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I don't care what Bart says,

there's nothing crazy about taking your cat for a walk.

_

Huh?

Wow. What is this place?

This park is a paradise for emotional support animals

and their caring human partners.

Oh, that's lovely.

Now get out!

Your mangy cat can't be in here if she's un-vested.

Oh, but my kitty is so empathetic.

She's the most caring, lovable, gentle,

sweet...

My anxiety chicken!

Somebody do something!

I can't do things, I'm an empath.

I'm conflict-averse.

Support me, Apples.

Oh, boy.

Well, it was peck-and-go for a minute there,

but Gwyneth Poultry is gonna be all right.

Here's your astronomical bill.

Oh, they'll be covering it.

$16,000?! For a chicken?

I just ate a whole bucket of them for 20 bucks.

Prosthetic beak? Cluck-lear implant?

Bawk therapy? We don't have the money for this.

Hmm...

They say all it takes to financially ruin a family

is one unexpected medical bill.

Who knew ours would be for jacking up

some bougie-ass chicken?

I am so sorry. You can sell my Malibu Stacy Dream House.

It's increased in value. I just redid the kitchen.

Relax. We're not gonna sell your toys.

The sax is where the real money is.

Homer.

What? My upper-lower, middle-lower,

lower-class income isn't gonna get us out of this.

Hmm. In order to save this family,

I'm gonna have to do something I've never done before,

get a job.

Oh, you've had tons of jobs:

cop, realtor, gym owner, erotic baker,

weed sommelier.

Those were for my own growth.

This time, it's not personal.

Ooh, this one sounds perfect.

They're hiring cooks.

Ooh, cooking. That's one of the only things

I don't doubt myself at.

"Exciting work, competitive salary,

team players wanted at GimmeChow."

What's GimmeChow?

It's a new food delivery app.

The teachers have been using it ever since

Lunch Lady Dora was on Cafeteria Nightmares.

They're only hiring for evening shifts.

Evenings? That's when you and the food make dinner happen.

I don't know how to make pork chops.

Where do you kill the pigs? In the sink?

Come on, guys. We can help Mom out

and cook dinner as a family.

Aw, geez, you know, I probably would not...

Yeah, I'd love to, but that's...

Homie, we need this.

Honey, of course we're all happy to help.

Look, I'm already cooking.

This is how nachos are born.

Mr. Largo? But you already have a job.

I teach music in a public school, Marge.

Do the math. I sure didn't.

Folks, I'm Finn Bon Idée.

I am CEO and head mind-blower here at GimmeChow,

and I came up with a way to disrupt restaurant delivery.

By getting rid of the restaurants.

Introducing

the GimmeChow ghost kitchen.

20 new delivery-only dining concepts,

operating out of one central kitchen, ours.

Together, me and you, and your shift manager...

Jill Junderson.

...are gonna revolutionize food delivery

and feed all our friends here in...

"Spring-feld."

That's the excitement I like to...

Oh, we got a question.

Wait, so one kitchen is pretending to be 20 restaurants

when it's actually zero restaurants?

It sounds like you're catfishing the public.

Think of it as catfish po'boy-ing them,

which is a special at Mama Juju's Bayou Bistro.

How much does this job pay?

Minimum wage.

Plus overtime. Sweet, juicy overtime.

That'll replace the newspaper in your wallet.

And believe me, this job's gonna be

"easy peasy like grilled cheesy."

One Easy Peasy Grilled Cheesy. That's you, Chef.

Chef? Wow. No one's ever called me...

Make that 11 grilled cheeses.

Six sushi burritos. 21 loaded churros.

They're not stopping!

Cheeses. I need cheeses.

Cheesus, Allah, Buddha, Hashem. We need 'em all, Chef.

Hot stuff coming through, Chef.

For the last time, you're not my type, Chef.

- Corner. - Behind.

- Under. - Whoo. Over.

- Betwixt. - Ceiling.

Baloney banh mi. Veal lover's pizza.

And fire those grilled cheeses, Chef.

Heard, Chef. Give me a sec. I need mayo.

- Ah! - Please don't press charges.

My parole officer's trying to three-strike me

instead of breaking up with me like a man.

It's fine. It's fine. It's not deep.

Oh. Where the hell's the mayo?

Here's your mayo, Chef.

Ah. This is Wing Hut on Super Bowl Sunday all over again.

Where the hell are my damn grilled cheeses, Chef?

Ah. Spill. Sorry, Chef. I'll get it.

[BLEEP]

Here's your pho, Chef.

Yes, Chef. No, Chef.

Get your dumplings off my burner.

Homer, it's afternoon. Why didn't you wake me up?

I tried, but you hit me with a spatula.

Oh, this is my only day with all of you and I missed it.

How are things at GimmeChow, Mom?

It's been two months of hell.

Last night, Kirk lost the tip of his finger

in someone's disco fries.

Disco guys like disco fr...

Oh, God!

So, how's dinner been going without me?

Great. Tonight, we're all making lasagna.

You know, cooking as a family has been kind of fun.

- Right, kids? - Mm-hmm.

Oh... Knowing you all are making home-cooked meals together

is the only thing getting me through this.

Love you so much. Bye.

She's gone. It's GimmeChow time.

I'm getting pizza, pierogis, and paella.

Fish-and-chips and cake pops for me.

Guys, we've been ordering delivery for two months.

I'm getting an ulcer from all the lying.

Or all the chile rellenos.

We got to tell Mom.

Hey, hey, hey. Bup-bup-bup-bup-bup.

Let's not do anything rash.

We'll totally cook for ourselves, tomorrow.

But we still need to eat tonight, right?

Indian food, maybe?

Well, I am a little hungry.

Tofu tikka masala.

Mmm. Tofu tikka masala.

Tofu tikka masala. Order up.

Hey, hey, good news, gang. Don't stop working.

You guys have been such rock stars,

management is gifting you all smartwatches.

Apple Watches?

Ankle watches. Monitors, really.

They buzz and say stuff to make sure

you're always hustling and a-grinding.

Gil, did you have a chance to ask payroll

about our overtime?

You know, Marge, I did. Funny story.

Turns out, since you work past midnight,

those hours count as a new day,

so you won't be getting overtime.

That story's not funny at all.

Rest detected.

Activating motivational zaps.

Ow! I'm moving, I'm moving.

We work hard for that money, and you're stealing it.

Look, GimmeChow's just a start-up,

so money's really tight.

You understand, right?

GimmeChow? More like "holy cow"

'cause their stock just went through the roof.

Ever since the pivot to ghost kitchens,

this app is on fire.

We've got GimmeChow CEO, Finn Bon Idée,

who, as of today, is the world's newest billionaire.

Billionaire?

Ben, congrats! What's your secret?

No secret, Cliff.

I just work a lot harder

than anybody else at GimmeChow.

Mom, is everything okay?

I'm fine, honey. Just watching the man

who's been cheating me out of my overtime pay.

It kind of shakes my faith in billionaires.

Oh, this is all my fault.

I feel so guilty your having to work this hard.

It's okay, sweetie.

We're getting there, slowly.

It just never seems to go up.

Cliff, GimmeChow is a family,

united by one goal:

enriching our shareholders. I mean that.

United. That's it. You could start a union.

A union? That could be good,

but you know how I feel about fusses, let alone making them.

Gotta run, Cliff.

I'm doing ayahuasca with Jeff Bezos

in outer space.

Okay, let's bring this jerk back down to Earth.

Union? I don't know, Marge.

The podcaster who tells me how to be a free-thinker

says unions are for communists.

Unions are the reason we have child labor laws

and pensions and the weekend.

He was union's idea?

Sure was. What do you drivers think?

Marge, I hate-a the GimmeChow.

First, they drive-a me out of the business,

and then they rip-a me off.

This is a-not okay.

But I can't afford to make-a the waves.

Please just consider signing these union cards.

And keep this quiet.

We don't want management to hear about this yet.

Hey, you're in for a treat, gang!

For no reason whatsoever,

management has asked me to play this educational video for you.

So, eyes up, ingrates.

Hey, team, if you're watching this,

your kitchen has been infested.

But not with mice or roaches, which are fine,

but with talk of unionizing.

Unionizing? What's that?

- Sounds scary. - It is, Chef.

Joining a union would add another person to your kitchen:

- the Union Ogre. - Oh!

I create an unnecessary barrier between you and management.

And I take money out of your pocket.

Hey, I could have bought a neck tattoo with that.

Let's kill this monster before he kills us.

They'd rather spend their money

on unsettled cartoons than paying us fairly?

At least, make it live action! We're grownups, people!

- Yeah. - Where's Betty Boop?

That does it. Marge, here's my signed union card.

We're with you, honey.

Homie. Homie, guess what.

We did it. We started a union.

Oh, that's, uh, great, honey.

That's great.

Whoops. Sorry.

Too much Tuscan osso buco.

Which we made as a family, of course.

You think management will retaliate against me?

Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, honey.

Corporations aren't vengeful, just people.

Vengeful people.

Good news, Marge,

management's decided to reimagine your role

in the company.

You're firing me for starting a union?

I wish. We can only fire you

for being bad at your job.

So you just got promoted to delivery driver.

You got 60 minutes to deliver 40 orders,

or you're out on your keister, with cause.

Can't forget about cause, ah-cha.

On your mark, get set...

go!

Oh!

Where in the hell is my banana cream pie?

I'm gonna make it. One last order,

but it's too big to throw.

Aah!

Oh, no. No!

Delivery failed.

Food's... here!

Homer, you're user "Mm-Food"?

You've been placing giant orders every night.

We thought it was a hobo camp with a stolen credit card.

You haven't been cooking at all.

Sushi time!

Worst of all, my family lied to me.

No, worst of all is

you're fired with cause!

If you're hungry, we've got dinner.

I am so hungry,

and Mom's eating all the empanadas

with the wrong sauces.

Not the verde, use the roja. Roja!

She wouldn't starve her family

over one little act of betrayal, would she?

Let's go for the pot stickers, real casual.

No wonder this jug hasn't been going up.

You've been getting delivery for weeks.

Honey, we tried cooking,

but do you have any idea how hard it is

to make dinner every single night?

My own family betrayed me.

You know what family would never do that?

My union family.

And now, I can't even be a part of that.

Hmm?

What are you all doing here?

Aren't you supposed to be at work?

We were so manchego cheesed about not getting paid

our overtime that we decided to go on strike.

And we can't strike without our leader.

Oh.

And guess what, Tube Dress?

All the other delivery app workers are striking with us.

Every food delivery app in Springfield is shut down.

Yes!

No!

_

Stupid strike. I didn't realize it,

but I've gotten addicted to GimmeChow.

I haven't eaten since this whole thing started.

Why don't you get something from the cafeteria?

Food only tastes good when someone brings it to me now.

Whoa, geez.

- Easy there, Homer. - You could've fried

every electronic device in Springfield.

Mmm, fried electronic device.

Aw, that one didn't even make sense.

I'm losing it. I need to eat.

I'd sign a deal with the devil himself

to get my GimmeChow back.

Hello?

Yes, this is union rabble-rouser Marge Simpson's husband.

Tonight on "Dollars: the GimmeChow Strike."

Sweet for labor, or bat for business? You decide.

Zooming in from Springfield, union capo,

Marge Simpson. Marge,

I'm gonna be as impartial as possible here.

Why are you starving America with your psychotic demands?

We're not starving anyone.

All we want is our fair share.

Is that too much to ask?

Yes. And here to tell us why

is GimmeChow's new brand ambassador,

- Homer Simpson. - What?

Hey, Cliff. Big fan of your whole deal.

Homer, you're working for them?

I sure am.

I was honored when GimmeChow offered to pay me

in GimmeChow gift cards to talk to America

about... "how unions get in the way of innovation."

You're in a union at the nuclear plant.

And I haven't innovated one thing over there.

Look, we're living in the future.

This little device can get me anything I want.

Songs, sneakers, anonymous gay hook-ups, so I hear.

Why shouldn't it also bring me food?

But at the cost of human misery?

Misery is how all the best stuff is made.

Pyramids, railroads, the blues,

those great soccer stadiums in Qatar,

all the things America loves.

Why do you hate America, Marge? Ow!

Hey! Ow! Marge, stop.

I encourage everyone

who respects workers' rights

to join us on the picket line.

When we stand together, we win.

Marge, your speech on TV worked.

Looks like the whole town's with us.

Hey, hey, we get how you feel.

Oh, that's so nice.

Now get in the kitchen and cook our meals.

- What? - Attention, union thugs.

The eaters of Springfield have had enough.

You have awoken a lazy giant.

You're just corporate shills standing in the way of justice.

Shut up, burger flippers.

Just for that, I'm gonna spit in your face instead of your food.

Good news, everyone.

I found a way to end the strike.

You're meeting our demands?

No. I'm firing everyone.

Aw...

Because GimmeChow Ghost Kitchens are now fully robotic.

And food deliveries are back with non-complaining drones.

Ah.

I guess the greed of the most selfish

will always squash any hope of a decent life

- for the rest of us. - Oh, my guy.

Great work, Homer.

Really, I could not have busted up

this union without you.

And stabbing your wife in the back? Nice.

Gee, when you say it like that,

it sounds like I stabbed my wife in the back.

Oh... I thought that fried food

delivered by electronic devices

would've been my dream come true.

That's it.

Fried electronic devices, now it makes sense.

_

My work is done.

The malfunctioning drones are dropping everything

from apple pies to zucchini fries,

but nothing is tanking faster than GimmeChow stock.

Props, where the hell's my tank?

I can't get disrupted. I'm the disruptor.

I'm the crusher of unions.

- I'm the... Oh! - _

That's what I get for using non-union prop guys.

Marge!

Homer, only you could make a mess this big.

I did it for you, honey.

All the food in the world means nothing to me

if you're not there to keep me from choking on it.

With his automated robots destroyed,

Finn Bonne Ideé was forced to hire union workers

at a fair wage, including overtime.

Homer used his GimmeChow gift cards

to pay off the chicken's medical expenses.

And Marge forgave Homer,

but then brought it up every time they fought

for the rest of their marriage.

Shh!

- synced and corrected by sot26 - www.addic7ed.com