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♪ Simpsons Halloween, Simpsons Halloween ♪

♪ Beloved characters dead and gone ♪

♪ Simpsons Halloween, blood and guts will make you scream ♪

- Ay, caramba. - ♪Halloween episodes ♪

♪ Are not canon. ♪

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Homie, it's our first wedding anniversary.

Which means it's been exactly a year since you promised

to build this shed.

Yeah, but I've been thinking...

are we really shed people?

Maybe "box in the living room" is more our vibe.

Oh. I'll build it myself.

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Ah-ah.

- Mm... - Mm?

Ta-da.

- Look what we built. - "We"?

Uh, oui, oui, madame.

- Where does this go? - Put it in the shed.

Okay, it's going on the list.

Don't put it on the list.

Put it in the shed.

Can we not argue in front of the list?

Is this what the rest of my life is going to be?

Could've just asked.

Gonna go put this in the shed.

Hey, baby, it's gardening time.

Who are you? Where's my husband?

Oh, pumpkin, this is one of the reasons I married you...

your wacky sense of humor.

Homie? Where are you?

We've been robbed.

They took our stuff and...

left other stuff.

What the heck is happening?

Are some pranksters pulling a gotcha?

I've got to call Homer.

- Aah! - Hey, sexy mama.

I think it's towel time.

What are you doing?

Chair time isn't till Wednesday.

I'll go put this in the shed.

Hey, sweetheart.

- Aah! - I made it all the way here

from the shed, even though it's slightly uphill.

Hey, how about a foot rub?

Wh-What is happening?

I'd love to give you a foot rub,

but can you get my toe creams from the shed?

Oh, boy.

Gonna be a party tonight for Wiggy's piggies

and the bunion bunch.

- _ - Thanks for meeting, Tiffany.

According to these pictures that are now on my phone,

you and I are best friends. Mm.

Mm-hmm. Cake don't lie.

I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but every time my husband goes into our shed,

a new one comes out.

Apparently, now I'm married to

this guy.

Marge, if what you're saying is true,

you got the winning numbers for the romance lottery.

I did? How?

Listen, most guys hide who they really are

till they got you locked down.

Oh, sure, on the first date,

they're Idris Elba.

But six months later, you're asking,

"Id-ris really who I settled for?"

This lady knows what I'm talking about.

- Oh, do I ever. - Oh!

But you get to choose your man after seeing who he really is.

And if he ain't good in bed,

give him the shed.

If he won't take you to Club Med,

give him the shed.

If his talks ain't Ted...

Give him the shed!

♪ It's raining men ♪

♪ Hallelujah, it's raining men ♪

♪ Amen ♪

♪ I'm gonna go out, I'm gonna let myself ♪

♪ Get absolutely ♪

♪ Soaking wet ♪

♪ It's raining men ♪

♪ Hallelujah, it's raining men ♪

♪ Every specimen. ♪

Honeybee,

you okay?

You'll ruin that dress,

and it's so flattering on you.

Survivorhost

and laid-back dreamboat Jeff Probst?

Are you my husband now?

Yep. Would I have this tribal tattoo

if I wasn't?

Mm!

Now, why don't we go upstairs and you can...

snuff my torch.

Jeff, remind me again about our first date.

I just like the way you tell the story.

Well, we went to a tiki bar,

and let's just say you didn't vote me off the island.

Oh. Oh.

Wha?

- Homie! I thought I lost you. - Huh? Oh!

Oh, hey, hey, hey, who are you?

How dare you mess with my manicotti.

Homer, hold some things while I find my pepper spray.

You don't know me?

I'm Marge.

Marge. Marge!

Ooh. I'm sorry.

I thought... I knew him.

Sweetheart, it's okay.

Now, let's say we go upstairs and...

merge the tribes.

Oh, Homer.

- Homer? - Uh-oh.

Well, there was a contestant named Omar

on season 42.

But I don't think that's what you meant.

Not at all!

After last night, I thought it best to ask you to...

uh, cast your vote in the shed of destiny.

The bride has spoken.

Hoo-boy, that's a downgrade.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

Aah! My hot stalker.

Are you crazy?

I am crazy.

Crazy in love with the man I initially married.

Now, come love me back

or I'll kill you.

I don't know how this wackadoodle magic works,

but maybe if we go into that shed together,

it will get me off this horrible marriage-go-round.

- So let's go. - Ow!

Marge! I went in the shed and when I came out,

I was married to Helen Lovejoy.

And then Lunch Lady Dora.

Then Crazy Cat Lady.

And then Jeff Probst.

None of that matters.

Somehow, we found our way back to each other

and the lives we were supposed to have.

Everything is finally perfect.

Mommy and Daddy are sinning.

- Yay! - Yay!

I made an extra special meal tonight,

because I love you all so much.

- Yay! - Yay! - Yay!

It's beige surprise.

This family needs to get healthy.

Bleah!

Hm. Where do you three rascals

think you're going?

Marge, we had a long, honest talk

about what you said ten seconds ago,

and we decided to get a jump on fitness

by jogging to the dog park.

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Don't get me wrong, your mother's a great lady.

But every once in a while, she whiffs dinner so hard.

What is with you and delicious, savory meat?

Fetch.

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Oh. That dog was my best friend.

He pooped in all the best places

and he humped all the funniest things.

And now he's licking his junk with Jesus.

Whew. The gravediggers I follow on Instagram

always make their job seem so glamorous.

But you know what?

Uh-oh.

Aah!

God, I killed the dog and the boy.

Got to think of something to tell Marge.

Can't sleep until I think of something.

Oh, I'll never sleep again.

Honey, I think Bart and the dog ran away.

They were saying something about the terrible food here,

but you shouldn't blame yourself.

Egg whites and cauliflower bacon.

Oh, look at him gobble it down.

And isn't that cute?

The dog thinks he's Bart.

They're not dead?

But I... Meatball.

Blood shovel.

Save me, morning beer.

What's going on, boy?

Don't you want to stick your head out the window?

Hmm.

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Mm...

Bart! Bart!

Yes, "bark"...

that's the noise you make.

Now go play outside with Bart.

A Ouija board?

"T...

"H...

"E...

"Dog and I switched bodies

after being buried in the same grave"?!

Aah!

Is that really you, Bart?

But then Bart is the dog.

Mom, I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I think

Bart and Santa's Little Helper have swapped bodies!

And I think you've swapped bodies with the silly monster.

Well, I'm off to the laundromat

just to see if anyone needs help.

Lisa,

if your little theory was true...

and it's not...

maybe your brother is happier as DogBart.

And maybe the pooch is happier as BartDog.

Wait, shouldn't that be the other way around?

If we're referring to Bart's body with the dog inside of him,

that should be BartDog.

The dog with Bart inside should be DogBart.

No. If Bart's inside the dog, it's BartDog.

Soul first.

Why would you do soul first?

The first word should be what we see.

- DogBart. - No, BartDog.

That's the only way it makes sense.

Either way, the one I call BartDog

is chewing up your vodka hat.

My HatVodka!

Why, you little...

Aah!

Hey, I just got bit by this vicious mongrel.

You know what we do with mad dogs?

Put... them... down.

But that's Bart.

Come on, boy. We have to stop him.

Whoa!

Oh, no.

What are we gonna do?

Thanks, boy.

Huh?

Only some of that is sauce.

- _ - Homie! Dinnertime!

Woo-hoo!

Should we help Dad?

Eh. At least he's exercising.

Ugh, this again?

How could your father just up and leave us?

At least Kirk Van Houten had the courtesy

to murder his family first.

Mom, it's been seven years.

And we still don't know why Dad disappeared.

My bet is he drowned in a chocolate fountain.

That's impossible. Those scuba divers dredged

every Hometown Buffet in the state.

Okay. Mom, Bart and I have to go to driver's ed.

Bye. See you later.

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Welcome to driver's ed.

For some of you, it's your third time,

because you parallel park like Billy Joel on payday.

Bart Simpson!

And now, the four most beautiful words for any teacher:

let's watch a movie.

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Spelling sucks.

Meet Gladys.

She's running a little late,

so she's doing her makeup while she drives.

Hmm, that woman looks familiar.

Yes, Gladys is going to end up looking pretty.

Pretty dead.

Aah!

_

Bart, that lady looked just like Dad.

_

No way.

You've been huffing too much sax wax.

Now meet Rocco.

Rocco thinks it's perfectly fine

to eat lunch while driving.

Aah!

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He's almost dead.

And he's still eating.

That is Dad!

But why would our missing father be killed over and over again

in a driver's ed film?

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Hello, kids.

- Aah! - Aah

- Aunts! - Aunts!

Sorry to scare you.

We're just catching up on our lurking.

We think we saw our dad in a driver's ed video

and we're trying to figure out how the hell that happened.

Maybe we can help you find the answers you're looking for.

But first, wouldn't you like to get your driver's licenses

a little early?

Well, of course. But we really need to get to the bottom of...

Bart, no!

!Ay, caramba!

We're in the driver's ed video.

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I hear that guy all the time.

Usually just before I'm decapitated.

Just once, I'd like to end a drive capitated.

Dad, I know this is gonna sound crazy,

but Patty and Selma are actually horrible witches...

- Duh. - ...who condemned you

to live inside this deadly instructional video.

You've been trapped for seven years,

getting brutally killed again and again

by your own terrible driving.

But I'm a great driver.

And so cool under pressure.

Cut me off?

Do your thing, road rage!

No, Dad!

"To escape these trials and tribulations,

"obey all traffic regulations.

"Follow the rules, each to the letter,

or ye shall be trapped forever and ever!"

Okay, I'll drive as careful as when I'm drunk

and trying not to get pulled over.

Who the hell is driving that thing?

Look at the mud flaps.

- Just speed up. - Huh?

If you go exactly the speed limit,

you should be able to make it to that turnoff ahead.

But you can't go over 55.

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What do I do?

Take your foot off the gas,

don't brake, and steer into the skid.

Which kid? I don't see a kid.

Who should I kill?

Not "kid," skid...!

Well, I assume it's smooth sailing from here.

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Wait, Homer can't break the rules.

But we can.

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Okay, Dad, just one more obstacle.

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Don't forget to signal.

Aah! No problem.

I'll just use a hand signal.

Aah! My signaling arm!

Oh.

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We're gonna make it!

I can't wait to hug your mother again.

Oh.

Complete the final

DMV challenge

or be trapped forever

in driver's ed hell.

Challenge? What challenge?

Parallel parking!

I can't parallel park.

I have no arms where my arms should be.

I can do it.

I guess it's up to you, Bart.

Okay, remember to pull up

about two or three feet away,

check your mirrors, and...

Aah!

- No! - No!

My Homie!

So where did you learn to parallel park like that?

That's parallel parking?

Oh. But what happened to Patty and Selma?

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- No...! - No...!

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