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♪ The Simpsons 22x06 ♪ The Fool Monty Original Air Date on November 21, 2010
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PILOT We're unbalanced!
It's not fair!
I'd like to call to order this secret conclave
of America's media empires.
We are here to come up with
the next phony baloney crisis
to put Americans back where they belong--
in dark rooms, glued to their televisions,
too terrified to skip the commercials.
Well, I think... NBC, you are here
to listen and not speak!
I think we should go with a good old-fashioned
public health scare.
A new disease! No one's immune!
It's like the summer of the shark,
except instead of a shark, it's an epidemic...
and instead of summer, it's all the time!
That is smokin'!
Now I hate to be the guy who derails
what everybody else loves...
He loves being that guy.
But, Janice, we do have standards.
This can't be a made-up disease.
The only moral thing to do
is release a deadly virus into the general public.
We do have something we've been holding onto,
but it hasn't been tested.
Get over here, NBC.
Well, we certainly believe in testing,
but I... Oh!
Wow. Wow! Oh, yeah!
So, we've got our deadly disease.
Now we just have to blame it on something
that's in every household...
something that people are a little bit afraid of already.
Housecat Flu is coming, people!
The Center for Disease Disinformation predicts
with some degree of probability
that the Housecat Flu might spread in the following
hypothetical outbreak pattern.
So petter beware, that warm body on your lap just might be
ready to destroy your tender vittles.
Springfielders are advised to stay tuned for more information
if they experience any of the following symptoms:
mild thirst, occasional hunger, tiredness at night...
You know, I don't know when this was ever a good idea.
Hurry up, boy!
We have to burn everything the cat touched,
before the virus makes us paranoid!
Homer!
Stop burning!
They have a vaccine!
All right. We'll get the vaccine.
Homer, did you know he was in the pile?
I thought he was an old clump of rags.
Don't worry, people.
We have enough vaccines for...
one child per family.
I don't even have a kid that I admit to having.
Please use your time in line wisely
to "Sophie's Choice" your child.
What a crook!
This isn't the line for a movie.
Why are you wearing that costume?
Because, you see, I am afraid of needles, but Wolverine is not.
Snikt! Snikt!
Need... acceptable currency... Ooh...
for delicious treat... Ooh!
Mr. Burns? Where's he going?
Yes, I'd like 37 snifters of your influenza syrup.
One for me, one for Smithers here and the rest for my hounds.
Give him what he wants. He's the only taxpayer in this town.
But Mr. Mayor, these people have waited in line.
And dogs can't even get the disease.
They'll see me take it and they'll want some.
Yes 'oo will. Yes 'oo will, you little jelly belly.
Sir, perhaps we should get out of here,
before people start resenting you.
Hooh! Hurry up and get in! I'll drive.
Hurry, everyone! Roll in the shards!
Come on! Like this!
Healthy. Gettin' healthy. Ow!
Gettin' healthy... and very sleepy.
Ahh!
I feel as hail and hearty as an eohippus.
Eh, Mr. Burns, I did a little blood work earlier today
and I'm afraid I've got a bit of hard news.
Spit it out, Doctor! I haven't got all day.
Eh, you certainly don't.
You see, I'm afraid you're dying.
Dying?!
Yes. It's a number of factors, really:
whooping cough, hectic fever, cancrum otis,
Wellington's ooze, the Lambeth plague, and skull collapse.
How long do I have?
Five, six weeks tops.
You might live to see
the Wheat-Eared Warbler return to Swinton Park.
But I wouldn't count on it.
You... want me to tell the employees, sir?
No. It's better that they hear it from me.
I'll tell them the truth in the simplest way I know how.
Aw, why did Burns make us all come here?
I bet he's got something up his sleeve.
I don't like that he hired a band to play ominous music.
Good evening. I have very sad news for all of you.
Or maybe he's going to jack up our electric rates.
Whew! I will have to hand-crank my wiener warmer.
Hand-crank my wiener warmer!
The truth is... I'm dying.
Hell, yeah!
Finally, a break for the black man!
This better not be a gag!
It's not! My days are Roman-numeraled!
Stop this! Stop this at once, or I'll...
Or what? You're just gonna die soon anyway!
I'm warning you!
You are making a very powerful temporary enemy!
Sir, you'd better not rile them up.
The first course is oysters on the half shell.
I see. I'm well and truly hated.
However, you will change your tune
when you see the legacy I'm leaving behind me.
I'm leaving all my money to an orchard
that will grow inedible "me"-shaped fruits.
They're as addictive as they are poisonous.
Melt his ice sculpture!
It's starting to drip!
♪ La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la... ♪
I haven't a friend in the world.
You have me, sir.
I pay you, Smithers.
No kind of love can come
from one man paying another.
Well, but there's...
I'll just retire to my bed.
Uh... that's where we put everyone's coats.
Shred them in the wood chipper, and use the rags to wax my car.
Why does everyone hate me?
Sir, what are you doing?
Smithers, I want to die quietly, on my own terms...
crushing as many of those baby sea turtles as I possibly can.
Good-bye, insufficiently cruel world!
Oh, no...
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Anthill, wasp nest, moose poop, Mr. Burns...
Mr. Burns?!
My poop stick has brought him back to life!
But which end?
What do you want?
Come on, man, leave me alone.
Friend?
You my mommy-daddy-puppy?
Whoa! Your brains have turned to oatmeal!
My name Oatmeal?
This is too weird, man.
Wait for Oatmeal!
Oh! What am I gonna do with you?
Look, I know you're cool now,
but my dad hates you more than celery,
and my mom said no new pets, so I'm hiding you in my room.
Oatmeal accept premise.
Bart, who are you talking to?
And what's all that noise?
Ah, I'm playing with my Sergeant Activity Doll.
Why not buy another of me?
Hmm.
Well, okay.
Okay, okay! I'll find you some food.
Me not feel good.
Hey pal, you look like you lost your best friend.
Mm. He was more than a friend.
He was the reason I got up in the morning.
Because he would inject me with coffee at 6:00 a.m.
in the back of the head.
My new boss will never take his place!
New boss, huh? What's he like?
Oh, a lot like my old boss.
Ruthless. Went to Yale.
Made a fortune in energy.
Basically hairless. Oh, yeah.
He likes to stack men naked.
I guess that's a start.
A philanthropist, a humanitarian, a man of peace...
these are among the people who've come today
to spit in Montgomery Burns' open grave.
The fact that Burns' 37-pound body was never found
did nothing to lessen the salivary salvos.
Hold, please.
You may continue.
I hope they use that spit for a good cause,
like sealing wedding envelopes.
Or helping a railroad worker grip his sledgehammer!
Now they're dancing on his grave!
Dance, you sons of bitches!
Dance like it's me down there!
Thank God Mr. Burns isn't alive to see this.
Come back!
I'm not finished giving you your bath!
Attack during their sacred holiday!
Hmm, apparently Mr. Burns is in a state of shock
from the trauma he underwent.
Oh man, this is great!
The most evil man in town is in our power.
He will do my bidding...
at that fantasy football auction.
And anything else my limited imagination can come up with.
Just because Mr. Burns was mean to you,
that doesn't give you the right to abuse him when he's helpless.
Marge, it's the golden rule:
treat others the way they mess with you.
It's not up to you.
We're going to take him to our moral and civic leaders.
They'll know the right thing to do.
All those in favor of treating Mr. Burns
the way he messed with us, say "aye."
Aye! People of Springfield!
To quote Shakespeare,
"The quality of mercy is not strained."
Boo!
You know, it takes a lot
for an eight-year-old to stand up in front of the whole town!
Eight-year-old? I always thought you were a midget!
We're called "little people," and I'm not one.
People of Springfield, as a nerd,
I understand your desire for revenge,
but this sweet, harmless man
is not the same remorseless monster who tormented us all.
He's close enough!
Yeah, Seaside Heights ain't Maui,
but, uh, you take what you can get. Whoa!
You done pullin' the wings off of those bees?
Almost, Mr. Vice President.
May I ask why I'm doing this?
I don't know. I'm bored.
When my old boss got bored, he liked to listen
to Thomas Edison reciting "Mary Had a Little Lamb"
on a wax cylinder.
What do you think I am, 1,000 years old?
I got a myPod full of Lee Greenwood.
Now boy, everyone in town gets Burns
for half an hour to do as they will.
This town can't teach its kids or collect its garbage,
but we lead the nation in pointless revenge.
Amen. Oh!
Okay, Burnsie, follow the carrot!
Dad! You're gonna wreck him for everybody!
Don't worry, boy. Another girder always swings in
for you to walk on right when you get to the end.
Where's the other girder?
Ow!
Okay, here's your choice:
cash in my hands or blood on the jerky.
I believe you want the assistant manager, sir.
Oh, I can't shoot him. I've got him next.
Well, that is your bad luck, because he is mine right now.
Come back in half an hour. He can be your accomplice.
I was going to take him ice skating.
What was that?
Nothing.
What was that? Ice skating?
Do you do axels and Salchows?
What do you do?
Check out my new dad! Sorry, lame-o!
It's 2:00, which makes him my Uncle Ed for an hour.
No, it's Saturday, which makes him that guy at the Youth Center
who really believes in me.
There's still time for me to turn my life around, right?
It's not that easy, man!
All yours.
What did you do with him?
Found a way to use him as a bong.
Dad, Mr. Burns is here for you again.
Already?
A little tired of revenge, are we?
Yeah, I've done all I can do in that medium.
All right. Mr. Burns, I'm going to show you
that not all of us in this town are vindictive and cruel.
Not today.
I thought, after all you went through,
you just might want to spend an hour
in a place where you felt at home.
Lots of room for friends.
Actually, sir, the man who lived here didn't have many friends.
But you're a better person than he ever was.
That's me!
Yes, technically it's you.
But like I said, people change.
And they can also bloody well change back!
Daddy's home.
I don't have time for the papers, Smithers.
Any terrorist attacks on American soil today?
I'm sorry, but no. Oh...
Smithers!
Trading me in for a younger model, I see.
Mr. Burns! You're alive!
I'm so happy I could... hug you!
And me smell like drugstore cologne
the rest of the day? I don't think so.
You may hug... my shadow.
Oh, Mr. Vice President...
I've loved this time we've spent in this dormant volcano, but...
You're leaving me, aren't you?
I... I am.
You realize that every time I don't get what I want,
Al Qaeda wins?
Can I go now? Yes.
I just need to erase your memory.
BURNS Attention, insects!
The foot of reckoning has arrived!
Hey there, Mr. Burns!
For our half hour, I thought we'd have a picnic in the park.
Silence, you sadistic monster!
I've got my memory back,
and I'm going to wreak a terrible vengeance.
Taking an idea I got from a Stephen King book,
I'm going to cover this town with a dome!
It's been done!
Really?
You don't say.
Did you know about this?
Mm-hmm.
I see.
Well, what if I cover you all with...
a cube of bulletproof plexiglas?!
Uh, it's pretty much the same thing.
Plus we could always dig ourselves out,
although that never seems to occur to anybody.
Set 'er down, Smithers.
Mr. Burns, you can't hurt us after all we've done for you.
What the devil are you talking about?
You were given six weeks to live,
and you've outlived it!
I think what kept you alive
was that for once in your life you were helping other people.
Could it be?
Perhaps kindness did keep me alive.
Young man, would you like a lemon drop?
Mmm!
It wasn't kindness that was keeping me alive,
it was bile building up inside!
Loathing is my life blood, and rage my royal jelly!
So yes, thank you, Springfield, for giving me
the secret to eternal life-- hate!
You're welcome!
What are you doing here?
You were my father for two hours,
and I'm not letting this dad get away!
Oh! Preposterous!
I won't be Bismarcked into fathering anyone!
Listen, old man.
I need someone to cheer me on in the school play.
And it's gonna be you,
or this copter's goin' down!
You know I'll do it!
Thank God your son can't see the way you're behaving.
My son? My son?!
The truth is... I don't have a son!
Haw-haw! Haw-haw!
That's my boy!
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Shh!