Category Archives: Springfeld
Tree being Lemmy pretends to nab Bartholomew Smipson with his net…
… only to toss the transformed weapon into the air in a gesture of forgiveness for an old feud with the boy’s father involving a knife wound to the head. Homer thought he was just a mascot. He wasn’t. Bygones be bygones, though. Anyway, he tires of being mobile.
We will have to look elsewhere for explanations about the young skateboarder’s disappearance. Lemmy retreats inside the town’s famous lemon tree, feet back in the ground once more.
What an imagination!
Not here, eh? thinks visiting Wheeler from over at NWES City. He said he’s *always* here, spinning around the place on that oh-so-handy skateboard of his. And I so wanted to thank him for the other day. Oh well… just have to tell the others here that I came by; leave it at that. Maybe next time. I’ll try to message the little fellow.
… is in charge while the parents are away. It seemed like a good idea at the time. “She’s reading a book on the *theory of everything*”, the father reassures the more doubtful mother. “I think she can take care of two kids while we catch a movie.” The mother shed tears all the way through, but not because the film was good or bad (it was pretty bad). The mother knew something was wrong and that her 8 year old child shouldn’t be reading stuff so so deep.