The Simpsons

ELECTION DAY 2008

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I STILL LIKE IKE

OFFICIAL POLLING PLACE

Hello, I'd like to vote for president, governor,

and anything that will take money away from our parks and libraries.

Eh, use machine number three.

Oh! I can't fit in the booth!

Use the double-wide.

Ooh! One of those electronic voting dealies.

One vote for McCain. Thank you.

No, I want to vote for Obama.

Two votes for McCain.

Come on. It's time for a change!

Three votes for McCain.

No! No! No!

Six votes for President McCain.

Hey, I only meant one of those votes for McCain.

This machine is rigged.

Must... tell.. President McCain.

This doesn't happen in America! Maybe Ohio!

But not in America!

I VOTED

TREEHOUSE OF HORROR PART 19

UNTITLED ROBOT PARODY

Okay, all I need is a Christmas gift for Lisa.

YOU FORGOT-ME-NOTS THE LAST-MINUTE GIFT STORE

I don't have time to read all that.

Montreal Expos jersey. Somber String. Jacks, no ball.

And a Slunky ... "IT DOESN'T DO ANYTHING"

Oh, I wouldn't give these to my worst enemy, ...

... which happens to be Lisa.

Girls don't like trucks! Come back when you're something else!

Perfect!

Merry Christmas, Dad. We bought you three more minutes of oxygen.

Oh, thank you, son! Can I play with it outside? Can I?! Can I?!

Sure.

Hey, Lis, I think I see one with your name on it.

I don't know how you could top last year's gift: a box of your burps.

Yeah. Here's your stocking stuffer.

Wow! A Malibu Stacey convertible!

Oh, Bart, an actual present.

That's right, Maggie. It's a car.

Let's go to the ...

Pos-i-bots, transform!

Snooze!

Threeway!

Melody!

What?

Wait a minute. We're missing Sex-Toy.

Where have you been?

Where haven't I been?

CHRISTMAS OCCURS

Hmm. Is there something different about the kitchen?

No! No! No!

NO.

Well, the toaster's never lied to me before.

Nice planet.

Pos-i-bot, engage.

Battle commencing in ten, nine, eight ...

Hey!

Hey, Homer. How was your Christmas?

It was okay. I got Seinfeld, Season 7.

Finally a boxing day that lives up to its name.

Lisa! What's happening?!

Well, if I had to guess, I'd say that two alien robot races,

who've been battling for centuries,

... have chosen our planet as a site for their ultimate confrontation.

It is a good planet to settle things on.

Stop it! Stop it! Look, you have made the nacho machine cry.

Cool!

Carnage Destructicus, the moment has arrived: our final battle.

Your final battle, Bestimus Mucho!

Just because you're mad at each other, doesn't mean you have to destroy our town.

That does not compute.

Really?!

It computes a little.

What's this whole intergalactic tiff about anyway?

You know I, I... I don't remember.

Neither do I.

Hmm. Maybe the non-transforma thing is right.

Thank you, human grandmother, for pointing out

that it is futile to fight if we do not know why.

And now that we are not fighting each other,

we can team up to enslave your planet.

That's great! Because working together, you can ... Oh ...

Okay, who's the idiot who taught them what foosball was?

I thought they might enjoy it.

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Okay, Maggie, we'll be back in three hours.

Or longer if something happens to us.

Maybe we shouldn't do this. She doesn't know anyone here.

Look, sweetie, there's a familiar face: Krusty!

Hey, hey, kids! Your old pal Krusty's gonna teach you five new words:

Unlicensed use of my image.

All right, boys. See those Krustys nobody paid me for?

Sandblast them!

Entertain the troops? No way! What have they ever done for me?!

Krusty, you made my daughter cry!

Hey, my intellectual property rights were being infringed.

Do you know how that feels? Do ya?! Huh?! Do ya?!

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Oh! It's no use.

Mr. Simpson, you have quite a talent for killing celebrities.

Well ... I'm no drunk driving.

I'd like to introduce you to some stereotypical ad men.

Simpson, we got a swell little notion for you.

Did you know you can put a dead celebrity

in a commercial and you don't have to pay them a thing?

Oh, my God, you finally did it.

You mixed Buzz Cola with the smooth, rich taste of lemon.

Unfortunately, there are certain stars who won't do what we want.

What's their problem?

They're still alive.

And then we thought ... "Who's good at killing celebrities?"

Me!

That's right.

Homer, would you be willing to acquire some more, um ...

... uh, accounts for us?

Well, you know, it is awfully hot today.

Now I'm too cold.

QUICKSAND EXTRA DEEP

NATIONAL AIR & SPACE MUSEUM SALUTES NEIL AMSTRONG

GEORGE CLOONEY -BRAND- NOVELITY VOMIT

PRINCE'S CHOICE DROUGHT RESISTANT- GRASS SEED

COUNTRY-STYLE RAGU IT'LL SEND YOU TO MARS

We can't just sit here while they exploit our images!