♪ The Simpsons ♪
Aah!
You know, Bart, when I was your age,
I pulled a few boners.
But I think you'll find that people are pretty decent
- if you give them half... - Look! There it is...
- The head! - Kill him!
This way!
They got us cornered, boy.
We'll never get away. Give me the head.
No, Dad. This whole thing was my fault.
- You run along. - Son, we're in this mess together.
No matter how tempting it might be,
I can't let my only boy
get ripped limb from limb by a bloodthirsty mob.
- Aw, Dad. - We'll die together,
like a father and son should.
Look. Now we've got 'em.
- Hey, that's Homer Simpson. - And his kid, Bart.
- Let's kill them! - String 'em up!
- Off the kid, man. Off him! - Kill Bart!
- Kill Homer! - Let's kill this guy!
Murderous mob,
I beg you to spare our lives.
At least until you've heard the story of how we ended up
with the head of our beloved town founder.
How long will this story take?
About 23 minutes and 5 seconds.
- It's too long! - 23:05?
Well, all right. Go ahead.
Okay. It all started Sunday morning.
Kids! We're late for church.
Get your butts down here right now!
Ready for inspection, Mom.
Very nice, Maggie.
And, Lisa, you look lovely.
Bart, assume the position.
Bart.
Now where's your father?
- Phillips has broken free. - Get 'em. Get 'em!
- The 50, the 40, the 30, the 20, the 10... - No!
- Homer! - D'
A 64-yard run! We've got an upset in the making!
No, we don't. Try being objective for once in...?
- Let's go, Homer. - But you don't understand, Marge.
I have 50 bucks riding on this game.
Homer, you promised me.
This isn't gambling, Marge.
- It's a lead-pipe cinch. - Here's the kickoff.
Wolodarsky takes it at the five.
And my. He fumbles!
- No! - Another touchdown!
Come on.
Why should I feel like a traffic cop
every Sunday morning?
I'm just trying to get a little goodness
into the family.
Where is the game? Where is it?
Got Wolodarsky open in the end zone.
- Catch it. Catch it. - It's complete. Touchdown!
All right!
Doctor, we got a barn burner here.
This could be the most remarkable comeback
since Lazarus rose from the dead.
Laza who?
Come on, everybody. We're late.
Bart, I want you to promise me
you'll pay attention in Sunday school.
Bart. Bart?
- Bart! - Whoa! Are you talking to me?
What's this? A personal stereo.
Were you going to listen to rock music in Sunday school?
Maybe.
Can you believe this, Homer? Homer?
- Homer! - No, no, no!
We stink. We stink.
The 40, the 30, the 20, the 10, touchdown!
Homer, were you planning on sitting in the car
- till the game was over? - Maybe.
It's because of your irreverent attitude
that Bart thinks he can sneak headphones into Sunday school.
- Now move it! - Now here's the kickoff.
Wolodarsky takes it at the five.
And, my. He fumbles!
Will my dog Pepper be there?
I'm sorry, but the answer is no.
- Why not? - Because heaven is for people.
What about my cat Snowball?
I'm sorry, but the answer is no.
- Will there be cavemen in heaven? - Certainly not.
Um, ma'am, what if you're a really good person,
but you're in a really, really bad fight,
and your leg gets gangrene, and it has to be amputated,
will it be waiting for you in heaven?
For the last time, Bart, yes!
♪♪
And now, I'd like to begin today's sermon,
which I have entitled,
"Gambling, the Eighth Deadly Sin."
Today is Sunday, the Lord's day,
and yet, at this very moment,
millions of Americans are not in the Lord's house.
They're in their own house worshipping a false idol...
Professional football. Lord...
It's a beautiful Sunday.
Perfect football weather for this incredible game.
And by the way, this game is being brought to you
by the good people at Duff beer.
You can't get enough of that wonderful Duff.
Now they're lining up for this crucial kick.
One final tick of the clock remains.
If they win, it will cap an amazing comeback.
But it's a 49-yard field goal into the wind.
Make it! Make it! Make it! Make it!
- The kick is up. - Please, please, please, please!
Holy Toledo, it's good!
It's good! It's good! It's good!
It's... good to see you all in church.
- Please, be seated, Homer. - Yeah, sit down, Homer.
The ventriloquist goes to heaven,
but the dummy doesn't.
- Me! - Bart?
What about a robot with a human brain?
I don't know! All these questions!
Is a little blind faith too much to ask?
Yay!
Don't forget next week. Remember to read...
That was very nice, Father.
I was pleased you enjoyed it.
I seemed to have struck a chord with you today, Homer.
What? Yeah, you were great.
Homer.
Homer, you embarrassed us
in front of the whole congregation.
And today's sermon was one you should have really listened to.
- What was it about? - Gambling.
He didn't say that under certain circumstances
it was all right, did he?
No! Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore
in front of the kids.
Lisa, Bart,
what did you two learn in Sunday school today?
The answers to deep theological questions.
Yeah. Among other things, apes can't get into heaven.
What? Those cute little monkeys?
That's terrible.
- Who told you that? - Our teacher.
I can understand how they wouldn't let in
those wild jungle apes,
but what about those really smart ones who live among us,
who roller-skate and smoke cigars?
Cool, man. "Space Mutants 4."
Drop me off! Drop me off!
- No way, Jose. - Marge, they're only space mutants.
I know what those movies are like.
Killing innocent people, eating human flesh.
You'll just get a lot of bad ideas.
Hey, Dad. Can I have five bucks?
I hope you're not planning to see a certain movie
starring certain space mutants
that a certain mother didn't want you to see.
Perish the thought.
Here you go, son.
Share the wealth. That's what I always say.
Ooh!
♪ Da da da da da... ♪♪
Whoa! Whoa!
Ooh, cowabunga!
- Hey, hot dog! - What?
Nice dismount, man.
Didn't hurt.
Yeah? Well, do it again.
Nah. Might land on my face and end up looking like you.
You little punk!
Hey, man, leave the kid alone. I like him.
- You do? - Yeah, you're witty.
- So what's your name, man? - I'm Bart Simpson.
This here's Kearny, and I'm Jimbo.
You don't need an introduction. You're the worst kid in school.
- Thanks. - Psst. Coast is clear.
You guys are sneakin' in?
Yeah. Only saps pay to see movies.
Hey, Bart, come on!
But sneaking into a movie is practically stealing, man.
- "Practically"? - It is stealing.
Well, okay.
I just wanted to make sure we weren't deluding ourselves.
Wait! I think I hear something.
Come on. Loosen up, babe.
There's nobody here but you and me.
No. Stop it!
I think I hear something... not human.
Let's get romantic.
Well, okay.
You little sneaks, you're coming with me.
Next time you little hoodlums try this,
- I'm calling your parents! - Yeah?
Well, we don't wanna see your crummy movie anyway.
Yeah. We'll take our business elsewhere.
You know, Bart.
I've been kicked out of all four "Space Mutant" movies.
Wow, man.
Three jumbo cherry squisheys,
and one double jumbo original flavor, sir.
Okay.
Don't you kids take anything.
I'm watching you.
I've got eyes in the back of my head.
- Four fifty-two. - Don't worry, guys. It's on me.
Share the wealth. That's what I always say.
Guys?
Hey, guys. Where'd you get all that great stuff?
Five-finger discount, man.
You ripped it off?
Yeah. Thanks for covering for us, man.
Go on, Bart.
But that guy founded Springfield.
He built our first hospital out of logs and mud.
If it weren't for him, all the settlers would have died
in the great blizzard of '48.
So?
So...
watch me hit him right between the eyes.
Hey, what are you doing there?
Show a little respect, you insolent little thugs.
- Ooh. - We're really scared.
Hey! Hey, you! Hey! Hey, you!
You know, when you look up at clouds in the sky,
they start looking like stuff.
- No, they don't. - Yeah, they do.
Like that one over there looks just like a cherry bomb.
Hey, you're right. And look at that one.
It looks like a guy with a switchblade
stuck in his back.
Yeah, that one looks like a school bus
going over a cliff in flames
with kids inside screaming.
That one looks just like the statue of our town founder,
Jebediah Springfield.
- Does not. - Does too.
I mean, without the head, of course.
Yeah.
I wish someone really would cut his ugly old head off.
- You do? - Yeah, that'd be cool.
Sure would cheese everybody off.
But, guys, come on. Don't you remember history class?
Jebediah once killed a bear with his bare hands.
Sorry.
We forgot how much you love Jebediah Springfield.
- Yeah, he's your boyfriend. - Yeah!
- Come on, guys. Knock it off. - Beat it, Simpson.
Man, I thought you were cool.
Beat it, Simpson.
Man, I thought you were cool.
Aha!
Wow! Look at these bowling balls, Maggie.
Can you think of a better way for Daddy to spend
his hard-won 50 bucks?
Now I've seen everything.
Black, marbleized with a liquid center.
"The Stealth Bowler:
The pins don't know what hit them."
Dad, can I talk to you about something?
Sure, boy. What's on your mind?
Well, I was wondering.
How important is it to be popular?
I'm glad you asked, son.
Being popular is the most important thing in the world.
So, like, sometimes you could do stuff
that you think is pretty bad
so other kids will like you better?
You're not talking about killing anyone, are you?
No.
- Are you? - No!
Then run along, you little scamp.
A boy without mischief
is like a bowling ball without a liquid center.
What have I done?
Bart, are you all right?
Yeah. Top of the world, Ma.
Well, then, come down for breakfast.
♪♪ -Ooh! Look at this one.
"The Hammer of Thor: It will send your pins to...
Val-halla." Lisa?
Valhalla is where Vikings go when they die.
That's some ball.
Good morning, everybody.
We interrupt "Mambo in the Morning"
to bring you this special news bulletin.
The statue of Jebediah Springfield,
our illustrious town founder,
was brutally decapitated last night...
in an act of senseless vandalism.
We now go to Police Chief Wiggum at City Hall.
Well, we have no witnesses, no suspects, and no leads.
If anyone has any information,
please dial "O" and ask for the police.
That number again, "O."
Stay tuned to this station
for further developments as they break.
- It's just a statue. - It's a statue of
the trailblazing founder of our town.
It's a symbol of what we can all do
if we put our minds to it.
Just a statue?
Is the Statue of Liberty just a statue?
Is the Leaning Tower of Pizza just a statue?
School bus.
Come on, Lis. School bus.
Go on, Lisa.
We've all got to be brave, just like Jebediah
- when he killed that bear. - It's so awful.
Okay, come on, come on, everybody.
We gotta get on with our lives.
Let's try and put this tragedy behind us.
You're right, Moe.
A beer, please, and make sure there's a head on it.
I said it before, and I'll say it again,
"Hell in a handbasket!"
I hope they find the punk who did this,
and I hope they cut his head off.
Yeah!
Hi, guys. What's up?
We were saying we'd love to meet the guy
who cut off the head of that statue.
Yeah, we wish he were here right now.
Really?
Yeah, we'd break every bone in his stupid little body.
Yeah, that's right, man.
- Limb by limb. - Yeah!
What? But-But yesterday,
didn't you say it would be cool
to cut off the head,
and really cheese everybody off?
Yeah, that was just cloud talk, man.
Yeah. I mean, throwing rocks is one thing,
but I would never cut the head off of a guy
who iced a bear with his bare hands.
- So what's in the bag, Bart? - My head.
I said, what's in the bag, Bart?
Go ahead, Bart. Tell them.
It's the head of Jebediah Springfield.
I gotta go!
Look what you've done.
You wanted to be popular.
Now you're the most hated boy in town.
You're not really talking to me.
You're just my overactive imagination.
- I am, am I? - Shut up.
I wanted them to like me.
The child seems rattled.
- Can you blame him? - No. No, I can't.
There, there, Mr. Burns. Blow, sir.
Hey, Bart, where are you going?
- To my room. - Why don't you watch "Krusty the Clown?"
There's someone out there in Krustyland
who has committed an atrocity.
If you know who cut off Jebediah's head...
I don't care if it's your brother, your sister,
your daddy or your mommy...
Turn them in, and Krusty will send you
a free slide whistle just like Sideshow Bob's.
♪♪
Wait a minute.
I hope you're not planning to do what I think you're doing.
Sorry, man. It's either you or me.
You know, Bart,
you don't have to found a town to be a hero.
Sometimes a hero could be a young boy
with the courage to stand up and admit he's made a mistake.
Yeah, well, I'm running a little short on courage right now.
Aah!
Anyway, think about it, will you, son?
Jebediah Obediah Zachariah Jedediah Springfield
came West in 1838.
Along the way, he met a ferocious bear
and killed it with his bare hands.
That's "B-A-R-E" hands.
Although modern historians recently uncovered evidence
that the bear, in fact, probably killed him.
- But whether bear killed man... - Mom. Dad.
- I knew it all along! - Why, Bart? Why?
Yeah, why? You little...
Because I wanted some really bad kids to like me.
Somehow I got the idea that being popular
was the most important thing in the world.
Where did you get a ridiculous idea like that?
Lay off the boy, Marge.
He's a good kid.
Quit giving him the third degree.
Homer, did you have something to do with this?
Well, maybe I am a little responsible.
- A little? - Come on, son.
Let's take the head thing back to the authorities.
You know, Bart, when I was your age,
I pulled a few boners.
But I think you'll find that people are pretty decent
- if you give them half... - Look! There it is...
- The head! - Kill 'em!
- All right. All right. - All right, already.
- We know this part. - Yeah, right.
Well, that's my story.
And if you still wanna tear apart
this young Sunday school student
as he stands on the brink of salvation,
I await your wrath. But I'd like to add one thing:
it wasn't until I removed the head of Jebediah Springfield
that we realized we were taking our heritage for granted.
That was a crime too.
One I think we are all guilty of.
- Well, the kid's got us there. - Hey, he's right.
Got a point there.
And I know that I'll always feel an inner shame far greater
than any punishment you could dish out. Far, far greater.
Far, far, far, far greater.
Aw!
Somehow I don't feel like killing anymore.
Neither do I.
Dad.
Forgive me, sir.
No problem, Bart.
Look! It's glorious.
It's beautiful, man.
I love you, Smithers.
The feeling is more than mutual, sir.
Whoo!
♪♪
Shh!
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