From: c8923075@mystra.newcastle.edu.au (Chris Baird)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.simpsons
Subject: [7G04] Lisa decreeing Mr Kehoe shot!
Date: 30 Aug 1992 23:57:36 -0400
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Since it's only been a month since I last posted the episode summary
for 7g11, and that I'm supposed to be doing real work at the moment,
here's only one of this week's episodes broadcasted in America..  But
if you're really desperate for the summary of ``Jacques to be Wild'',
reply with the subject "Gimme 7g11" (case significant and don't
include the quotes, doofus) and a daemon will do the rest.


-- Chris Baird,, <c8923075@mystra.newcastle.edu.au>  ``Working's for chumps.''

> Episode details,,
================================================================== 31-Aug-1992
[7G04]  ``There's no Disgrace like Home''    Written by Al Jean and Mike Reiss
Produced by Richard Sakai         Directed by Gregg Vanzo and Kent Butterworth
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Also Starring Hank Azaria, Maggie Roswell and Pamela Hayden.

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> Title sequence,,
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  Blackboard:  ``I will not burp in class''
               ``I will not burp'' - at cutoff
 Lisa's Solo:  1st season
    Driveway:  1st season
       Couch:  Marge shoves Homer onto the floor

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> Broadcast dates,,
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  North America:  28-Jan-90  11-Mar-90  10-Jun-90  30-Aug-92
  Australia:      10-Feb-91   8-Oct-91

(Available on PAL VHS videotape in Australia, New Zealand and the United
Kingdom.)

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> Cultural and movie references,,
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    + Freaks  (1930's horror flick)
      - ``One of US, One of US''

Lisa has aspirations of attending Vasser women's college.  (My commiserations
Brendan:)

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> Did You Notice,,
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  -- The mouse hole in the dining room.
  -- The cakes (and a gelatin dessert) shaped as cooling towers at the company
     picnic.
  -- Smithers wore a lab coat, a red bow tie and a ID card.
  -- When Marge was clapping at the picnic, she had one eye partly closed and
     a grin in her face,, looked pretty funny to me  {cjb}
  -- As Homer turns off the TV for the `family meeting', Scratchy is swinging
     a meat-cleaver above his head (but we don't actually see Itchy get
     attacked).
  -- The `blessed' family at the therapy centre.
  -- Maggie smiling behind her pacifier as she happily electrocutes the rest
     of her family.
  -- Maggie's ears wiggling when Homer announces buying the new TV.

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> References to other episodes,,
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    [7F05]  The Gambels, and the employee cards
    [8F12]  Lisa's college fund
    [MG47]  A deep cleansing breath

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> Other comments,,
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The funniest scene of <all> time has got to be when Marge got blasted at the
picnic.  One of the episodes I would recommend if you where trying to convince
relatives who have been turned away by all the crappy merchandising.

This episode also differs from the others as the Simpsons come out in front
financially at the end of the show.

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> Scene summary,,
==============================================================================

Bart and Lisa are fighting in the Dining room, shoving each other in the
shoulder.

 Bart:   Yeah,         Oh yeah!         yeah!         oh Yeah!
 Lisa:          yeah!            yeah,         yeah,            Yeah!
 Homer:  [running into the room, picking both kids up by their collars]
         Hey!  What's the problem here?
 Lisa:   We were fighting over which one of us loves you more.
 Homer:  [touched]  You where?  [sniff]  Aww -- well, go ahead.
         [releases the kids]
 Bart:   You love him more.
 Lisa:   No, you do!
 Bart:   No I don't!
 Lisa:   Yes you DO!
 Bart:   NO I DON'T!

 Homer:  [growling]  Look!  You better get this out of your system right now!
         I don't you embarrassing me at my boss's picnic.

Homer enters the kitchen and notices a hugenormous mixture of green jelly
and marshmallows.

 Homer: Huhmmm, marshmallows,, [helps himself to one]  Blorrrch!
 Marge: [standing in the doorway to the den, arms folded]  Ho-mer!
 Homer: I'm trying to get at least some of the unfortunate flatulence (?)
        out of my system while I can, Marge.  I don't want to embarrass
        myself at the company picnic.

Marge sighs.

 Homer: [looking to the kitchen counter]  Are you sure that's enough?
        You know how the boss loves your delicious gelatin dessert!
 Marge: Oh Homer, Mr Burns just said he liked it,, [indicates with her
        finger]  Once.
 Homer: Marge, that's the only time he's ever spoke to me without using the
        word..  [dejectivley]  Bonehead.

Everyone is in the car with a plate of delicious gelatin dessert on their
laps (Marge is the only one wearing a seat-belt).  Maggie peeks through her
plate, giving the impression shes been devoured by a pink blob!  They arrive
at Stately Burns Manor.

The Simpsons walk up the hill to the Manor, carrying the plates of gelatin
dessert above their heads (except Marge, for obvious reasons).  Homer gets
some facts straight with the kids.

 Homer: Okay, now look.  My Boss is going to be at this picnic, so I want
        you to show your father some love and/or respect.
 Lisa:  Tough choice.
 Bart:  I'm picking respect.

Mr Burns is welcoming his guests as they arrive.  He greets the Gambel
family.  Gambel Jnr complains about having to miss out on Little League, and
the father politely tells his son to be quiet.

 Burns: Oh please please, don't fight.  Just go out back and have a good
        time. [to Smithers] Fire that man Smithers, I don't want him, or his
        unpleasant family to ruin my picnic.
 Smithers:  He'll be gone by the Tug-o-war sir.
 Burns: Excellent.

The Simpsons arrive.

 Homer: Ah, afternoon Mr Burns!
 Burns: Hello there.. ah.. ah..
 Homer: [whispering to Smithers]  Simpson, Homer.
 Smithers: [handing a record card to Burns]  Here you go sir.
 Burns: Ah!  Oh yes,, [reads the card] Oh, and this must be your lovely
        wife [pauses] Marge. [she smiles] Ho ho, look at little... ah
        [consults the card again] Lisa!  Why, she's growing like a weed.
        And this must be.. ah, Brat!
 Brat:  [unimpressed] Bart.
 Homer: Don't correct the man, Brat!

Homer presents their delicious gelatin dessert.

 Burns: [slapping forehead]  Oh for the love of Peta!  That's all that
        anyone brought.  Some damned fool went around telling everyone that
        I loved that slimy goop! [OFF are taken aback]  Well, toss it in the
        pile over there [pointing to several rooms full of GD], and... make
        yourselves at home.
 Bart:  Hear that Dad?  You can lie around in your underwear and scratch
        yourself.
 Homer: [angrily, he goes to strangle Bart]  Now you listen to me!
 Burns: Trouble, Simpson?
 Homer: [one hand around Bart's neck]  No, heh heh heh.  Just congratulating
        the son on a fine joke about his old man!
        [nervously pats Bart's head]

Out the back of the estate.  Homer stresses the importance of proper
behavior with Bart and Lisa.

 Homer: Now, remember!  As far as anyone knows, we're a nice, normal family.
 Lisa:  Hey Bart!  Last one in the fountain's a rotten egg!
 Homer: D'oh! [chasing after the two]  Be Normal!  Be Normal!

Marge watches Homer run off after the kids.  Another employee's wife
recommends dumping their adorable little girls in the nursery and getting a
glass of punch, but Marge admits to not being much of drinker.  The mother
then asks if that's Bart torturing a swan, but Marge accepts her previous
offer to change the subject.  Homer is still chasing after Bart, and Lisa
hides herself in the fountain.  The two mothers enter Mr.  Burns' office
where a group of small children have been left to play by themselves.

 Marge:   Do you think we should leave the kids unsupervised?
 Mother1: You're right. [turns on the TV]

Outside, Homer is still trying to find Bart and Lisa.  Lisa has disguised
herself as a fountain cherub.

 Homer:  Bart!  Lisa! [swans stampede Homer]  Willya,,  D'oh,,
         Where are are you kids! [Bart beans Homer with a rock]  Ow!
 Bart:   Oops. [Homer grabs Bart]  Whoa, careful Dad.  Blow a gasket, and
         you lose you job.
 Announcement over Loudspeaker:
         NOW HEAR THIS, THE FATHER-SON SACK RACE WILL BEGIN IN FIVE MINUTES
         ON THE NORTH LAWN.  PARTICIPATION IS MANDATORY, REPEAT MANDATORY.
         THAT IS ALL.
 Homer:  You remember the rules from last year?
 Bart:   Yeah, shut my mouth and let your Boss win.

Homer drags Bart along to the event.  One of the swans has revenge on Bart's
behind.  The employees wives have gathered around a bowl of punch.

 Red-haired Mother: I don't know who to love more,,  My son Joshua who's
          captain of the school team, or my daughter Amber who got the lead
          in the school play.  Usually, I use their grades as a tie-breaker,
          but they both got straight A's this term, so what's a mother to do?
 Marge:   [helping herself to ample amounts of the punch]  Uh-hmm.  Well I
          sense greatness in my family.
 Mother1: [incredulously] <Your> family?
 Marge:   Well, it's a greatness that others can't see,, but it's there,
          and if it's not true greatness we have, we're at least average.

 Marge: I don't want to alarm anyone, [woozily]  but I think there's a
        little al-key-hol in this punch. [drinks another cup]

The Father-Son sack race.  Smithers gives Mr Burns an advantage before
starting the race.  Everyone cautiously keeps a few leaps behind Monty.

 Bart:  Man, this is pathetic!  I'm going for it!

Homer panics when he sees Bart take the lead, and does a flying tackle to
stop Bart a few metres before the finishing line.  Burns feebly hops to
victory (``Close one this year.'')

Marge is now absolutely blotto and leads the other mothers into a song.
(A note for the Freeze-framers:  There's an excellent frame of Marge just as
she throws the scoop back into the bowl.)

 Marge:  Here we sit, enjoying the shade.
 Wives:  Hey Marge, and pour the wine!
 Marge:  Drink the drink that I have made.
 Wives:  Hey Marge and pour the wine!
 Marge:  He's here with me, my one and only.
         [Homer runs past chasing the kids.  He sees Marge, ``Huh?'']
         Drink my friends and don't be lonely.
         [Homer slaps forehead, ``D'oh!'']
 Wives:  Hey Marge, and pour the wine!

Homer goes to retrieve his wife.

 Homer: Snap out of it Marge!  You've gotta come with me, the Boss is going
        to make a toast.
 Marge: Whoa-oh, I'm not much of a drinker. [collapses]
 Homer: You picked a perfect time to start, you... [Marge gazes at him]

Late afternoon, and everyone is gathered around the rotunda.  A band plays
``For he's a jolly good fellow''.

 Burns: Musicians, cease that infernal tootling!
        [Smithers hands him a palm card]
        Thank you all.
        [and another]
        Ah,,  For coming.

The crowd applauds.  Marge, who is somewhat inebriated, continues clapping.
Homer tells her to knock it off.  She then starts to apologize to everyone
individually.  Homer barks at her to be quiet.

 Burns: [politely, smiling]  But now it's time to say goodbye.  Please get
        off my property, until next year. [dispensing with the niceties]
        I suggest you don't dawdle, the hounds will be released in ten
        minutes!

The families exit through the front entrance.  A son thanks his father for
the wonderful time that he's had, which is noticed by Mr Burns.  He likes to
see this kind of family unity so he promotes the father on the spot.  Homer
desperately does a deal with Bart.

 Homer: Quick Bart, give me a kiss.
 Bart:  Kiss you?  But Dad, I'm your kid!
 Homer: [urgently] Bart, <please!>  Five bucks for a kiss.

Bart takes the money and uncomfortably kisses Homer, who looks to Mr Burns.

 Burns:    Look, I've never seen such an obvious attempt to curry my favor!
 Smithers: Fabulous observation sir, just fabulous.

Everyone returns to their cars (except for Marge, who is still flying the
friendly skies).  Homer confronts the father who was just promoted.

 Homer:  Boy, I'm glad that's over.  Now we can go home and act normal again.
 Father: What do you mean?
 Homer:  Oh come on!  ``[kiss-kiss-kiss]''  That corn-ball routine?
         ``I love you Daddy.''  Gimme a break!
 Father: I pity you.
 Homer:  Why?

Homer watches the other man's son politely open the door for his sister,,
Bart and Lisa fight to be the first on the back seat.  The man's wife offers
to drive her tired husband home,, Marge thinks she's going to be sick.

Homer watches the other family (with haloes and angelic wings) drive off,
singing ``There was a farmer who had a dog, and Bingo was his name-o...''

He looks back at the demons that possess his family, with their sharp teeth
and nails, elfin ears and firey hair.  The surrounding country-side takes on
a hellish glow.

 Marge:  Homey!  Get in the Car!
 Lisa:   This is where you belong!
 Bart:   Yeah Homer, room for one more!
 M+L+B:  [chanting]  One of us!  One of us!  One of us!  One of us!

They cackle sinisterly as Homer steps into the car and drives off through a
landscape of lava and burning sulphur.  The blessed family ride home on a
``Roadway to Heaven''.  Homer sighs and the `camera' pulls back to show the
interior of the car with everyone back to normal, Marge looking very sour.

[End of Act 1.  Time: 7:06]

Dinner time at the Simpsons.  Marge and the kids are shoveling food into
their mouths while staring at the TV.

 TV:  Unable to fend for themselves, the baby bald eaglets are dependent on
      their mother regurgitating the food.

This doesn't affect Bart or Lisa's appetites at all.  Homer enters and turns
the off TV.

 Bart+Lisa: Hey!
 Homer: Look everybody.  Yesterday was a real eye-opener.  We've got to do
        better as a family.  So tonight, we're not going to shovel food
        into our mouths while we stare at the TV.  We're going to eat at
        the Dining-room table like a normal family.

In the Dining room everyone is seated around the dinner table.

 Lisa:  Happy Dad?
 Homer: Yes.
 Lisa:  Good, commence shoveling.

 Homer: No! [everyone stops mid-shovel]  We're going to say Grace first.
 Bart:  Ok. [hands clasped]  Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub.

 Homer: Grrrrr!  No!  Ignore the boy, Lord.  Now can the chatter and bow
        your heads. [clears his throat]
        Dear Lord,  thank you for this microwave bounty, even though we
        don't deserve it.  I mean... our kids are uncontrollable hellions!
        Pardon my French,, but they act like savages! [Bart and Lisa look
        to each other bewildered]  Did you see them at the picnic?  Oh, of
        course you did... you're everywhere, you're omnivorous.
        Oh Lord!  Why did you spite me with this family?
 Marge, Bart & Lisa:  Amen!
 Bart:  Lets eat!

Homer isn't finished yet,,

 Marge: But Homer, how long are we supposed to sit here listening to
        you bad-mouth us to the man upstairs?
 Homer: I'm sorry Marge, but sometimes I think we're the worst family
        in town.
 Marge: Maybe we should move to a larger community.

 Homer: D'oh!
 Bart:  Don't have a cow, Dad.
 Lisa:  The sad truth is all families are like us.

 Homer: [standing up]  You think so huh?  Well there's only one way to find
        out.  Follow me.

OFF crawl up to a neighbor's window.  Inside, what looks like a TV family
from the bad out days of Black & White are having a banquet.

 Homer:  Look at that kids!  No fighting, no yelling.
 Bart:   No belching.
 Lisa:   Their dad has a shirt on!
 Marge:  Look, Napkins!
 Bart:   These people are obviously freaks.
 Homer:  You think so?  Well lets see what's behind door number 2.

 Lisa:   What are they doing?
 Marge:  They're having a conversation.  They actually enjoy talking to each
         other.
 Homer:  I wish I could hear what they're saying.

Inside the house,,

 Son:   Papa!  I believe I heard some rustling in the bushes.
 Papa:  I did too.  Better get the gun.
 Lisa:  Where's he going?
 Homer: Probably to get the old man his pipes and slippers.

Surprise!  Papa is at the front door with a shotgun.

The Simpsons run for their lives, hiding behind a brick wall.  They approach
window number 3,,

 Bart:   Whoa!  Look at this place, what a dump!
 Homer:  It's worst than you think, heh heh heh.  I just trampled this poor
         sap's flower bed.
 Marge:  Ho-mer, this is <our> house!

 Marge:  Are you coming in Homey?
 Homer:  [wearily]  No, no.  I want to be alone with my thought.

At Moe's tavern,,  The patrons are watching All*Star Boxing.

 Homer: Another beer Moe.
 Moe:   Whatsdamatta Homer?  Bloodiest fight of the year.  You're sitting
        there like a thirsty bump on a log.

The two cops walk in.

 Moe:   Eddie!  Would you like some pretzels?
 Eddie: No thanks, we're on duty.  A couple of beers would be nice though.
 Moe:   That'll be two bucks, boys,, just kidding. [Moe reaches underneath
        the counter and hands them each a beer]
 Cop:   Ah, listen,,  We're looking for a family of peeping toms who have
        been terrorizing the neighborhood. [the police dog detects Homer
        and goes nuts] [to the dog]  Quiet boy!  Let the nice people enjoy
        their beers.  Ah, don't worry, this dog has the scent.
 Eddie: Hey?  What's gotten into Bobo?
 Homer: Err, I've got some wieners in my pocket.

The dog has to be forcefully removed from the Tavern.

 Homer:  You know Moe, my mom once said something that really stuck with me.
         She said ``Homer, you're a big disappointment'', and god bless her
         soul, she was really on to something.
 Barney: Don't blame yourself Homer.  You've got yourself a bad hand.
         You've got crummy little kids that nobody can control.
 Homer:  [agro]  You can't talk way about my kids!  Or at least two of them.
 Barney: Why?  You got two that I haven't met?
 Homer:  Why you!  Here's five you haven't met!
         [punches Barney from his stool]

Homer and Barney [accompanied by the televised boxing match] fight it out.
Barney knocks Homer to the floor with a single blow.

 TV:  All-star Boxing was brought to you by ``Doctor Marvin Monroe's Family
      Therapy Center''. [Dr M waves at the camera]

Homer watches the following commercial from floor-level.

 Wife:  Honey, aren't you going to work today?
 Husband: No-o-o,, I don't think so.
 Wife:  Honey, you have a problem, and it won't get better until you admit it.
 Hus:   I admit this -- you better shut your big yap!
 Wife:  Oh you shut up.
 Hus:   No, you shut up!
 Wife:  No <you> shut up!
 Hus:   Oh shut up!
 Wife:  Shut up!
 Hus:   Shut up!  [little kid enters the bedroom]
 Kid:   Why don't you BOTH SHUT UP!

 Dr M:  Hi friends, I'm Dr Marvin Monroe.  Does this scene look familiar?
        If so, I can help.  No gimmicks, no pills, no fad diets.  Just family
        bliss, or double your money back! So call today! [dial 1-800-555-HUGS]

 Homer:  When will I learn?  The answer to life's problems aren't at the
         bottom of a bottle, they're on TV!

[End of Act 2.  Time: 11:45]

Marge is with the kids watching an Itchy & Scratchy cartoon.  Homer enters.

 Homer: Allright, time for a family meeting.
 Lisa:  [snidely]  Why can't we have a meeting when you're watching TV?

 Homer: Now look,,  You know and I know this family needs help, professional
        help.  So I've made an appointment with Dr. Marvin Monroe.
 Bart:  The fat guy on TV?
 Lisa:  You're sending us to a doctor who advertises on Pro-Wrestling?
 Homer: Boxing, Lisa, Boxing -- there's a world of difference.

Marge is worried if this is the right thing to do.

 Homer: Honey, I've given matter a lot of study, and of all the commercials
        I saw, his was the best.

All it costs is $250.  Marge tells him they don't have that kind of money.
Homer commands her to bring out the kids' college fund.

 Homer: Oh come on Marge,,  Why skimp now on the off-chance that they'll
        actually get in someplace.

Marge counts the contents of a smashed piggy-bank on the kitchen table.

 Marge: 28.. 29.. 50.  Twenty-eight dollars and fifty cents.
 Homer: That's it!  That the college fund that we've been saving for all
        these years?!?
 Lisa:  I guess I'd have needed a partial scholarship.

Homer's not licked yet.

 Homer: To save this family we're gonna have to make the <supreme> sacrifice.
        [Homer carries the family television into a Pawn shop.]
 Lisa:  No Dad!  Please don't pawn the TV!

Marge tries to suggest an alternative.

 Marge: Homer, couldn't we pawn my engagement ring instead?
 Homer: I appreciate that honey, but we need a hundred an fifty dollars
        here!

They enter the pawn shop.  The clerk welcomes the family (by name).

 Homer: [presenting the TV] Would you pay $150 for this _lovely_ Motorola?
 Clerk: Is it cable-ready?
 Homer: As ready as she'll ever be.

They have a deal.  At Dr. Monroe's Family Therapy Centre, the family
registers for an appointment with the receptionist.  (``My love is Blue''
plays in the background.)

 Marge: [despairingly]  Homer, you raided the college fund, the TV... Homer,
        you're driving a stake through the hearts of those who love you.
 Homer: Hey, no pain, no gain!

 Receptionist:  Will you be paying by cash or cheque?
 Homer: Cash of course!  I've got two hundred and fifty dollars right here
        with me,, I'm holding it right now.  Here it is, look,, check it
        out, [Homer realizes he could be making a big mistake]  Two hundred
        and fifty big ones.
 Bart:  You really want to impress her, show her the big empty space where
        our TV used to be.

A family who resemble the Simpsons finish a therapy session, and go to
express their new found ability to express love for each other with a round
of frosty chocolate milkshakes.  Homer makes his decision, and hands the
money over to the receptionist.

 Lisa: [forlornly]  There go my young girl dreams of Vasser.

Dr Marvin Monroe welcomes the Simpsons into his office.

 Monroe: Hello, I'm doctor Marvin Monroe, no doubt you recognize me from TV.
 Lisa:   We would if we had one.

Homer shouts at Lisa, but MM tells Homer he mustn't stifle the youngster,,
that his family must be free to express itself.  Dr M hands them pads and
jumbo markers to draw their fears, their anxieties, the roots of their
unhappiness.  They take a deep cleansing breath, and begin.

Bart shows a drawing of Homer.  Lisa, the same.  Marge likewise.
(Monroe: ``No surprises there'').  Homer continues drawing, not paying
attention.  He has drawn a plane dropping a load of bombs.

 Monroe: Homer, what have you got for us?  Homer.. Homer!
 Homer:  Sorry, I wasn't paying attention.
 Monroe: Well if you had been paying attention, perhaps you've noticed that
         your family sees you as a rather stern authority figure -- an ogre,
         if you will.
 Marge:  Now doctor, that's not true.
 Lisa:   Ogre is such a strong word.
 Bart:   Right on Doc!  Another successful diagnosis!

Homer snaps, and moves to smash a lamp on Bart's head.  Monroe quickly takes
possession of the lamp.

 Monroe: Whoa!  Okay, so you want to kill each other,, that's good, that's
         healthy.  There's nothing necessarily wrong with hostile conflict.
         All I ask is that you use my patented aggression therapy mallets.
         [unlocks a gun-rack with the therapy mallets inside]

The mallets consist of a steel rod padded with foam rubber.  After another
deep cleansing breath, the Simpsons take it out on each other.

 Homer:  Wait a minute, these mallet things are padded with foam rubber.
         What's the point?
 Bart:   They work much better without the padding Doc.
 Monroe: [hastily]  No no no, that's not true!

Bart proves his theorem by demonstrating on Monroe's knee-cap.  He angrily
takes the steel rod from Bart.

 Monroe: That concludes this portion of our treatment.
 Marge:  Are we cured yet?
 Monroe: No!  Don't be ridiculous.  You will be cured, but it's going to
         require somewhat more unorthodox methods.

 Monroe: Don't worry!  I'll have plenty of time to explain while I warm up
         the..  Electric Generator.

In another room, the family sit in modified electric chairs, each with a
console of four buttons in front of them.

 Monroe: Everyone comfy?  Hmmph, good.  Now don't touch any of those buttons
         in front of you for a very important reason.  Ie: You are wired in
         to the rest of your family.  You have the ability to shock them,
         and they have the ability to shock... [Homer gets buzzed]
 Bart:   Just testing.

Homer is about to press a button, but Monroe holds Homer's arm back.

 Monroe: No Homer, not yet!  [Homer: ``Awwww'', disappointed]  You see, this
        is what's known as aversion therapy.  When someone hurts you
        emotionally, you will hurt them physically,, and gradually you will
        learn not to hurt each other, at all!  And won't that be wonderful
        Homer?
 Homer: Oh yes doctor!  [zaps Bart]
 Bart:  Ow!  [presses button]
 Lisa:  Aggghh!
 Marge: [scornfully]  Bart!  How could you shock your little sister?
 Bart:  My finger slipped.  [zapped]  Arrrggh!
 Lisa:  So did mine!  Ow! [zapped by Bart, she retaliates]
 Bart:  Arggh!  [zaps Lisa again]
 Marge: Bart!  Lisa!  Stop that!  [zaps both at the same time]

Bart zaps Homer.  Homer zaps Bart.  Someone zaps Marge.  Lisa zaps Homer and
Bart.  Bart strikes back.  Maggie meanwhile is happily pressing buttons at
random (Marge, Homer, Lisa) until someone zaps her.  Everyone zaps everyone
else.  Dr Monroe has a run-away situation. (``This is not the way to get
healthy!!'')

Marge zaps Homer.  Lisa is zapped.  Maggie zaps Marge.  Homer zaps Bart
twice.  Maggie zaps Marge.  Marge zaps Maggie and Lisa.

The receptionist and the other families waiting in the foyer notice the
drain to the electrical power in the building.  The other families flee.
All the lights across Springfield flicker,,

 Smithers: Boy, someone's really gobbling up the juice, sir.
 Burns:    Excellent!  Excellent,  [walking over to a power meter]
           Perhaps this energy conservation fad is as dead as the Dodo.

Monroe tries desperately to get the Simpsons to stop.  Homer receives a
massive jolt.  Bart goes to shock Lisa, but is beaten to the draw.  Lisa is
zapped, and zaps Marge in return.  Marge zaps Homer and Bart zaps Lisa at
the same time.  Maggie bangs away at the buttons.

The Receptionist runs in to the laboratory.

 Receptionist: Doctor Monroe!  Your other patients have fled the building!
 Monroe: [near-continuous buzzing heard]  Stop!  Your damaging the equipment!
         [pulls the power supply to the Generator]

The electrical generator winds down.  Smoke wafts from the family's heads.

 Bart:   Hey, nice hair Mom.
 Marge:  Gee, I thought we where making real progress.
 Monroe: No!  I'm Sorry!  You're not!  Please, you've just got to go.
 Homer:  Wait a minute Doc!  Your TV commercial said, ``Family bliss, or
         double our money back.''
 Monroe: But that was just a...  Allright  [to receptionist, hand covering
         his face]  Get the money.

Outside, Monroe counts $500 into Homer's hand, and angrily tells them to
leave and not tell anyone that they where there.

 Homer:  Wow, five hundred smackers!
 Marge:  Homer, how wonderful!  Our first pleasant surprise.
 Lisa:   It's no the money, as much as the feeling that we earned it.
 Bart:   You did it Dad!
 Marge:  Excuse me dear, shouldn't we be heading down to the pawn shop to
         get our TV back?
 Homer:  That piece of junk?  Forget it!  We're gonna get a new TV.
         Twenty-one inch screen, realistic flesh tones, and a little cart so
         we can wheel it into the Dining room on holidays.
 B+L:    Yay!
 Marge:  Oh Homer, we love you!  [kisses him]

The Simpsons walk up the street together as a family.  The ``Bingo was his
name-o'' tune plays over the closing credits.

[Duration ~18:45]

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> Distribution notice,,
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Well, I guess you're looking for some kind of distribution notice.  It's been
ages since Raymond has posted a capsule, so maybe everyone has forgotten what
one looks like anyway,, I still haven't thought of a way of saying "Copyright
1992, Chris J Baird." without sounding portentous, but while only `fair use'
is made of this I really don't it being distributed to other Simpson fanatics.

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