The Simpsons

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Sweet dreams.

Showtime.

Your tea, Nana.

Sweet darling boy.

I know what you're thinking.

This must be some kind of prank.

Is there laxative in the punch bowl?

Well, there is, but their doctors prescribed that.

I've changed.

I've become pinchable.

You look confused.

Why don't I start from the beginning?

Simpson. Those lyrics are unapproved and not that funny.

Come with me.

Hey, Skinner.

Sure, you're tough enough to punish a little boy,

but what about a Marine Corps veteran?

Oh.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Seymour.

Which of your two lame weapons are you gonna unleash on me?

I have other weapons.

I have no other weapons.

Seymour, walk me to the bus stop.

Mother, what are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure you remember

that I think your job is stupid.

Simpson, I thought of your punishment.

Bart here will walk you to the bus stop.

That'll kill two birds with one stone.

First time a worm ever killed a bird.

Okay, Lenny, don't be nervous.

This is the big one.

Gotcha! Where am I?

You walked in the core.

Yeah, we better seal this thing up tight.

I'm playing Peekimon Get, see?

That's a wild Rotata.

That has got to be the stupidest game I've ever heard of.

Oh, yeah, you're right. It's really a kids' game.

And it's silly for me to...

Quiet, I'm playing it.

Quitting time.

Three-day weekend.

Haw-haw!

Back in a flash, Grandmama.

Try not to win any beauty pageants while I'm gone.

Oh.

Agnes!

Oh, you just missed my perfect little Martin.

Eh, I saw him.

He's beefing up, that's for sure.

Don't you love Grandparents' Day?

I get to meet all the little boys Martin snitches on.

Is that your grandson?

Or is this just a... a pity walk?

- He's not... - A pity walker?

I love my Gam-Gam.

Ha. You hear that?

Gam-Gam.

What's your pet name?

Gram-Gram.

That's the stupidest thing

I've ever heard.

I can't believe Martin left you alone

in this cold hallway.

Thanks, Peaches.

You're a gift to this world.

You deserve to be wrapped up, Gam-Gam.

Gam-Gam-Gam.

Gam-Gam-Gam.

For you, Grandmama.

A diorama of the sky from the night you were born.

Give me your sweater.

But-but without it, I'm nippley.

You hear that? Oh, no...

Nippley.

I always wanted a grandson.

A cute little guy I could take to the circus and the movies.

Someone I could spoil rotten.

I'm halfway there, ma'am.

Well, this is my bus.

Goes right by the candy store, eh?

Don't take my mother, I need her to make me French toast!

Egg yolks scare me...

Ooh, a Rattlesnitch.

Got it.

- Got it. - Lo tango.

Duffman has got it.

Got it.

- Got it. - Got it.

Got it.

Got it.

- Got it. - Got it.

Now that's a spicy Peekiball.

Got it.

And so... Aw, I didn't get it.

Won't anyone help me?

Got it, and no.

Now Maggie, there's no monster under your bed.

Ooh, there is one on your face.

Oh, man, there's like a million in here.

Here's the phone, so you can see them.

Nighty night.

In the gospel according to Luke, uh...

If you two don't mind.

Look this game is, or at least was,

bigger than Jesus, okay?

Hmm, that's a pretty low bar these days.

Ah, Skunk-a-san.

Why can't I capture you?

It's real!

D'oh!

Sprayed by a skunk.

Homie, that game's too dangerous.

The game was fine.

Reality was dangerous.

And could you move a little to your left?

There's a Stumble-Bee right behind you.

Oh, is there any fad you don't take too far?

The aerobics ones.

Mom, what Dad could use is a co-player,

who makes sure he doesn't get hurt.

Because the game is good for him.

You can see that he's lost weight from the walking.

I'm using the factory holes on my belt.

Oh, wow. Wow.

Lisa, why are you interested?

Because it's the greatest game ever.

In this world, I can throw a ball.

Hmm, okay.

I'd prefer if you didn't turn your skunk bath

into a giant cocktail.

Ugh. One damn rule after another around here.

Peekisaurus at the Kwik-E-Mart.

Please come in.

Enjoy your game from which I do not make a dime.

I'll be darned if this little critter

doesn't look like your god.

And I'll be darned if this sad wino

doesn't look like your god.

Do unto Snickers as you would have Snickers do unto you.

Oh.

Well.

Such good manners.

I went out to get you some sneakers.

The kind that gang members wear.

Heaven. But I couldn't help thinking,

why settle for one golden goose,

when you can have a gaggle?

Bessie, have I seen your grandkids in church?

No. I don't have any grandchildren.

Here's my headshot.

Oh...

In fights with your children, I take your side.

And what's this?

I have a loose tooth.

Oh!

It might've felt more like a lie

if I had to say the word "grandmother."

Fortunately, my ladies like to be called anything but.

Good morning, Momo.

I love you, Geema.

Momtom!

Na-nee!

Ugogo!

Waipo.

Hey, who wants a box full of firecrackers?

They won't light up the night like you.

Aw.

Man, nothing beats ladies in their 80s.

Twice my age plus 60.

Perfect.

Ketchup? In my kitchen?

Never!

Bart?

Hey, Mom. Want a pep-o-mint drop?

Yes, but since when do you carry those?