The Simpsons

I don't care what Bart says,

there's nothing crazy about taking your cat for a walk.

Huh?

- -

Wow. What is this place?

This park is a paradise for emotional support animals

and their caring human partners.

Oh, that's lovely.

Now get out!

Your mangy cat can't be in here if she's un-vested.

Oh, but my kitty is so empathetic.

She's the most caring, lovable, gentle,

-sweet... -

My anxiety chicken!

- -

Somebody do something!

I can't do things, I'm an empath.

I'm conflict-averse.

Support me, Apples.

Oh, boy.

Well, it was peck-and-go for a minute there,

but Gwyneth Poultry is gonna be all right.

Here's your astronomical bill.

Oh, they'll be covering it.

$16,000?! For a chicken?

I just ate a whole bucket of them for 20 bucks.

Prosthetic beak? Cluck-lear implant?

Bawk therapy? We don't have the money for this.

Hmm...

They say all it takes to financially ruin a family

is one unexpected medical bill.

Who knew ours would be for jacking up

some bougie-ass chicken?

I am so sorry. You can sell my Malibu Stacy Dream House.

It's increased in value. I just redid the kitchen.

Relax. We're not gonna sell your toys.

The sax is where the real money is.

Homer.

What? My upper-lower, middle-lower,

lower-class income isn't gonna get us out of this.

Hmm. In order to save this family,

I'm gonna have to do something I've never done before,

get a job.

Oh, you've had tons of jobs:

cop, realtor, gym owner, erotic baker,

weed sommelier.

Those were for my own growth.

This time, it's not personal.

Ooh, this one sounds perfect.

They're hiring cooks.

Ooh, cooking. That's one of the only things

I don't doubt myself at.

"Exciting work, competitive salary,

team players wanted at GimmeChow."

What's GimmeChow?

It's a new food delivery app.

The teachers have been using it ever since

Lunch Lady Dora was on Cafeteria Nightmares.

They're only hiring for evening shifts.

Evenings? That's when you and the food make dinner happen.

I don't know how to make pork chops.

Where do you kill the pigs? In the sink?

Come on, guys. We can help Mom out

and cook dinner as a family.

Aw, geez, you know, I probably would not...

Yeah, I'd love to, but that's...

Homie, we need this.

Honey, of course we're all happy to help.

Look, I'm already cooking.

This is how nachos are born.

Mr. Largo? But you already have a job.

I teach music in a public school, Marge.

Do the math. I sure didn't.

Folks, I'm Finn Bon Idée.

I am CEO and head mind-blower here at GimmeChow,

and I came up with a way to disrupt restaurant delivery.

By getting rid of the restaurants.

- -Introducing

the GimmeChow ghost kitchen.

20 new delivery-only dining concepts,

operating out of one central kitchen, ours.

Together, me and you, and your shift manager...

Jill Junderson.

...are gonna revolutionize food delivery

and feed all our friends here in...

"Spring-feld."

That's the excitement I like to...

Oh, we got a question.

Wait, so one kitchen is pretending to be 20 restaurants

when it's actually zero restaurants?

It sounds like you're catfishing the public.

Think of it as catfish po'boy-ing them,

which is a special at Mama Juju's Bayou Bistro.

How much does this job pay?

-Minimum wage. -

Plus overtime. Sweet, juicy overtime.

That'll replace the newspaper in your wallet.

And believe me, this job's gonna be

"easy peasy like grilled cheesy."

One Easy Peasy Grilled Cheesy. That's you, Chef.

Chef? Wow. No one's ever called me--

Make that 11 grilled cheeses.

Six sushi burritos. 21 loaded churros.

They're not stopping!

Cheeses. I need cheeses.

Cheesus, Allah, Buddha, Hashem. We need 'em all, Chef.

Hot stuff coming through, Chef.

For the last time, you're not my type, Chef.

-Corner. -Behind.

-Under. -Whoo. Over.

-Betwixt. -Ceiling.

Baloney banh mi. Veal lover's pizza.

And fire those grilled cheeses, Chef.

Heard, Chef. Give me a sec. I need mayo.

-Ah! -Please don't press charges.

My parole officer's trying to three-strike me

instead of breaking up with me like a man.

It's fine. It's fine. It's not deep.

Oh. Where the hell's the mayo?

Here's your mayo, Chef.

Ah. This is Wing Hut on Super Bowl Sunday all over again.

Where the hell are my damn grilled cheeses, Chef?

Ah. Spill. Sorry, Chef. I'll get it.

Here's your pho, Chef.

Yes, Chef. No, Chef.

Get your dumplings off my burner.

Homer, it's afternoon. Why didn't you wake me up?

I tried, but you hit me with a spatula.

Oh, this is my only day with all of you and I missed it.

How are things at GimmeChow, Mom?

It's been two months of hell.

Last night, Kirk lost the tip of his finger

in someone's disco fries.

Disco guys like disco fr...

Oh, God!

So, how's dinner been going without me?

Great. Tonight, we're all making lasagna.

You know, cooking as a family has been kind of fun.

Right, kids?

Mm-hmm.

Oh... Knowing you all are making home-cooked meals together

is the only thing getting me through this.

Love you so much. Bye.

She's gone. It's GimmeChow time.

I'm getting pizza, pierogis, and paella.

Fish-and-chips and cake pops for me.

Guys, we've been ordering delivery for two months.

I'm getting an ulcer from all the lying.

Or all the chile rellenos.

We got to tell Mom.

Hey, hey, hey. Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

Let's not do anything rash.

We'll totally cook for ourselves, tomorrow.

But we still need to eat tonight, right?

Indian food, maybe?

Well, I am a little hungry.

Tofu tikka masala.

Mmm. Tofu tikka masala.

Tofu tikka masala. Order up.

Hey, hey, good news, gang. Don't stop working.

You guys have been such rock stars,

management is gifting you all smartwatches.

Apple Watches?

Ankle watches. Monitors, really.

They buzz and say stuff to make sure

you're always hustling and a-grinding.

Gil, did you have a chance to ask payroll

about our overtime?

You know, Marge, I did. Funny story.

Turns out, since you work past midnight,

those hours count as a new day,

so you won't be getting overtime.

That story's not funny at all.

Rest detected.

-Activating motivational zaps. -

Ow! I'm moving, I'm moving.

We work hard for that money, and you're stealing it.

Look, GimmeChow's just a start-up,

so money's really tight.

You understand, right?

GimmeChow? More like "holy cow"

'cause their stock just went through the roof.

Ever since the pivot to ghost kitchens,

-this app is on fire. -

We've got GimmeChow CEO, Finn Bon Idée,

who, as of today, is the world's newest billionaire.

Billionaire?

I just work a lot harder

than anybody else at GimmeChow.

Mom, is everything okay?

I'm fine, honey. Just watching the man

who's been cheating me out of my overtime pay.

It kind of shakes my faith in billionaires.

Oh, this is all my fault.

I feel so guilty yo.

We're getting there, slowly.

It just never seems to go up.

Cliff, GimmeChow is a family,

united by one goal:

enriching our shareholders. I mean that.