The Simpsons

Ah, what a long day.

What should we read tonight?

Good Night, Escaped Gorilla,

The Pookadook,

What Do You People Do All Day?

The Pookadook,

S'up, Moon?

The Pookadook?

Wait, how many Pookadooks do we have?

Oh, I guess just one.

When did we get this book?

Whoop...

Should we read this tonight?

"There's a nasty little monster called the Pookadook.

"Only special people see it.

"People like you.

"Pookadook, Pookadook feeds on your rage.

What happens next? Just turn the page."

Hmm. I don't know, maybe we shouldn't read this book.

Okay.

"How does he get in, this mean Pookadook?

Why, you let him in by reading this book."

Oh...

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

Shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.

Sleepy cheek, sleepy cheek.

Oh, mmm.

Oh, baby cheek. I love baby cheek.

Oh.

Maggie!

Huh? I thought I put that on the shelf.

Bad book.

Oh, Maggie,

you aren't still scared of that silly Pookadook, are you?

Oh.

Mm. Don't shoot anything. Those are new crayons.

Hmm. Hmm.

"When Pookie gets a hold of you,

"you'll change for the worse,

"eliminate those nuisances...

the littlest one first."

"Now burn it all up on Dad's barbecue.

That's exactly what Pookadook hoped you would do"?

Oh, no.

Oh.

Time to put the baby down.

Bart and I are building a dojo.

Ooh, we could use that to chop up the lawn furniture.

I want to chop!

The family's getting in the way

of Maggie-Mommy time.

I'll make them sleep with the fishes.

Sleep overnight at the aquarium.

Thanks for signing us up, Marge.

Too bad Maggie's not

old enough to go.

Maggie and I have our own fun planned.

Aw, you gonna miss Daddy?

Cranky pants!

Give her to me.

Now it's just you and me.

Huh?

Hmm. Oh, her thinks her can get away.

Her is mistaken.

Oh, peekaboo,

I hear you.

Maggie, let Mommy in.

I know you're in there.

Young lady, open the door this instant.

Let me in, you little poop machine.

Let me in!

Is that all you got?

Missed me.

Whoa.

Not gonna work.

Look what else my loving family got me

for my birthday.

A vacuum that cleans the outside.

I guess cleaning the inside wasn't enough.

No fun for Mom.

Baby's gonna fall.

Got you!

Baby cheek.

Oh.

Oh, Maggie, I'm so sorry I got possessed

and almost chopped you up into little pieces.

Oh, but I'm here now.

Mommy's here.

Stay back, you overdressed hat demon.

I know you feed on my repressed resentment

towards my family,

but I can swallow feelings

like a python eating a baby goat.

Okay, it was actually a good present.

Marge, we're home.

The kids got sick in the touch pool.

I put the barf clothes on your purse.

Ah. Oh.

Disgusting.

The human race is 20 cow farts away

from total extinction.

And we deserve it.

Huh?

"Any person whose name is written in this Death Tome

will meet their death and be dead."

What?

"You must specify how the victim will die,

and you may not kill the same way twice."

This is obviously just a stupid prank.

But I never throw away a book.

Internet sensation Tofu,

the world's most clicked-on cat...

Aw.

Is being held hostage by a gunman.

Aah!

Wait, maybe I could stop this guy.

No, that's never gonna work.

Well, even if it doesn't, it'll feel good

to do some journaling.

Ha-ha, I'm totally gonna get away with murd...

Oh! Oh, my heart!

Heart attack! And...

death.

- What? - What?

Oh, my God, I killed a man.

A bad man. Which actually makes me...

a hero.

It's rare to find

bloodthirsty vegetarians.

I am a Shinigami.

A god of death.

In my realm, I am called

Steve Johnson.

Wait, your name is Steve?

Well, when I was born eons ago,

Steve was a very exotic name.

I mean, there were, like, three Necroblivias

in my nursery cave alone.

This must be your Death Tome.

I'm sorry, I-I kind of killed somebody with it.

Oh, but now that you've used it, it's yours.

I think you'll find that murder is almost as addictive

as plastic surgery.

- Oh. Have you had... - I haven't.

But I-I don't think there's anything wrong with it.

Mm.

Don't worry, no one else can see or hear me.

I was karaoke-ing with my employer,

as is the salaryman's obligation.

You're stinking drunk. I'm so proud.

It's the part of my job that I... do best.

What an ugly house.

Thank goodness this eyesore will soon be submerged,

after my side corporation Globo-Warm

melts the polar icecap.

But millions of people will drown.

True, but I'll be able to dock my yacht

outside my kitchen.

Hmph.

I have to kill Mr. Burns.

Wow, I thought you'd struggle with that,

but you're like, "Boom. Dead time!"

Well, I'm gonna give him a very dignified

and humane murder.

The most peaceful way to go.

Ooh, how is he still asleep?

Oops.

Okay, that was much crueler than planned,

but I saved the world.

Did you? Globo-Warm has many dedicated employees

willing to carry out Burns' dream

of drowning the Earth.

Fine.

Wow, that is a big board.

I gotta come up with a lot of ways to die.

Well, just have to be creative.

Really? A toilet gator?

I was running out of ideas.

I'm going to bed now.

Oh, what about the second page?

Wha...?!

Oh, no. Ah!

And the last guy, oh, I don't know.

Liquefied in a giant blender.

Already did that.

That was puréed.