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Hmm. Hmm.

Hmm!

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Hey, guys.

It's your favorite YouTube family vloggers:

the Simpsons.

Coinstar bought us a new house,

and we're gonna give you the grand tour.

Come on in. Take your shoes off first.

All 50 million of you. (laughs)

♪

Now, we can't tell you where the new house is located

because we value our privacy.

Which you know if you watched our last family therapy sesh

where Marge begged me to stop filming our therapy seshes.

Video link in bio.

This is my favorite room

because the kitchen is really the heart of a home.

Also, because a robot cleans it.

And check it out.

The refrigerator blends into the wall.

No more tedious seeing your refrigerator all the time.

Come on, we want to show you our favorite room.

(grunting)

This is our screening room.

It's also where we shoot our confessionals.

It's cool that Dad doesn't have to work nine to five anymore.

We just have to post 15 videos a day.

After homeschooling, we're free to do fun kid stuff.

Zoom calls with our fan club in Dubai,

giving Lamborghinis to the homeless.

Sometimes I just chill in my room,

recording Cameo messages until my voice gives out.

(sucks on pacifier)

MAN: Huh.

(grunting)

M'atchomaroon,

or "Hey, guys" in Dothraki.

Today I'm doing a deep-dive

on the Internet's current obsession,

The Simpsons Family Channel. Camera 2.

In case you've been living in a tauntaun these past four months,

here's the video that started it all:

"Cute Baby Gets Stage Fright." Let's take a look.

♪ I have a duckie tail ♪

♪ And a little duckie head ♪

(crowd chuckles)

♪ I quack around the park ♪

♪ And I eat the old man's bread ♪

Maggie, remember what we practiced.

Poke Daddy's tummy and kill the ants.

♪ Honk, stomp, quack ♪

Shake your diaper,

touch the starfish,

open your sandwich,

and Mick Jagger, Jagger, Jagger.

(crowd cheers)

- (Homer shouts) - (crowd gasps)

(crowd cheers)

No, don't!

- (Homer gasping) - (crowd gasping)

(crowd cheers)

(crowd oohs)

(crowd laughs, cheers)

Best... origin story... ever.

It deservedly got 20 million views,

and Homer launched a channel all about the special bond

between himself and the youngling Maggie.

(eating noisily)

(Maggie eats noisily)

(dog whines)

(vacuum cleaner running)

Say, Maggie,

do you think our viewers could enter the code "Aw"

with 15 Ws for a discount from Toy-Weasel.com?

HOMER: Mmm.

The Internet fell in love with the rest of the Simpsons

when they released...

♪ Everybody, yeah ♪

♪ Rock your body, yeah... ♪

(tires screeching)

- (siren wailing) - ♪ Now throw your hands up in the air ♪

Whoa, what's going on? (shouts)

(over radio): ♪ 'Cause we got it going on again ♪

WIGGUM: Oh. I love this song.

♪ Am I sexual? ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

MAN: Hmm.

- Hmm. - (mouse clicks)

(theme song plays)

(camera shutter clicks)

Greetings, newshounds.

Today, a retrospective on The Simpsons Family Vlog.

In case you've been living in a grammar-rodeo boot camp

these past four months,

here's the video that started it all.

(fast-forwarding)

Soon each family member had their own channel.

Marge combined her love of cooking

and deeply personal questions

for a groundbreaking interview show.

How you holding up, Krusty?

Ready for number four?

(groans) I'm not gonna lie,

number three feels like it's not done with me,

but my agent said this is what talk shows are now,

so... (burps) bring it on.

MARGE: Next up, The Coagulator.

A tuna melt dipped in funnel cake batter,

then fried in hot mayonnaise.

It clocks in at 300,000

on the Lethargo Scale.

Oh, I'm really regretting all those bagels

I ate in the greenroom.

(shouts)

The grease and the powdered sugar

are forming a paste in the back of my throat.

Do you think your comedy is fueled by rage

towards your father or towards yourself?

Well, I'd rather talk about my new holiday movie,

A Very Merry Bris-mas.

(gags)

Oh, the batter is in my lungs.

Ow! Why is this a show?!

MARTIN: And Bart took pranking to a whole new level

with The 'Gurt Squad.

(stifling laughter)

Can I sample the strawberry yogurt?

Wait, I'm allergic to strawb...

(imitates vomiting)

('Gurt Squad laughing)

The Simpsons were YouTube sensations,

and corporate America lavished them

with sponsorships and lucre.

But Lisa used her newfound fame

to draw attention to issues close to her heart.

Hey, guys. I'm here at Needle Beach,

super stoked to start this clean-up

because, as you can see,

this beach is pretty messed up.

(gasps) What's that?

Oh! Oh, you poor thing.

Luckily, I always carry wire cutters.

♪

(mouse clicks)

(mouse clicks)

(distorted voice): Attention, Internet.

It is I, Truth Wizard.

The Simpsons are not who you think they are,

and I can't let these lies continue

for even one more sec...

...and I can't let these lies continue

for even one more sec...

LUANN: Milhouse, why are you sitting in the dark?

You'll ruin your eyes.

Mom.

The doctor said your nose

can't support thicker glasses.

I'm recording a takedown. Get out.

(door closes)

Okay, fine, it's me, Milhouse.

I was the one filming every Simpson family video.

Take your shoes off first.

All 50 million of you. (laughs)

Yo, camera-monkey, shoes off.

MILHOUSE: I saw firsthand how the pressure to create content

- turned them into monsters. - (Homer growls)

- HOMER: Where the hell is the refrigerator?! - (groans) Coming.

(grunting)

You have to tap it.

(grunts) Oh, who would want this?

- I'm getting a hammer. - No.

You never let me get the hammer!

Ew, your hand is so sweaty.

Would you tell my scene partner to be professional?

MILHOUSE: Uh, Bart? Lisa has a note...

Shut up, Milhouse.

MILHOUSE: Ow.

And those cool

'Gurt Squad friends

that hype up Bart's prank videos?

Paid Spucklers.

Hey, guys, you don't have to go home

just 'cause we're done filming pranks.

Yeah, we was meaning to ask you about that.

How is what you do a prank?

This just seems like a mean-spirited waste of yogurt.

Okay, we'll use pudding. Great note.

Hey, you guys want to jump on my trampoline?

I'll take the safety barrier down.

We prefer to keep our relationship professional.

I'll... pay you.

(groans) Fine.

Time and a half. And a basket of eggs.

Our hen is feeling poorly.

MILHOUSE: Even my off-again, off-again girlfriend Lisa

fell prey to the siren's call of Internet fame.

What the hell is this? This beach is spotless.

MILHOUSE: Sorry, Lisa. We're on it.

(grunts)

Now where's this thing I'm supposed to save?

MILHOUSE: Uh, Gil, how's it coming?

I-I'm trying. Ow!

This little fella's really good at freeing himself.

CREW PERSON: That's a rented seal. Catch him.

We're gonna lose our deposit.

(both grunting)

But let's take a look at the relationship

that started this whole crazy ride:

Homer and Maggie.

We are so excited to work with Maggie

on this viral campaign for

Nom-Noms 6: European Nom-cation.

We got Maggie's room all set up

for the ultimate immersive Nom-Nom experience.

Uh, one little hiccup.

Maggie's terrified of Nom-Noms,

especially the girl one.

I'm not sure why. Uh, Bart will do it.

The yogurt kid? No way. No.

Either the Internet baby goes in there,

or you forfeit all nom-pensation.

So that's, uh, "nom"-negotiable?

- (chuckles) - That's not a real word.

Maggie, there's a cute baby bunny in there,

so put this GoPro on your head...

Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom.

(Maggie shrieks, cries)

NOM-NOMS: Nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom- nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom...

(Maggie screaming)

(Maggie crying)

Oh...

Maggie, I'm sorry.

(Maggie fussing)

Poor Maggie. Although I like the girl Nom-Nom.

I like her a lot.

I like the way her glasses have eyelashes and...

LUANN: Milhouse, come do your ear drops.

Mom!

(mouse clicks)

Hey, guys.

Welcome to episode 751 of

The Lenny and Carl Situation.

Back with us is our frequent guest Moe.

You gonna behave today, Moe?

(chuckling): Hey, don't cancel me, huh?

Today we're talking about the Simpson family,

specifically "Super Dad" himself, Homer Simpson.

Guy's a phony.

Full disclosure: You go back five, six months,

we were best friends with the guy

before he got famous for those baby videos.

Yeah, so many nights getting blackout drunk with Homer.

I don't remember him mentioning that baby once.

And I heard Maggie won't make any more videos with him.

What people been seeing is all high-tech trickery.

Intern Barney, play the clip.

HOMER: Mmm.

Oh, even fake Maggies hate me.

(laughing)

You know, I'm thinking about

going on the all-peanut diet. You heard about this?

Supposed to be great for the adrenals.

You know, the Aztecs, that's all they ate was peanuts.

Not like the crap we got today.

Them ancient nuts, they was full of that, uh, uh,

niacinnamonites. Yeah.

'Cause of the sand they had.

And they lived to be a hundred, 200 years old.

- (man groans) - MOE: Same thing with the Mayans and cashews...

MAN: Uh-uh.

(mouse clicks)

Hey, guys.

We know there have been a lot of rumors going around.

So we wanted to formally announce

that we'll be making a formal announcement

tomorrow night on our livestream

which will address all the recent controversies.

And we'll Cluck-Stop at nothing to earn your trust back.

(grunts)

FRINK: That was nine days ago.

Nobody has seen or heard from the Simpsons family since.

Over the next two hours, I will break down my theories

on what might have caused their dramatic disappearance

on this special edition of...

That's your cue. This special edition of...

Frinkileaks.

Now play the suspenseful music.

No, that's a latte macchiato.

(suspenseful music playing)

Well, you might as well finish my coffee now.

(grunting)

Which brings us once again to Snowball I,

which... (groans)

Marker fumes. Oh, my.

Hoyvik! Blarvlagin! Ivy.

(clears throat) I apologize.

Um... in summary, I have concluded that the Simpsons

are being held hostage by a major tech company.

Now, I cannot say which one, but, um,

follow the Google Doodles.

If, uh, you pause right where the video glitches,

you can see Homer doesn't look human.

More like an alien wearing an ill-fitting human suit.

Let me tell you something,

Homer Simpsons has done more for this country

than Dr. Fauci and Dr. Pimple Popper combined.

It's not his fault he has a trash son

with a face like a lunch bag, okay?

Leave Homer Simpsons alone! Leave him alone!

(enunciating): Welcome back to Patty...

(enunciating): And Selma's...

BOTH: Tingle Palace.

We were going to do part four

of our scalp-delousing role-play.

(tines riffling)

But, in light of recent events,

we're going to tell you what we think happened to our

sister Marge Simpson.

(scales rubbing)

It's pretty obvious that Homer snapped,

ate the whole family.

and is hiding on a houseboat,

in a cloud of belches that used to be his wife

and kids.

(grunts)

(scraping)

- (man shudders) - (mouse clicks)

Hmm... hmm.

What's up, guys? Today we had

a whole cemetery parkour segment ready to go,

but instead we've got a big announcement.

The location of the Simpsons' mansion

has always been super secret,

but we figured out where it is.

We found clues in all their old videos.

We're talking regional birdsongs,

town-specific ice cream truck jingle.

But the clincher: my mom's dating a guy

who got fired from the post office,

and he gave us their address.

We're heading there tonight to get some answers.

But first, parkour.

Parkour. (grunts)

Beloved husband!

Angel-baby!

Jewish guy! Parkour!

- (mouse clicks) - MAN: Eh...

- Huh. - (mouse clicks)

Hey, guys, I'm Shauna.

With a freaking exclusive.

I found the Simpsons mansion.

What the hell, Jimbo? Did you tell her the address?

JIMBO: Duh. She's my girlfriend. Hey...

(grunting)

MARTIN: Martin Prince here, now embedded

at the Simpsons family compound.

SHAUNA: We're about to get scooped, dumb-wads.

Hey, guys, Simpsons... (speaking gibberish)

Like and subscribe.

- PATTY: Hey, guys. - COMIC BOOK GUY: Hey, guys.

- SHERRI AND TERRI: Hey, guys. - MOE: Hey, guys.

(gasps) It's a vlog swarm.

No, no, no. This is our content.

JIMBO: Okay, okay.

(Crazy Cat Lady speaking gibberish)

JIMBO: But turn on that light.

NELSON: This way, come on.

(all panting)

Ha! Look at this.

They obviously left in a hurry without their phones.

Shut up. I can't hear myself Shauna.

- Move out, people, let's go, let's go, let's go. - Come on, guys, let's go.

(gasps) Huh?

(all shouting)

- Hmm? - What is this?

(all grunt curiously)

- (Simpsons gasp) - I found 'em!

Somebody get a pic!

Bart, the door!

- MARGE: Grab it! - LISA: Get it!

Welcome, Simpson family.

So, nine days in a panic room. Why?

Well, Opal, our house had been built

by a company we partnered with that, at that point,

had only built NFTs of houses. (chuckles)

They installed the panic room door backwards.

You could get in, but you can't get out.

But how did you all end up trapped there?

Well, we'd been getting ready for our redemption livestream,

and we were all a little tense.

So I went to the panic room, where we stored

all of our sponsored crap,

to get some children's CBD gummies.

But I was already in there pounding 'em.

MARGE: Then I ran in and yelled, "Stop fighting.

"You're going to sweat through

your signature line of slimming activewear."

BART: But when we tried to leave,

it was locked.

LISA: I said, "Nobody panic.

There's got to be a panic button."

HOMER: Then I walked in, saying,

"Marge, I can't find the fridge again."

LISA: We tried to grab the door.

But it was too late.

We were trapped, and it was all Homer's fault.

What? You said it was nobody's fault.

That's what I'm supposed to feel,

but I'm not there yet.

LISA: We survived on products we'd been shilling

but had never actually eaten before.

Luckily, there was also a huge supply

of single-use hat-toilets.

Uh, I'm pretty sure those were just hats.

We didn't have any way to post content,

so we went through pretty severe withdrawal.

MARGE: Then, sometime around day four,

I said, "Where's Maggie?

She was just here a second ago."

I moved the table from the wall and said,

(gasps) "Oh, God. She must've crawled in the vent."

HOMER: I said, "Maggie, come back."

That I'd never force her to do content ever again,

that I wouldn't be ♪Daddy anymore,

I'd just be Daddy.

And then...

LISA: She'd been in the cabinet the whole time.

We were so relieved.

MARGE: Then we realized how high up she was, and then...

BART: But Homer made an awesome catch.

And Maggie barfed on him.

(chuckles) Classic.

MARGE: After that, something strange happened.

We started talking to each other.

BART: Like texting with our mouths.

LISA: I'd almost forgotten

I could L-O-L I-R-L.

MARGE: It felt like we were coming out of a trance.

LISA: The only subscribers we needed

were in that room.

Wow. Just, wow.

We're shutting down the YouTube channel

because "The Simpson Family" isn't who we are.

We are the Simpsons.

We are completely offline now.

I don't even check email anymore,

but that's mainly 'cause we moved back to Evergreen Terrace,

and our neighborino changed his Wi-Fi passwordily-durdily.

Well, there you have it.

A confusing, nonsense-word end

to the meteoric rise and fall

and disappearance and reappearance

and return to status quo

for the family the Internet could not

get enough of for almost half a year.

Can we go look at your beehives?

Nah, we're all done here.

Well, that's four hours of my life I'll never get back.

WOMAN: George R. R. Martin, you better be working on that new book.

I am.

You said you would finish it years ago.

I'm gonna.

They already made two TV shows about it.

I know that. I went to the parties.

No more parties until you finish that book.

I'm writing it right now.

I'm... doing research.

(typing)

Oh.

You did not just stick your hands in the mint bowl.

Girl, use the spoon, or I'm gonna have to

kick your Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Booty.

Bitch, that is an IHOP reference.

- This is a Waffle House, mama. - The Waffle House.

♪ Waffle to the House, House ♪

♪ Waf to the kach to the House, how ♪

- ♪ From the legendary House of Waffle. ♪ - (chuckling)

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