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“You sexy thing, sexy thing. I believe in miracles…”, sang the radio along with a happy Homer, driving home from work. He parked the car and entered him home. The kids were watching TV and Marge was taking meals out of the oven. Having heard the door close, she shouted “Kids! Diner!” That night, the Simpsons were having chicken, except Lisa of course, who was having tofu.

-So then, Bart said, Mrs. Krabapple turned to the board and I used my last elastic to hit her glass of coffee, which made it tip and fall over our exams. I guess we’ll have to do it again, but now, I know what to study.

-And you, what did you do?

-We received the notes from our last exam. I got an A++… but of course, Alison had an A+++. Stupid Alison, Lisa said under her breath.

-Oh, Homer started, by the way honey, Mr. Smithers is coming to visit us tonight. He says he wants to talk about something important concerning the family. He didn’t mention what though.

***

Later that evening, Waylon Smithers arrived. They all sat in the dinning room, except Maggie who was sleeping upstairs.

-Ok, as I come here, know that this doesn’t concern your job at the power plant. This is on my own terms. Even Mr. Burns doesn’t know. Actually, this might be the one thing he doesn’t know about me.

They all looked at each other, meaning “yeah, that and the fact that you’re gay.”

-I come with a proposition. I’ve interacted quite often with your family and find it quite charming. On my time off, I built a company, Snurb Corporation, which is registered and legal. Officially, it researches pharmaceutics products, but it never saw the light of any medical stuff. Actually, it deals with underground pornography.

He waited until their obvious shock passed. They always are, he thought, but they always see the light.

-I very well understand your reaction, but believe me, it’s not as bad as it sounds.

-Get to the point, said Bart.

Waylon took a deep breath before blurting out the whole truth about why he was there.

-Homer, I would like you and your family to make pornographic videos.

Marge’s voice covered the rest: WHAT?!

-I understand your concern Mrs. Simpson, and…

-And nothing! I want you out of my house, NOW!

-Please, if you would just let me explain.

-Homer, show him the door. She didn’t shout anymore, but her voice was ice cold. Homer had rarely seen her so angry and he knew the best was to obey, for the time being at least.

-This way Mr. Smithers.

Homer followed Smithers to his car.

-Well, I’ve got your wife’s answer, but what did you thing, Homer?

-I don’t know… how much does it pay?

-5000 dollars for your first movie, if it’s what I’m interested in.

-5000?! That’s a lot of money!

-And easy money too… Look, I see your wife in the window looking at me and quite frankly, I’m scared of her. Here’s my card, call me on my beeper anytime, day or night.

Smithers slipped a card to Homer before taking off in his red convertible. Homer hummed while looking at the card, reading: Waylon Smithers, CIO of Snurb Corporation.


***

That night, when everyone was sleeping, Marge went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. She couldn’t sleep due to her thinking so much. She heard hernagging voice repeatedly saying “No”, to an invisible Smithers, along with how immoral it was, against the law and the bible… However, behind that voice was another one, smaller, telling her she never had any fun, that it could be an easy income. Marge was so self absorbed that she didn’t hear Bart come in.

-Hey mom.

-Hi sweetie. Why are you up so late? You have school tomorrow.

-I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about… homework.

-Homework?

-Well, maybe it’s about Mr. Smithers.

Bart served himself a glass of water before sitting down in front of his mother. They just sat there, silently except for the sips of water, lost in thought for a moment.

-What do you thing about this, asked Marge.

-I can understand why you don’t want to.

-But what do you think?

Bart took a drink of his water, not looking his mom in the eyes, uncomfortable.

-Why don’t you ask Lisa? She has an opinion on everything.

-Because I want to know your thoughts. Bart took another nervous drink, still not looking her in the face.

-Well I… suppose… it would be alright.

He didn’t look at her, but he felt her eyes. Mad eyes? Sad eyes? She took a sip. Her little boy was becoming a man.

-How, asked Marge, amazingly controlling her voice to keep it neutral, how would this be alright?

-You’re mad, aren’t you.

-I’m not mad, I’m just… concerned, as Smithers said. Concerned for all of your well beings.

-Well, the way I see it, it would bring the family together in a fun activity and we’d be paid for it.

-What about the law? What if we get caught?

-Ask Smithers. You didn’t leave him much time to explain himself. I’m sure if he does this, he must have a good backup plan.

Bart got up and returned to his room. Marge just looked into the darkness. Maybe… he was right. In some twisted way, what he said was true. What is they did do it? Would it really be better? First thing would have to be talk to Mr. Smithers, and then choose.

Marge went back to her room and returned to bed. Homer wasn’t asleep. She knew because he wasn’t snoring, and because a Snrub Corporation card was left on her pillow.

***

The next day, Marge confirmed with Lisa, the only who hadn’t given her opinion yet, if she was for or against it. Lisa gave her the big thumbs up, having herself already considered the matter. If any doubt was left in Marge’s mind, it all left with the confidence in Lisa’s voice.

That day, none of them could concentrate on their tasks, which obviously didn’t change much for Bart). Marge even had to get cookies at the store because she burned hers. And finally, the time came. Smithers rang.

-Mr. Smithers, welcome back. Please come in.

-Thank you Mrs. Simpson. I suppose that means you’ve reconsidered my proposition.

-I really much apologise for all this. I overreacted. As for your proposition, we’ll have to talk first.