My Simpsons Guy Story

chapter 5: Simpsoncalifragilisticexpiala(Annoyed Grunt)cious

Meg was watching the Krusty Komedy Klassic with Bart, Lisa, and the Simpson parents as they had TV Tray Dinners. She didn't pay too much attention, but she did notice the acronym became KKK resolving to unfortunate implications and everyone in the Apollo Theater threw raw vegetables at the clown.

"I hope Mr. Cleveland isn't watching this show right now..." Meg said to herself.

"These specials get worse every year anyway." Bart replied.

Lisa reached for the remote. "I'll see what else is on," she then noticed it wasn't there. "Hey, where's the remote?"

Meg overheard Abe in the kitchen, talking aloud and went to see him. He had been using the television remote as a telephone.

"Stupid cordless phone." Abe murmured as he slammed down the remote.

"Uh, I'll take that, Mr. Grandpa Simpson." Meg smiled apologetically to him, taking the remote and returning to the couch with her temporary family she was staying with. She then flipped through the channels to find something better on.

"Mom, could ya get me some milk?" Bart asked his mother as she was feeding baby Maggie.

"Can't you get it yourself?" Marge nearly glared at him.

"Oh, it's okay..." Bart frowned. "I'll just go without liquid..." he pretended to look severally dehydrated like he was going to die.

Marge went to get it anyway, giving in.

"You know, Bart, it wouldn't hurt to at least help your mother..." Meg told her new friend.

"Yap, yap, yap, wait til you're a mom and your kids do this to you." Bart shrugged to her.

Meg scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.

"Does anyone else want anything while I'm up?" Marge asked from the kitchen.

"No." Lisa, Meg, and Homer replied.

Marge sat down after giving Bart his milk, but that prompted Homer to ask for a beer. Lisa then mentioned that there was a long and stringy blue hair in her soup.

Meg saw that and looked to Mrs. Simpson. "Do you get stressed?"

"Actually, yes I do sometimes, Megan..." Marge said a little danger pressured. She couldn't believe she had lost some of her hair. She then quickly excused herself, feeling ashamed.

"Your mother seems really upset about something," Homer said to the kids once they were alone. "I better have a talk with her..." he then looked to the TV, distracted. "During the commercial."

Meg sighed, she decided to be the one to talk with her friends' mother. "Mrs. Simpson?"

Marge was heard crying behind her bedroom door. She then cracked it open and saw the girl. "Oh, Megan..."

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Oh... I'm fine, I love my family, it's just... I wish they would appreciate me more... I feel like a prisoner in my own home."

Meg tried to think of a solution. "Why don't you hire a housekeeper or something? Someone to help you out around the house, huh?"

"Oh, I couldn't do that... Besides, I'll be okay..."

"Losing your hair is a sign of stress, Mrs. Simpson, my mom lost her hair once before Chris got into school," Meg coaxed. "I'd look into it if I were you... You don't have to... I could help you if you wanted..."

Marge smiled, bending down to her height and patted the girl's beanie covered head. "You're such a sweetheart... Has your mother hired a housekeeper?"