(SINGING) The Simpsons
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING) Ripped By mstoll
(HORN BELLOWING)
(PLAYING DIFFERENT TUNE)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
D'oh!
(EXCLAIMING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(BONANZA THEME PLAYING)
(NEIGHS)
(WHISTLING)
Well, well, Bart Simpson in trouble again.
School hasn't even started yet.
What can I say? I missed you, Myra.
How's things with you and Frank?
That bum.
He says his divorce will be final next week.
So why is she pregnant again?
Ouch! You hang in there, beautiful.
So where's the Skin-man?
He's out admiring his "new" car.
SEYMOUR: Ah, 1995.
A fine year for Camrys.
No one would ever guess you spent three months in a lake.
(BART GASPS)
Ay, caramba!
Thank you, Satan.
Just think, Milhouse. From now on,
we'll always be "those kids who got into the steam tunnels."
(CLANKING)
(GRUNTING)
(STEAM HISSING)
I gotta warn ya, we could get in trouble.
I don't mind. Trouble's a form of attention.
(CREAKING)
MOE: Gentlemen, the moment has finally arrived.
I'm renting a party bus and taking all you regulars to Las Vegas.
Nevada? That's right.
(ALL CHEERING)
Moe, why are you being so generous?
You're usually so stingy and rat-like.
Yeah, well, you remember that time I tried to hang myself
and the rope broke?
Well, I sued the rope company and I got a huge settlement!
And a new rope!
ALL: Wow. Hey, nice rope.
You could hang a cow with that thing.
These steam tunnels are awesome!
It's like we're in the school's lymphatic system
and we're the lymph!
Oh, my God!
My dad had a long talk with me about this.
But you can't believe it till you see it!
The cafeteria loading dock!
Look, we're having pizza tomorrow!
I'm gonna eat a lighter breakfast.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Well, we made it to the valve room.
Now we can leave without touching a valve.
What a tale that'll be!
Hey, we can't leave here without turning one little valve.
Yeah. It'd be like going to Amsterdam
and not taking a walking tour of famous doors.
(STEAM HISSING)
Hmm. That's odd. We only turn the heat on for Parents Night.
What the F-minus?
(STEAM HISSING)
Steam!
Grover Cleveland's second term was, if anything, more uneventful.
(STEAM HISSING) (GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
Look! A new kid! Get him! (GROANING)
(STEAM HISSING)
(CROAKING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(BAND PLAYING)
(STEAM HISSING)
Our instruments are rusting!
We're going a cappella, people!
(SCATTING)
I've got two kinds of wet in my pants!
(HUMMING)
Oh, it's so hot. I need a drink.
(STEAM HISSES) (SCREAMS)
No water fountain outwits Willie!
(SCREAMS)
Maybe I'll just have a soda.
(HUMMING)
(SCREAMING)
Mmm, this wood is more buckled than a pilgrim's hat.
But who's responsible?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS) Don't bother struggling.
I've got your scruff!
Can I cut a deal? I'll give you Milhouse.
I don't want Milhouse.
Sounds like my parents' custody hearing.
Myra, can you help me out here?
Forget it. This used to be a croissandwich.
Now it's a ham and cheese car crash.
Yes, thank you, Myra.
To highlight the seriousness of Bart's offense,
Superintendent Chalmers will be joining us by video uplink.
And joining me by video uplink,
State Comptroller Atkins.
Can we move this along?
I 'm attending an important conference here in Scottsdale.
You're in Scottsdale? I'm in Scottsdale! At the Hyatt! Room 381!
Get outta here! I'm in 502.
Hey, do you guys have any ice buckets down there?
No. We've been using shower caps.
Skinner!
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
You made that TV show really mad.
Yes, but you won't think it's so funny when we send Bart here!
"Upward Bound, the toughest behavioral
"modification camp in Northwest Oregon."
It's the only place cruel enough to straighten Bart out.
They use a proven concept.
Tough hate to turn around foul-mouthed hooligans.
Then they send them home quietly ticking away.
Mmm. This camp's got it all.
Climbing some kind of rope thing,
wearing a backpack, high five-ing the black kid!
It's the perfect thing to straighten you out!
(GROANS)
Got it!
(REWINDS TAPE) (BART GROANS)
Now I have a ring tone for my brand new cell phone.
No wires at all.
Except this one.
Hey, check it out! I made it partially risqué!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Hey, guys. I have to put the boy on a plane to soul-crushing camp.
Then I'll be back to go to Vegas.
Dad, if you take me to Vegas,
I'll teach you how to cheat at blackjack.
Boy, you don't need to cheat when you got a system.
What's your system?
I don't tell your mother how much I've lost.
One child to Portland! (CHUCKLES)
He's your problem now!
It seems he was our problem before.
(BEEPING)
Your son is on the "no fly" list.
(NERVOUS CHUCKLE) Why, there must be some mistake.
There's no mistake. It seems the last time he flew unescorted...
PILOT: (ON PA) Welcome to Atlanta.
Please keep your seatbelt fastened until we have come to a complete stop.
(BEEPS)
Nobody tells Bart Simpson what to do!
(BUZZING)
(STATIC) PILOT: Thanks a lot, 33C!
Now we all have to go back to Minneapolis! And I'm very tired!
ALL; Oh!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Well, Homer, looks like I can't go to discipline camp.
Which is too bad, because I think
this was the thing that would finally straighten me out.
Oh, yeah? You're going to that camp
because I'm gonna drive you there!
Oh, yeah, that'll be way more fun than Vegas.
(YELLING)
Oh, dang. Homer ain't coming.
(NELSON LAUGHS) And Nelson saw something funny.
(TIRES SCREECH) (HORN HONKS)
Stupid Bart makes me drive to Oregon.
Home of unspoiled forest, birthplace of Matt Greening.
Dad, neither of us want to go.
Why are you doing this?
Where's the old carefree Homer who likes to cut loose?
You mean Fun Homer?
I'm afraid Serious Homer has him locked up
till you're at your snooty torture camp.
Fight back, Fun Homer! Together we can win!
It's no use.
Oh, come on, Serious Homer, let me out!
We'll get a monkey drunk and push him down the stairs!
(GRUNTS) I'll kill you the way I killed Intellectual Homer!
(MARGE HUMMING)
While the boys are gone,
we'll sell all their useless junk
and replace it with knickknacks and curios!
I already made up a yard sale sign.
You know your father saved every book report he ever wrote?
And every one was Stuart Little.
Mmm... Mmm...
Not to mention this PowerPoint demonstration he did just last week.
Ooh... Mmm...
(GASPS)
My Malibu Stacy heads! (SOBBING)
Oh, no.
Bart blamed this on the dog.
I didn't pet him for weeks.
(SOBBING)
Oh, I'm sorry I doubted you, boy. (BARKS)
Eh. Come on, Dad.
We got a long way to go.
You can't stay mad at me the whole time.
Boy, if you were half as smart as you think you are,
you'd clean up your act.
Well, maybe pulling pranks is the only thing I'm good at.
At least you have something you're good at.
I'm 38 years old, driving a crappy car,
with a son who doesn't respect me!
And I'm one Snickers pie away from losing my foot to diabetes!
Mmm...
Snickers pie...
(DROOLING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(BELL DINGS)
So, I see you're also traveling with your son.
What boy prison are you taking him to?
Actually, Justin and I are going to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival.
Sir Peter Hall himself is directing.
See, Bart? I told you things could be worse.
I'm getting a sweatshirt with Shakespeare's face on it!
Well, we better get back to the Prius, son.
Ah, don't forget the menu for our scrapbook.
(BELL DINGS)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Did you see that? They were eating melon for breakfast.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
"Look at me. I use a napkin."
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Well, Dad, we may not always get along,
but we'll never be that lame.
I bet they're from Massachusetts!
You know it's legal there for a guy to marry his son?
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS) Well, I guess it's tinkle time.
Ooh, don't forget to wash your hands, Shakespeare!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
So, here for a snack before they roll you back into the ocean?
Yeah. I'll have the smiley face breakfast special.
Ah, but could you add a bacon nose,
plus bacon hair, bacon mustache,
five o'clock shadow made of bacon bits, and a bacon body?
How about if I just shoved a pig down your throat?
Uh-huh? I'm kidding.
Fine!
But the bacon man lives in a bacon house!
WAITRESS: No, he doesn't.
HOMER: Mmm...
You know who would really like this place? Bart.
Wait a minute. Where the hell is Bart?
(GRUNTS)
You little monster! Huh?
Show your face this minute! Mmm?
Mmm? Huh?
(CHUCKLES)
Bart, where are you?
Hmm...
Hey, Stavros, there's a guy in your bathroom trying to dine and dash.
What? No one dashie-dine on Stavros.
(CHUCKLES)
Why you little... (STRAINED GRUNTING)
I'm stuck! Ow! (THUD)
Someone's hitting my butt with something!
Is frying pan!
Ow!
(GROANING)
Leave your ass, Homer. Leave your ass.
Hmm, let me get this straight.
I get all of Bart's action figures,
Homer's treasured "Mr. Plow"jacket,
and these Power Rangers Underoos
which I am already wearing for only $3.95.
That's right.
Give me five minutes alone with your fridge and you have a deal.
(GRUNTS) Fine.
We've only brought in $5.
And that came from Mr. Flanders buying back his own stuff.
(GASPS) My LP of Dreamcoat?
(SINGING) How I love my coat of many colors
It was red and yellow And green and brown
And scarlet and black And ocher and peach
And ruby and olive and violet and...
...And lilac and gold And chocolate and mauve
And cream and crimson And silver and rose
And azure and lemon and russet and gray and gold...
(FOOTSTEPS)
...And purple and white And pink and orange
And red and yellow And green and brown
Scarlet and black And ocher and peach
My yard sale is a failure.
I guess I'll have to give everything to the Salvation Army.
We don't want it! Oh...
Mmm, Dexonumb, Somnodoze, Percolax!
Are these for sale? I guess.
They're Homer's expired pain medications.
Ooh, I'm in a lot of pain.
I'm breaking in a new pair of flip-flops
and my thong notch is on fire! How much?
Um, a dollar? Per pill, right?
Uh, yeah.
I'll take a dozen of each.
Oh, wow! Drugs in a bottle! I feel like Elvis Presley!
Whoa, this is so much safer than buying my illegal drugs at the playground.
Bag or keister? Surprise me.
Mmm.
Um, I'll take all your estrogen.
That's a female replacement hormone. Uh-huh.
It's for a friend, uh, who's trapped in the body of another friend.
Oh...
So Lenny, how's it going in Vegas? Pretty boring, I'll bet.
Yeah, kind of.
(SHOUTING EXCITEDLY)
(ALARM RINGING) (LAUGHING)
Can't talk now, Homer. I'm too satisfied in every way.
Oh...
Hmm?
(GASPS)
(LAUGHING)
I gotcha now, boy.
(SCREAMS)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(GASPS) (BEEPING)
(SCREAMING)
Oh, I'm gonna fall down. Oh!
Boy! Push down on the bumper!
Then I can back the car up and save myself!
Hmm. If I save you, what are you gonna do to me?
Shower you with love
because this experience has taught me just how precious you are.
I'll kill you! I'll kill your whole family!
Kidding. I'm kidding.
We can do that. We have a special friendship.
I'm gonna double kill you!
Then I'm gonna bury you in a shallow grave!
Then I'll dig you up and kill you again!
That's the beauty of a shallow grave!
You sweet little angel.
Oh, I'm gonna rip your head off! And spit down your
adorable little neck because I want to
smash your little stupid head!
Oh, but I love you. We'll go on a fishing trip.
But first, I'm gonna put you on a sawmill!
Then punch your little face out!
That's what I'm gonna do!
(HUMMING)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
I'm here for the (CLEARS THROAT) yard sale.
But that was yesterday!
No. I mean the "yard sale."
What are you talking about?
Can I buy some pills?
Well, maybe someone else can help you but I am not a drug grocer!
(SIGHS) Oh! (KNOCKING)
I'm out of drugs! See how much money I made?
(GASPS)
Oh, Chief Wiggum. Uh, are you still with the police department?
Save it, Ma Peddle.
Ma Peddle?
It's a reference to Ma Kettle, the popular movie character from the '40s.
If you have to explain it, it's not good, Chief.
HOMER: Well, boy, you made the right choice.
I think this is the first step to a new closer relationship between us.
Dad, I think you actually enjoy seeing your own son suffer.
I don't enjoy it.
Being a father is just a job.
Long hours, no pay.
And at the end, all you get is someone yelling, “You screwed me up."
Well, maybe if you enjoyed me more, I wouldn't be so screwed up.
Hey, I enjoy you plenty. Talking time is over.
Mmm...
Don't worry, Mr. Simpson.
We're gonna take his sass and turn it into siss.
Thank you, Colonel. I'm not a colonel.
This is a Boy Scout uniform that I dolled up.
Come with me, son.
Now kiss your childhood goodbye.
Whoo-hoo! Vegas, here I come!
I miss you, Dad. (GASPS)
Hey, Homer, you want to eat my shorts?
(SHRIEKING)
(SCREAMS)
Don't gamble on my love, Homer.
Oh.
Oh, I miss Bart. I can't leave him in that awful camp.
I'm coming, boy! (TIRES SCREECHING)
Oh, oh, great.
I'll get off here. Oh, no.
I bet this looks cool from overhead though.
Oh, oh...
Whoo-hoo! Vegas, here I come! Oh, right. Bart.
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GRUNTING)
Nicely chopped, Simpson.
(GRUNTING)
Uh!
I've learned so much in my three hours here.
I don't have to play pranks to feel good.
I can just listen to the gentle rhythms of nature.
(THUD) HOMER: Stupid horse!
It's a "deer" crossing! (TIRES SCREECHING)
Wipe the blood off the windshield and get in the car, boy.
Dad? Son,
I'm doing something I should've done a long time ago.
Taking you to Vegas!
I'm gonna order a steak dinner and eat it on the toilet!
And don't you try to stop us!
Actually, we were gonna call you, Mr. Simpson.
Your credit card was declined.
Try this one!
MARGE: Homer, I hope you get this.
I'm in jail and I need $10,000 bail.
Hurry! (BEEPS)
HOMER: Ah, Marge, me and Bart got in a fight
with this really uncool pit boss,
and now we're in Nevada State Prison.
Also, I don't know where Bart is.
If you see him, say hey! (BEEPS)
(SIGHING)
Well, Maggie, I always knew it would
someday boil down to just you and me.
I'll look for work in the morning. Ripped By mstoll