The Simpsons

Uh, hey there, chief.

Uh, look, your mailbox hasn't been emptied in weeks.

Oh, no, not the mail.

What if I'm missing out on coupon packs,

or perhaps a jury summons?

How will I live without my paper e-mails?

Eh, I get it.

But be a pal, pally. Empty it out.

Hmm, it has been baking in the sun for a while.

I think it's done.

Mail loaf!

Carve that mail. Carve it good.

Who wants an end piece?

Hmm...

I'm invited to a birthday party at Addy's.

Addy? Hmm, I don't know that friend.

What subject does she teach?

It's a kid! I know kids.

It's a sleepover at Addy's house.

Addy.

I met her at the library.

- Aha. - Oh. - Library, Marge.

We were the only ones who loved this old series

of books, Gallop Girls.

Mmm, old book smell.

Mmm, new friend smell.

What is the deal with girls and horses?

Is it 'cause boys took all the good animals,

like dogs and ninjas?

Horses are nature's triumph.

They have the perfect combination of power,

grace and braidable hair.

Dumb, dumb, stupid. Legs don't move.

Ew. Pink?!

Once cars were invented, why didn't they just

kill all the horses... with the cars?

Beat it, Summer School.

Horse-a-copter attack. Its plops are bombs.

Let her go. She's a rescue and uneasy around men.

My paddock!

Hey, hey, hey, hey. No horseplay.

Horseplay!

Marge, guess what I said. Fight on.

Why? Why do you always wreck the stuff I care about?

Big brothers are supposed to be helpful and a little nice.

I wish I could un-brother you.

Not if I un-sister you first.

Fine. By the power of safety scissors,

I hereby sever the sibling bond.

Snip.

Wow.

Look at that house.

I bet they use their garage for cars.

Horsey birthday!

Your house is huge.

Yeah, it's kind of embarrassing.

My dad's the exclusive ketchup distributor

for stadiums and megachurches.

She's obviously lying. Ketchup is free.

Play along.

Hi, I'm Marge.

Lisa's really been looking forward

to your daughter's party.

Oh, no, I'm the party planner.

The mother's on a photoshopping retreat

to get her son into USC.

Have fun. We'll see you tomorrow.

10:00 a.m. pickup. Goodbyes and gift bags.

They're so rich, they know the future.

Well, I just finished the Gallop Girls book

where George Washington's horse exposed Benedict Arnold's horse

as a traitor.

I kind of wanted it to be a surprise.

We kind of own horses.

You know, Lisa has a sleepover, Grampa's with the other ones,

and we are near the marina.

I'm not looking for your lost sunglasses.

It's been six years. They're gone.

You are always saying how I never make plans for us.

Well, how about a sunset cruise?

I only ever read about those

in Sunset Cruise magazine.

There's even live music.

This is the band that was gonna play Lenny's wedding reception

if he didn't get pepper-sprayed at the altar.

I forgot how handsome you are

when you make the slightest effort.

Oh.

Don't worry. If you get thrown, your vest will automatically inflate

so it breaks your fall.

Now use the reins.

Sunflower wants you to lead her.

What's the matter, Addison? You didn't like my post.

Is your thumb broken?

Thumb broken?

Tessa Rose, you are brills. Completely brills.

Literally, that was the funniest thing ever.

I can't stop laughing.

Uh, Addison, why is she staring at us?

Addison?

Is-is that what you like to be called?

This is my crew.

You probably know them all from social.

This is Bella-Ella. She's from old money.

Myspace.

Sloan. British.

And, of course, beauty icon Tessa Rose.

Don't you just hate her?

Aw...

Oh, right, uh, guys, this is Lisa.

She's... her.

Nice to meet you guys.

Um, you need to calm down.

I am calm.

Stop yelling.

I'm not yelling.

Look, matchy-matchy...

...I don't need drama from someone whose shirt

is a spoiler for her pants.

You're hilarious. I will never stop laughing.

Your friends seem, um, different than you.

That one keeps saying things are funny,

but she's not laughing.

Oh, she can't. Her mom got too much Botox

when she was pregnant.

Ugh, so lucky.

I know they seem cliquey and stuck-up and...

- Awful? - Yeah.

But once they accept you, you'll see that, deep down,

they're... nice.

Oh, good, good. So they're not mean.

Oh, I almost judged them.

That was close.

These will totally hide my kombucha hangovers.

I got them in the city.

The city is New York. New York City?

I'll make a note, in a book. A notebook.

A phone case.

It's for the new MyPhone.

There's no buttons, and the camera only faces you.

It's literally unusable.

What about my gift?

Look, it's got a little straw hat

that fits right over his ears.

She got her a toy.

Does it come with a nappy?

Oh, my God, I'm laughing so hard,

I can't even breathe.

Does it dispense bronzer? Bronzer remover?

What does it dispense? How is it makeup?

But you like it,

don't you, Addy?

Oh, it's... adorable.

For a "widdle" baby.

_

You're breaking up, honey.

How's the party?

It's not fun. I don't want to stay.

I want to go home.

It's... fun.

I don't want to... go home.

Thanks for the uneventful update.

How's Lisa?

Having fun and not wanting to go home.

Sounds like fun.

_

You're right. Daddy understands completely.

That's what daddies do.

I'm trapped. All night.

With them.

What do you mean the Taylor Swift lookalike canceled?

Now who are the girls gonna throw cupcakes at?

Finally. You're the only adult here.

I want to go home. Can you help me?

Oh, no, this sleepover has got to get

100% engagement.

I can't go back to working at Bubba Gump Shrimp.

It's not shrimp.

Hey, lady bosses,

who wants to visit the perfume lab

and start your own fempire?