Experimenting with a dangerous all-syrup Squishee, Bart and Milhouse get loopy and run around Springfield singing and having adventures. Waking up with a massive Squishee hangover, Bart remembers that he enlisted in the Junior Campers, the dweebiest after-school program in the world. Bart is prepared to quit the group, but decides to stay when group leader Ned Flanders leads a lesson on using a pocketknife. Bart becomes entranced by Junior Camping, attending meetings and becoming an expert at tying knots. When it comes time for the annual Junior Campers' father and son rafting trip, Bart is too embarrassed of Homer to invite him along. Homer comes anyway, and his terrible navigation and rowing skills land Bart, Ned and Todd way up a creak with no way home. Luckily, Homer saves the day when he's able to smell out a nearby Krusty Burger franchise.
Bart: Oh, man, how are we supposed to kill the rest of the afternoon? Bum: You mustn't kill time, boys, you must cherish it. Seize the day! ...Can I have some change to go get loaded?
Bart: OK, we're young, rich, and full of sugar. What do we do? Milhouse:[yelling] Let's go crazy, Broadway style!
Barney: I don't know where you magic pixies came from but I like your pixie drink.
Bart:(reading knife safety) "Don't do what Donny Don't does." They could have made this clearer.
(Bart comes home from scouts after the announcement of the father-son river rafting trip) Homer: How was jerk practice, boy? Did they teach you how to sing to trees? And build crappy furniture out of useless wooden logs? Huh? (the green chair Homer is sitting on falls suddenly. Homer is struggling to get up) Homer: Stupid poetic justice! (continues grunting and squirming as Bart walks by him) Bart: Actually we were just planning the father-son river rafting trip. Homer: He he. You don't have a son.
Bart:[to himself] Look, Homer won't want to go, so just ask him and he'll say "No." Then it'll be his fault. Homer:[to himself] I don't want to go, so if he asks me to go, I'll just say, "Yes!" Homer's brain: Wait! Are you sure that's how this sort of thing works? Homer: Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip! [Homer and Bart march towards each other] Bart:[through clenched teeth] Dad, I really want you to come on this trip with me. Homer:[through clenched teeth] Bart, I'd be delighted to go on your trip with you. Bart & Homer: D'oh!
_________________ Gotta say it now.... better loud than too late.
Post subject: Re: Simpsons EOTM 36: Boy-Scoutz N' The Hood (season 5)
Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 10:39 am
Got Some
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Sugar do-do-do do, do do...
[Homer searches under the couch for a peanut] Homer: Hmm...ow, pointy! Eww, slimy. Oh, moving! Ah-ha! [looks, then says remorsefully] Oh, twenty dollars...I wanted a peanut! Homer's brain: Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts! Homer: Explain how. Homer's brain: Money can be exchanged for good and services. -- The voice of reason, "Boy Scoutz 'N the Hood"
Homer: [scoffing] Well, if it isn't the leader of the wiener patrol, boning up on his nerd lessons. Marge: Homer, you should be more supportive. Homer: You're right, Marge. Good work, boy. [ruffles his hair] [Marge leaves] [singing] Egghead likes his booky-books! Marge: Homer! Homer: Just tucking him in.
Ned: Well, I guess now we know why they call them "rapids" and not "slowpids", huh? Bart: [appreciative] Ha, ha! Homer: You are not my son!
Homer: [singing] Sugar, do-do-do do, do do, Oh, honey honey, do-do-do do, do do, You are my candy girl... [batteries in walkman run down] Lousy piece of junk! [throws it into the water] Todd: Hey...I got that for my birthday! Homer: Now I have to face stupid reality again.
Homer: Oh, what does it matter, we're doomed! [a seagull flies into view] Flanders: Wrong, we're saved! Seagulls always stay near land. They only go out to sea to die! [it squawks and spirals into the ocean] Homer: [triumphant] Woo-hoo! See that, boy? Your old man was right, not Flanders. We _are_ doomed! In your face, Flanders!
Ned: {Oh, we're done for, we're done for, we're done diddely done for, we're done diddely doodily, done diddely doodily, done diddely doodily, done diddely doodily --} Homer: {[grabs him and slaps him] Flanders! Snap out of it! [slap!]} Ned: {Thank you, Homer...I don't know what got -- [slap! slap! slap!]} Bart: {[grabbing Homer's arm] Dad, I think he's OK --} Homer: {[slap! slap! slap slap!] It's better [slap!] to be [slap!] safe [slap!] than [slap!] sorry! [slap! slap! slap!] [apologizing] Sorry.} Flanders: {Diddely -- [slap!]}
Captain McCallister: Arr, here be a fine vessel, the yarest river-going boat there be. Homer: I'll take it! (The raft sinks.) Captain McCallister: (Sadly) Arr, I don't know what I'm doing.
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