Transcript:Simpsorama


 * [Opening Credits. Caption: A SHOW OUT OF IDEAS TEAMS UP WITH A SHOW OUT OF EPISODES.]
 * [Scene: The Simpsons sit on the couch, but it transforms into Hedonismbot.]

Hedonismbot: Ooh! Wiggle in. Get comfortable. : Aaah! : Hey, a couch is a couch.
 * [Homer makes himself comfortable as Hedonismbot changes the lightbulb from opaque to red. He takes off Homer's shirt and massages him.]

Homer: Oh! Oh! Hedonismbot: Yes.
 * [Hedonismbot feeds Homer grapes and begins to rumble away.]

Homer: [offscreen] Woohoo!


 * [Cut to: The Simpsons' basement. Bart is hanging upside down from a rope with a piece of paper with the words "Tasty Boy" written on it taped to him.]


 * [Bart opens his eyes as a shadowy figure twirls him around.]

Shadowy Figure: Ooh! [laughs]
 * [The shadowy figure turns its attention to some crates of Duff beer. It begins to open a can.]

Homer: Don't drink my loved ones!
 * [Homer whacks the shadowy figure with a broom and the shadowy figure is revealed to be...]

Bender: Bite my shiny metal ass! Homer: A robot with a catchphrase! Bart: Hey, Homer, you gonna kiss him or kill him?
 * [Homer whacks Bart with the broom and Bart begins to twirl around rapidly.]

Bender: All right! Tetherboy!
 * [Homer and Bender each take turns smacking Bart around until the rope catches on fire and drops Bart to the ground.]

Bender: [laughs]

Bender: Kill Homer Simpson! : [gasps] Homer: My ears are burning!


 * [Cut to: The Simpsons' living room. Farnsworth, Lisa, and Frink walk through the door.]

Farnsworth: Good news, everyone! Fry: [whispering to Bart] That means it's bad! Farnsworth: The human DNA in the creatures was only half Homer's. The other half came from... [dramatic sting] someone else! : Oh, so we can kill that person instead! Maybe they're evil and deserve it. Or have one of those annoying VOY-sess that gets on everybody's nerves, with the adding extra noises for no reason. Mayvin! Ployngee. Farnsworth: And the other person is...
 * [Farnsworth pours some liquid into a device. The image on screen is Marge.]

Homer: Who's that? Marge: It's me! Homer: [gasps]


 * [Cut to: Planet Express headquarters. The crew and the Simpsons are seen in the meeting room. Nibbler pops out and gets chased by a bunch of Bart-lizard-type hybrids.]

Homer: [bored] Why you little... [tears one apart] Why you little... [tears another one apart] Why you little... [tears another one apart] Why you little... [tears another one apart] Why you little... [holds up Bart] Bart: Dad! It's me! Homer: Prove it! When's your birthday? Bart: February 23rd! Homer: Ha! February has no 23rd! [strangles him] Marge: Yes it does!