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1 [THUNDER RUMBLING]

[PANTING]

Finally, a galaxy without trolls.

Huh?

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Your reign of muscly heroism

ends here, Flexulon.

[SCREECHING]

[SHOUTS]

[GROANS]

Soar high, my golden friend.

For today, we die another day.

[LAUGHING]

[ROCK GUITAR SOLO PLAYS]

[LAUGHS] Next stop,

the dank sticky jungles of Bong-ulon Five.

- [TIRES SCREECHING] - [LAUGHING]

Dude, you shouldn't have let him eat

that whole pan of acid brownies.

In my defense, I-I thought it'd be cool,

and I was right.

_

So, since Otto has disappeared with our bus

and our brownie pans,

parents will have to drive their own children to school.

[OVERLAPPING COMPLAINTS]

Well, fewer of you would have to drive

if you sat down and arranged a carpool schedule.

[CLAMORING]

[PARENT] I'll kill you!

Or your children could walk to school

so none of you have to do anything.

[OVERLAPPING AGREEMENTS]

Walking it is.

However, we do need one parent volunteer

to complete our team of

noble crossing guards.

Just, uh, one engaged parent is all we need.

[OVERLAPPING GRUMBLING]

Hell yeah! You know I'm in.

I've been waiting for this my whole life.

Homer Simpson. Wonderful.

Hmm? What'd he say?

I was watching the trailer for the Revenge of the Nerds reboot.

John Cena is playing Booger.

Homer, you just volunteered.

Dear God.

No. Stop. Yield.

Well, he's got the lingo down. This guy's a natural.

[BIRD CAWS]

Now I got to wake up

at the butt-crack of dawn

to walk loser kids across some loser street.

[GROANS] Never have children, Lenny.

[LAUGHS] You don't have to worry about that.

- See, I was born without... - [ALERT BEEPING]

What the...? We've got a code blue in 7-G. Repeat, code blue.

[ALARM BLARING]

[GROANS] Anyhoo,

you notice there's an apple for sale in the vending machine?

[LAUGHS] I mean, who would buy that?

[ALARM CONTINUES BLARING]

- Double the coolant levels, now. - I'm on it.

Backup pumps on standby.

Carlson, decrease the steam valves by 60p.

Leonard, the control rods.

You, glasses, pray for all our souls.

Now, switch generators on my count.

Five.

- Four. - _

- Three. - _

Two.

Implement.

[POWERING DOWN]

[LAUGHTER]

- We did it! - Boolah, boolah.

[CLEARS THROAT] Um, fellas?

I'm the nuclear safety guy, right?

Shouldn't my console have been doing all that beepy stuff?

- Yeah, um, uh... [STAMMERS] - Uh, you see...

We kind of made it so that just my console does that now.

We just figured we'd lighten your load, buddy,

since you already do so much.

Like the March madness brackets.

And you're the go-getter who implemented

Jean-short Wednesdays.

Are you guys saying

I've never kept anyone safe?

Oh, sure you have, Homer. Just... by not doing anything.

My console isn't even plugged in.

I opened it, and it's full of cleaning supplies

and unsold Mr. Burns funkos.

[GROANS] This whole time I thought I mattered,

but I don't and I never did.

Well, you matter to me,

especially since it's Wednesday night.

Oh. Right. Scheduled sex.

[BOTH MOANING]

[HOMER] Okay, here we go...

Just give me a second here. [MOANS] Come on, just...

Almost... [GRUNTS] Um...

[MARGE] Uh, sweetie?

It seems like your light saber doesn't want to go "shwoom."

Did you go "Han Solo" earlier tonight?

[GROANS] I guess I'm useless everywhere.

I'm just gonna stay in bed tomorrow

and suck my nightstand ketchup packets.

Actually, you have to wake up at 6:00

- to be a crossing guard. - D'oh!

What do you guys think happened to Otto?

- Jail. - Jail.

- Jail. - Maybe he just got tired

of always running from the darkness.

Oh, God, there's Dad.

Please don't let him embarrass us.

Well, well,

time to help the baby brigade cross the road.

[LAUGHTER]

- [GROANS] - Oh, no.

I deserve your respect,

you little jerks.

Stupid kids. Without me,

they'd be stuck on one side of the street

for the rest of their lives.

Haw-haw! Got your octagonal sign.

Hey, give me that!

I need it to tell cars what to do. Stop!

No, you stop.

- [LAUGHS] - D'oh!

- [LAUGHTER] - [GRUNTS]

I'm a streetwalker.

Oh, no. I'm late for my AA meeting.

Hey there, gorgeous.

Hmm?

[GRUNTS]

[BOTH] Whoa.

My whole life just flashed through my pants.

Way to go, Homer!

You just saved this balding little scamp's life.

- All right, Homer. - You did it, Dad!

How about one for the paper, Mr. S.

I saved someone's life.

You hear that, world?

Homer Simpson matters!

[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

Oh, right. How about one of these?

- Whoo. - Whee!

[GRUNTING RHYTHMICALLY]

The last two endangered pandas on earth died today

in what zoo investigators are calling a grisly murder-suicide.

Adios, pandas. We'll see you at the crossroads.

We wrap up tonight's nightly reading of horrors

with a new optimistic segment I like to call

"Chicken Soup for the News."

The small-town crossing guard.

[CHUCKLES]

A job most Americans consider as charming as it is pointless.

Until last week,

when local hero Homer Simpson risked his life

to save one pumpkin-headed little boy.

And now, Simpson has become something

of a curbside celebrity.

What can Springfield do to show its love and appreciation

for local crossing guards?

I don't know. I guess we could use some new equipment.

These lawn chairs aren't very comfy

and these old sashes don't exactly "lift and support."

But you know what, Kent?

Keeping kids safe is its own reward.

God bless that saintly doughball.

That's it, I'm giving Springfield's crossing guards

an actual budget.

Not for self-serving political reasons,

but because I'm a man of principle

who wants to do good in the world.

Joseph, your turn on the sex chess board.

We can't very well play without our king.

Though the bishop may try.

♪

Wow, look at all this orange swag.

And that's just the beginning.

Now you'll be getting a full-time salary.

Ah, sweet cellophane Sally.

First, I get paid to be the timer

at a chess-themed sex orgy, and now this.

Homer, as the fella whose heroism got us here,

I nominate you as crossing guard captain.

[MARGE AND LISA] Ooh.

Look at my handsome man in uniform.

I don't know, Homer.

The only people that wear badges are power-hungry chumps

who want to keep the little guy down.

Are you talking about that security guard at the supermarket?

I wasn't trying to break the gumball machine.

I was just trying to shake out a purple.

Well, I'm proud of you, Dad.

Volunteering to serve the community

is the highest calling there is.

You know what's even better?

Volunteering for money. We're getting paid now.

I even got a budget for ten more guards.

And I'm only gonna hire the best and the brightest.

All right, rookies.

Not all of you are going to make it through training.

Look to your left, now look to your right.

That's how you know if a car is coming.

That concludes your training.

Heya, Homer. I-I can't thank you enough

for saving my Ralphy's life.

Of course, Chief. Just doing my job.

If you ever need a parking ticket thrown out

or someone else's DNA left somewhere, you just let me know.

[HUMMING]

Yarr, captain.

He didn't seek your permission to cross the seven stripes.

Crossing guard Stu

- thinks he's undermining you. - [GROANS]

- Where's the fire, buddy? - [EXCLAIMS]

Do you know how jay you were walking there, sir?

I-I-I don't know what that means.

All right, wise guy, I'm gonna have to ask you

to step out of the curb.

And keep your feet where I can see them.

[STAMMERS] I can't even see them.

Sir, calm down.

Look, I can let you off with a warning this time,

but just so you know, I run these streets.

I... what? No, you don't, I do.

Well, I run all the parts between the curbs. Got it?

Ooh, these are nice.

I'm gonna hold onto them,

unless you have a problem with that?

Yeah, no, no problem at all, um, uh, "cross-ifer."

Just have-have a nice day.

Stupid crossing guards,

think they're so tough with their cool orange vests.

Another curb kept safe

by captain Homer J. Simpson. Boys?

♪

[RAUCOUS LAUGHTER]

H-Here's that pitcher you asked for, squeaky voice.

That's Mr. Teen to you, rookie.

These new guys got no respect.

It ain't like when we started three weeks ago.

Homer, I've been trying to reach you.

Whoa, there, Skinner. This bar is crossing guards only now.

I don't even let Lenny and Carl in here no more.

Yeah, but did you read my urgent memo?

Tomorrow is the science fair, bake sale, and picture day.

Morning drop-off will be very challenging.

Now, uh, I'm not telling you how to do your job...

Are you telling me how to do my job?

No, I specifically said I'm not telling you how to do your job.

That's enough, Principal what's-ya-face.

No pedestrians allowed.

But, Homer, if we don't get this right,

it could be pandemonium.

[SCOFFS] Pandemonium.

It's pandemonium, folks. This is Arnie Pye,

reporting live high above an elementary school traffic jam

turned all-out scholastic fracas.

Surely this town's handsomely paid crossing guards

can bring order to this Monday morning mayhem.

- [HELICOPTER WHIRRING] - Oh, oh.

- Guys, stop it! - [GLASS SHATTERS]

[MOANING]

[MICE SQUEAKING]

- [OVERLAPPING SHOUTING] - [HORNS HONKING]

The punching is making things worse.

Don't make me blow my whistle at you.

Captain Simpson, the shaking of my car

is dangerously close to mixing

the hydrogen peroxide, yeast, and dish soap within.

- So? - Those ingredients create

a fascinating yet volatile substance

known as... [GASPS]

...elephant toothpaste.

This was the most expensive, destructive,

and disgusting riot since the Isotopes won the pennant.

Go Topes.

Crossing guard captain Homer Simpson,

what do you have to say for yourself?

[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

Um... um...

Ooh! What can I do? Who can I blame? Coastal elites?

Avocado socialists? The boy? [GASPS] I've got it.

Mr. Mayor, the blame falls squarely on the shoulders

of the crossing guards...'s inadequate budget.

We need more money!

More money?

More money for training, for equipment, for overtime,

so that your children can cross the street safely

at 3:00 A.M. if they want to.

[OVERLAPPING AGREEMENTS]

Throwing money at a deeply flawed institution

is bound to work.

Um, have you all been huffing evidence powder?

Homer Simpson and his chair-jockeys

royally screwed the pooch on this one.

And now you want to give him more money?

That makes absolutely no sense.

Listen up, wokester.

Guys like me are the last line of defense

between your school kids and guys like me

who text when they drive.

And if you don't like it,

you can jaywalk your ass back to Portland.

[CHEERING]

- Wha...? - All in favor of me

pulling a political 180 on this issue

and giving the crossing guards a blank check, say "aye."

- [ALL] Aye. - Nay.

Somebody get my enormous checkbook.

[CHEERING]

It worked.

Maybe I should've asked them for more, just in case.

And, uh, here's some more, just in case.

Ooh, these beanbag bazookas

can shatter a minivan windshield.

[GASPS] And it comes with a beanbag bandolier.

Look at you and your huge budget.

My big, strong leader in the streets

and in the sheets... the bedsheets.

I like that we kept our sunglasses on last night.

I couldn't see a thing.

Wow, look at all this cool stuff.

You are an all-powerful crossing God.

I thought you said badges were lame?

Hey, like everyone who comes into a ton of cash,

I've flip-flopped to the side of authority.

Oh, you're charging me, Francine?

Even though I keep your kids safe every morning?

Aiden? Charlotte?

Nearsighted Nicholas?

Oh, I'm sorry. It's on the house.

Thank you for your service, hero.

[SIGHS] I don't even have kids, but this guy scares me.

Um, Dad,

I worry that this massive increase in money and power

is subtly corrupting you. [CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]

Oh, honey, relax.

There's nothing subtle about it.

["WON'T GET FOOLED AGAIN" BY THE WHO PLAYING]

♪ Hey! ♪

- [GLASS SHATTERS] - Move, move, move!

[CROWD GASPING]

Nice job, squeaks.

Moleman, you got a couple of SJWs... suspected jaywalkers...

at three o'clock. Engage with extreme hostility.

[MOLEMAN OVER RADIO] Copy. Gun safety

and body cam off.

[GUNSHOTS]

Mm... Simpson and his orange shirts

are harassing citizens with complete disregard

for their civil rights.

I'm up to my eyeballs in angry emails

and nine-figure lawsuits.

Well, you could always, uh...

decrease their budget a bit.

- Defund us?! - [BOTH YELP]

My department does not have too much money.

How did you know what we were talking about?

Uh, surveillance satellite.

[BEEPING]

Aw, geez, we wanted one of those.

Uh, captain Simpson,

your crossing guards now take up

the vast majority of this town's budget.

We have no choice but to trim your budget by...

1.5 percent.

[STAMMERING] One point...

Sir, you're about to learn

the crossing guards are uncrossable.

[RAT SQUEAKING]

Where's the nice man who helps us cross?

I heard he lost his funding.

Let's just go by ourselves.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[BOTH SCREAM]

[HOMER] Welcome to mayor Quimby's Springfield,

population: two less kids.

Quimby and his fat-cop cronies

want to flood the streets with door-dashers,

rolling stoppers,

and yellow-light speeder-uppers.

Joe Quimby. Bad for Springfield.

Worse for America.

_

A smear ad?

It's not even an election year.

Is it?

Homer Simpson can bully this town,

its citizens, and their young children,

but he cannot bully me.

Clancy, shut him down.

With pleasure.

[GASPS]

My anti-Quimby ad got a million likes

on my "Thin Orange Line" Facebook page.

Look at all these supportive comments.

"Murder Quimby,"

"Dismember Quimby,"

"Go back in time and kill baby Quimby."

Ah, the Internet,

the marketplace of ideas.

You're endangering the lives of public officials.

Oh, come on, I'm just slinging a little mud.

What's the worst that could happen?

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[GASPS] Dear God...

_

That chair was my best friend on the force.

Who would dare do this?

[WIGGUM] Me would dare.

When you mess with the pig, you get the snout.

[SNORTS]

This is a chair too far, Wiggum.

My crossing guards and your cops

need to settle this once and for all,

at the most dangerous place in town.

What, that Brunchausen by Loxy Place

that's been poisoning everyone for attention?

No. The six-way intersection.

Well, well,

I thought cops only showed up after something bad happens.

[LAUGHTER]

We are sick of you crossing guards

and your unaccountable, super-macho,

hyper-sensitive, crazily militarized malarkey.

That's our thing, damn it.

No, that's our thing.

Who the hell are you?

We're ICE. Keeping this country safe

from cleaning ladies and college-age dreamers.

We're America's heroes.

You wish, kid-cagers. It's the TSA.

We keep this country safe,

one confiscated shampoo bottle at a time.

Think again, shoe sniffers.

The only force holding society together

is America's meter maids.

And meter butlers.

No, it's us, overzealous neighborhood watch guys

in right-to-carry states.

- [YELLS] - Whoop. Sorry, Clem.

[CLAMORING]

[AIRHORN BLOWS]

You all think you keep America safe?

[SCOFFS] How?

By hassling grandmas and wrecking quinceañeras?

By grazing my junk with your wand?

Or arresting bank robbers

who rob banks?

Unlike all of you,

I've earned the right to feel godlike.

I've actually saved a life.

[LIFEGUARD] Um, we save lives every day, bruh.

Shut up, lifeguards. This is a land argument.

But if the rest of you want to get nuts,

then come on, let's get nuts.

But mark my words,

before you cross the crossing guards,

you'd better look both way... [GRUNTS]

Hey, everybody. I'm back. I...

- Uh-oh. - [GROANS WEAKLY]

Am I gonna go to jail now?

I wouldn't dream of it.

[CHEERING]

Well, I hope you learned a valuable lesson, Dad.

Absolute power...

Is the best kind of power there is?

Is a warm beanbag bazooka?

Does bad things to society

and does strange things to me.

No. Once you militarized the crossing guards,

they became an army in search of an enemy.

And if the only tool you have is a hammer,

then everything starts to look like a nail.

Perhaps, but on the other hand...

- [BURPS, LAUGHS] - Ugh.

- Mom! - Gotcha!

Bart, say "excuse me."

[LISA] I don't care if he says excuse me, I want him

- not to burp in my face. - [CRYING]

- Lighten up, Lis. - [OVERLAPPING ARGUING]

Must hammer nails.

♪ If I had a hammer ♪

♪ I'd hammer in the morning ♪

♪ I'd hammer in the evening... ♪

♪ I got a hammer, and I've got a bell ♪

♪ and I've got a song to sing ♪

♪ all over this land ♪

♪ it's a hammer of justice ♪

♪ it's a bell of freedom ♪

♪ it's a song about love ♪

♪ between my brothers and my sisters ♪

♪ all over this land ♪

♪ it's a hammer of justice ♪

♪ it's a bell of freedom ♪

♪ it's a song about love ♪

♪ between my brothers and my sisters ♪

♪ all over this land. ♪

Shh!

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