she does.
I'm sorry, but we need that shard back now
if we're going to return to our island and defeat the Demon Master.
God, I love exposition.
[gun whirring]
My husband is a good man at any size.
I'm sure I can convince him to do the right thing.
No time.
-[zaps] -[sizzles]
[burps]
Tell you what, let's try Marge's way.
[♪ upbeat music plays]
[burping]
Me want get small, kiss Marge,
hug kids, tell Flanders him stupid.
My de-bigulator will handle that.
[zaps]
[burps]
-Now, what is wrong with this thing? -[zaps]
Oh, glavin!
A tiny nerd.
You'll come in handy at school, but why didn't it work on Dad?
Oh, he must still be bloated with shard energy,
like he ate a Zero Point bean burrito.
God, I love sci-fi babble.
This could be a blessing in disguise in underpants.
Homer, I have an idea, but you'll have to come with us to face the Demon Master.
That sounds dangerous.
Not care!
[sobbing] Not want to live huge without Marge.
Aw, sweetie, I love you too.
Um, while you're still giant, could you clean the gutters?
Um, me do later. First defeat Demon Master!