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King, have you ever seen such drool gushingly beautiful tentacles?

You are overcome by love, I see.

Brave demon, we will help you defeat the humans. Then we will marry you and bear

you 10 ,000 squidlets.

Your feeble guns are useless against our battle tomes.

Ride this, you bug -eyed freak.

Offensive.

Halt,

look! A zero -point shard. Get it before the demon destroys the island with its

power.

Warning. The demon has flung us into an inter -reality wormhole.

Recommend maximum terror.

Wait. I can redirect the wormhole to send us safely home to Springfield.

Stand back.

Wormhole calibration is an incredibly delicate task.

Recalibrate! Recalibrate!

No! We have to go back to the island!

Springfield! Island!

Springfield! Island!

Springfield! Island!

Springfield! Island!

Springfield Island.

It's incredible.

Now to conquer it.

Stupid

remote.

Probably out of batteries like an inconsiderate jerk.

find a glowing shard, call the police.

It's alien, uncontrollable, immensely powerful, and deadly.

Hmm. Something, something, powerful, and something.

A lot of power, all right.

Ooh, Easter egg.

OK, Homer.

Do the thing you never do at work.

Focus.

Now we're remoting.

Is that a shard?

And what are you doing to my living room?

Making it better. Try the couch.

Oh, it is soft.

But you know I don't like alien tech in the house.

Marge, with this remote, I can turn all of Springfield into a paradise.

And the tire fire.

Save local journalism.

Make something wonderful for all of us. But can you make good decisions and...

Hmm?

Oh, go wild.

I'll save this for later, baby.

But right now I got a device I don't understand, a high school degree I

earned, and no sense of personal limits.

I'm off to create nirvana!

Thank you,

kind sir.

Chocolate syrup?

A fireman's drink!

Pour me a frosty mug of sugar, Moe.

Making a town perfect is thirsty work.

Yeah, Homer, I swore I'd rip off my own head before ever saying this, but... Oh,

now! I love that now my toilet has a never -ending supply of toilet paper.

I got lots of great ideas.

You ever look up at the sky and think, if the moon is made of cheese, why can't

it be melted on giant nachos?

Don't get too showy, pal.

Some out -of -town dungballs have been looking for you. They say that shard of

jig is dangerous.

Don't let them know I'm here.

Yeah, don't worry. I kept them busy with one of your little, uh, improvements.

Hey, these snacks you gave us are moving.

Yeah, they're self -feeding pretzels, huh? Open your mouth, they walk right

Chomp away!