1. The Simpsons
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2. D'oh!
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3. I'd like to thank everybody who contributed
to Krusty's Canned Food Drive.
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4. Your generous donations...
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5. have made this our slipperiest,
slimiest slobstacle course ever!
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6. Our contestants will drop out of my nose
and blurp into a tub of refried beans.
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7. From there, they'll stumble down
a sluice of rich, eggy béarnaise sauce.
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8. - How can we afford it? It's rancid!
- Uhh-
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9. And at the finish line...
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10. a scrumptious parfait of pudding,
pickle brine and detergent...
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11. where a writhing pile of kids
will grope blindly for hot dogs!
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12. Krusty, please! It burns!
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13. Oh, just think, Lise. That's our pickle brine
burning Sideshow Mel.
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14. That Sideshow Mel thinks he's so big.
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15. Whatever happened
to Sideshow Bob?
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16. Don't you remember, Dad?
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17. He framed Krusty,
he tried to kill Aunt Selma...
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18. he rigged an election-
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19. And he tried to murder me.!
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20. Oh, yeah.
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21. But what I'll mainly remember is the laughter.
I wonder what he's doing now.
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22. Ah, Westminster Abbey.
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23. Edward the Confessor himself
could not have done better.
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24. Now to set the clocks
to Greenwich mean time.
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25. My dear abbey!
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26. This is the way we mop the floor,
mop the floor mop the floor
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27. Oh, must you bray night and day
at that infernal television?
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28. - Oh, look who's talking.
- Yeah, Bob. You used to be on this show.
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29. Don't remind me!
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30. My foolish capering destroyed more young
minds than syphilis and pinball combined.
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31. Oh, how I loathe that box...
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32. that omnidirectional
sludge pump droning and burping-
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33. Look here! That's enough now!
I own 60% of that network!
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34. All right, break it up, boys.
It's time for work detail.
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35. I suppose you don't like
tabloid newspapers either.
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36. There. That's the last
condom wrapper.
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37. Oh, I renew my objection
to this pointless endeavor.
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38. Informally now
and by affidavit later, time permitting.
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39. Shut your word-hole!
We gotta get this place clean for the air show.
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40. Air show? Buzz-cut Alabamians spewing
colored smoke from their whizz jets...
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41. to the strains of
"Rock You Like a Hurricane"?
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42. What kind of country-fried rube
is still impressed by that?
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43. - Yeah!
- Yeah.
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44. I want to meet the first female
stealth bomber pilot.
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45. During the Gulf War, she destroyed
70 mosques. And her name is Lisa too.
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46. I want to see some birds get sucked
into the engines, rare ones.
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47. - This year I'm making ear plugs
out of biscuit dough.
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48. They're ready.
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49. So weary.
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50. Grandma, this is my friend, Craig.
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51. Friend? You mean you two
aren't knocking boots?
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52. Ever do the back-seat mambo, Craigie?
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53. I know that voice.
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54. TV's bottomless chum bucket
has claimed Vanessa Redgrave!
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55. Now I'm gonna haul ass to Lollapalooza.
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56. Yee-haw.!
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57. Farewell, dear 'Nessa.
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58. Hey, you.! The state's not paying you
five cents an hour to stand around.
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59. - Now, get busy!
- Oh, I'll get busy.
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60. I'll get very busy, indeed.
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61. You still got it, Bob.
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62. Way to guard
the parking lot, Top Gun!
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63. I have three medals for this.
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64. Hey! Where is Sideshow Bob and that guy who,
uh, eats people and takes their faces?
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65. - I'm right here, Chief.
- Oh. Then where's Sideshow Bob?
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66. - Uh, he ran off.
- Oh, great.
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67. Well, if anyone asks, uh,
I beat him to death, okay?
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68. Right.
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69. At this point in time,
I would like to direct your attention...
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70. to the particular air vehicle next
to which I am currently standing.
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71. The Harrier jet is one of our more
dollar-intensive, ordnance-delivery vectors.
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72. Five tires?
Am I seeing things?
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73. Uh, and although
it looks complicated...
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74. it's so well-designed,
even a child could fly it.
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75. - Can I fly it?
- Of course you cannot.
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76. Free Duff? Viva life!
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77. Mm. Uhh-
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78. Take that, Mom!
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79. Take that, Dad!
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80. Send me to a psychiatrist,
will you?
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81. Take that, Dr. Sally Waxler!
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82. Uh, Colonel, they're expecting you
at the podium in 10 minutes.
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83. I'm, uh-
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84. Hmm.
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85. What in the World
According to Garp?
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86. Those are my dress towels!
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87. Who's in my private washroom?
McGuckett, let me in.
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88. - The door already is closed.
- What?
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89. This is Colonel Leslie "Hap" Hapablap.
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90. If you don't open that door, I'll tear you up
like a Kleenex at a snot party!
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91. You say you're in the military?
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92. Sweet Enola Gay, son!
I'm gonna come in there and corpse you up!
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93. Corpse you up
and mail you to mama!
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94. Well, where'd he go?
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95. Oh, got my knuckles
all lined up for nothing.
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96. Sorry, ladies.
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97. - Look at that hunk of junk.
- Not jun-
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98. You're ignorant!
That's the Wright Brothers' plane.
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99. At Kitty Hawk in 1903...
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100. Charles Lindbergh flew it 15 miles
on a thimbleful of corn oil.
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101. Single-handedly won us
the Civil War, it did.
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102. So, how do you know so much
about American history?
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103. I pieced it together
mostly from sugar packets.
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104. Authorization code?
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105. Code? Son, this is Colonel Hapablap!
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106. That fool McGuckett sprayed runway foam
all over Chuck Yeager's Acura.
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107. Now get down there with
the chamois triple-time!
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108. - But, Colonel, I'm under strict orders to-
- Sweet Enola Gay, son!
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109. Get moving or I'll tear you up
like a Kleenex at a, uh, snot party.
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110. Sir, right away, sir!
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111. They didn't have any aspirin,
so I got you some cigarettes.
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112. Maybe my headache
will go away once the show starts.
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113. Uh, ladies and gentlemen...
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114. what a day for an air show!
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115. Not a cloud in the sky.!
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116. Except perhaps...
a mushroom cloud.
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117. Oh, forget it.
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118. To slip the surly bonds of Earth...
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119. and touch the face of God.
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120. To fly!
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121. The dream of man
and flightless bird alike.
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122. And now, hold on tight...
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123. as we blast through the thrilling highlights
of aviation history!
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124. - Say! Did somebody say box kites?
- No.!
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125. The common box kite was originally
used as a means of drying wet string.
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126. Do they have to play that rock music?
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127. Every note is pounding into my skull.
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128. Anybody out there
feel the need for speed?
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129. - Yay!
- Yay.
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130. Then get ready for the pride
of the United States Air Force!
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131. The British-made HarrierJump jet!
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132. Dad, why aren't you looking?
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133. Why jerk my neck around like a goon...
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134. when Tyranno-Vision decides
what I should look at?
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135. Ooh, look!
It's Maggie!
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136. Uh, Maggie?
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137. Sideshow Bob!
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138. Hello, Springfield.
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139. Sorry to divert your attention
from all the big noises and shiny things.
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140. But something's been troubling
me lately- television!
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141. Wouldn't our lives be so much richer
if television were done away with?
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142. - What?
- Surely he's not talking about VH1?
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143. Why, we could revive the lost
arts of conversation... and scrimshaw.
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144. Thus I submit to you,
we abolish television... permanently!
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145. Go back to Massachusetts, pinko!
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146. Oh, and one more thing.
I've stolen a nuclear weapon.
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147. If you do not rid this city
of television within two hours...
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148. I will detonate it.
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149. Farewell.
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150. By the way, I'm aware of the irony of
appearing on TV in order to decry it.
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151. So don't bother pointing that out.
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152. Kids, everything's gonna be okay!
Don't panic! Just don't panic!
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153. Mom! Mom, you're stepping on my heels
and knocking my shoes off!
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154. We can always get more shoes.
Move, move, move!
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155. Stamp your hand for reentry.
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156. Hey!
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157. Cool! I want to be around
when those guns start going off.
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158. Bart! No!
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159. - Wait! Wait! My children are in there!
- You must be very proud, ma'am.
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160. Our city will not negotiate
with terrorists.
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161. Is there a city nearby that will?
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162. No need, sir. We'll find that head case
faster than Garfield finds lasagna.
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163. Oh. I'm sorry. My- My wife thought
that was gangbusters.
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164. This elevator only goes to the basement.
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165. And someone made
an awful mess down there.
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166. Watch out.!
He's got his probe.!
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167. Bart! Bart! What are you doing?
We've got to get out of here!
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168. Target sighted!
Launching air-to-nerd missile!
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169. Ow! Come on!
Mom and Dad are waiting!
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170. Bob is not here.
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171. We have searched every
square inch of this base...
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172. and all we have found
is porno, porno, porno!
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173. We have only 20 minutes left.
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174. Send in the esteemed
representatives of television.
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175. Hey, hey! Now, this is
my kind of meeting!
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176. Gentlemen, it's time we face up
to the un-face-up-to-able.
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177. We must sacrifice television in order
to save the lives of our townspeople.
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178. Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho!
Let's not go nuts!
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179. Would it really be worth living
in a world without television?
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180. I think the survivors
would envy the dead.
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181. - I appreciate your passion
on behalf of your medium.
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182. But I'm afraid we're out of options.
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183. Television must go.
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184. May God have mercy on our souls.
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185. And as my final newscast
draws to a close...
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186. I'm reminded of a few of the events
that brought me closer to you.
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187. The collapse of the Soviet Union,
premium ice cream price wars...
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188. dogs that were mistakenly issued major
credit cards and others who weren't so lucky.
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189. And so, farewell.
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190. Uh, and, uh, don't forget to look for
my new column in PC World magazine.
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191. Success!
They're giving in!
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192. Blast! I should have
made more demands!
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193. Some decent local marmalade,
for one. Oh, well, next time.
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194. Not my extendo-glove!
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195. Oh, they haven't made those
since the war.
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196. Not- Oh, not
my Paris backdrop!
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197. How am I gonna make fun of the Frogs?
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198. Wait.
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199. If I could only stay on the air...
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200. I'd have 100% of the audience.
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201. Think of the ratings.
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202. Okay, so we can't go over the fence.
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203. I feel so helpless.
What if something happens to them?
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204. I'm sure they're fine, honey.
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205. Hmm. Well, at least they're
wearing clean underwear.
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206. Free and easy, Lise.
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207. There's nothing like an unfurnished
basement for pure comfort.
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208. Huh? Hurry up.
Mom and Dad are probably worried sick.
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209. Do you know what really frosts my Kelvinator?
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210. That fruitcup's probably still laughing at us
from his damn hidey-hole.
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211. I'd rather take an order
from Bill Clinton...
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212. than hear that guy's snooty,
high-toned voice again, sir.
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213. "High-toned voice. "
Bart, that's it.
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214. I know where
Sideshow Bob is hiding.
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215. When Bob broadcast that message,
his voice was higher than normal.
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216. And what makes your voice high?
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217. - Tight, binding underwear?
- Helium!
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218. Sideshow Bob
is in the Duff blimp!
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219. All Springfield trembles
before the might of Sideshow Bob.
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220. Blasted helium!
Shoo! Shoo!
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221. Shoo! Shoo! That's better.
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222. Gone. Gone too.
Fabulous. Marvelous.
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223. This is the emergency broadcast system.
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224. Stand by for an urgent bulletin.
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225. Hey, hey!
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226. Krusty the Clown
is back on the air!
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227. Eight- No, no!
Twelve hours a day!
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228. The only game in town!
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229. Krusty! But how?
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230. Coming at you live
from the civil defense shack...
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231. in the remote Alkali Flats
of the Springfield badlands.
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232. I'll be beaming out
11 watts of wackiness!
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233. Hour after hour of unscripted,
unrehearsed comedy...
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234. featuring, uh, you know, uh,
Professor Gas Can!
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235. Uh, and, uh, former president,
Ike Eisenhower!
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236. Let's get busy!
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237. Oh! My utopia lies in ruins.
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238. How naive of me to think a mere atom bomb
could fell the chattering Cyclops!
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239. Well, at least I'll have my revenge!
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240. Bob, no!
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241. Don't you see? That would
be taking the easy way out.
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242. I agree.
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243. "Best before November 1959."
Damn it, Bob!
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244. There were plenty
of brand-new bombs.
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245. But you had to go
for that retro '50s charm.
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246. Well, if it isn't
my arch nemesis, Bart Simpson...
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247. and his sister, Lisa,
to whom I'm fairly indifferent.
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248. So Krusty double-crossed you.
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249. But your basic plan
was pure genius.
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250. Where do you get your ideas?
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251. Oh, please!
Let's not embarrass us both...
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252. with that hoary old
stall-the-villain-with-flattery scheme.
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253. I- I should've known you were
too smart to fall for that.
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254. Really? What type of smart?
Book smart?
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255. Because there are a lot of
people who are book smart.
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256. But it takes a very special
type of genius to-
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257. All right, Bob. It's over.!
Come out with your hands up.!
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258. No! How did they find me?
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259. He's getting away!
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260. - Oh, not the Harrier!
We've got a war tomorrow.
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261. God bless the idiot-proof Air Force.
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262. They're gone!
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263. Hell! Not the Wright Brothers' plane.
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264. The Smithsonian's gonna
have my ass on a platter.
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265. Dad! Help!
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266. Hang on, boy! Daddy's coming to save you!
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267. D'oh!
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268. Mom! I found Sideshow Bob's hideout!
And I got a secret message to the police!
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269. And I had a blimp fall on me!
And I was in an atomic blast! But I'm okay now!
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270. Well, I wrecked the gate. But you don't
hear me bragging. Now let's roll!
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271. Ah, for the days when aviation
was a gentleman's pursuit.
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272. Back before everyJoe Sweat Sock could
wedge himself behind a lunch tray...
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273. and jet off to Raleigh-Durham.
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274. Are you getting
lots of bugs in your mouth too?
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275. Yes.
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276. Prepare to engage enemy.
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277. Bogie's air speed not sufficient for
intercept. Suggest we get out and walk.
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278. Jump, boy!
I got you!
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279. I'm coming!
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280. Now you, boy.
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281. You can't escape, Bob. If the tennis rackets
don't get you, the pool skimmers will.
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282. Oh, I- I never planned to escape.
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283. You see, this is a kamikaze mission.
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284. You and I are going to
kill Krusty the Clown!
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285. Kids, Itchy and Scratchy
can't be here today.
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286. But instead,
we've got the next best thing.
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287. It's The Stingy
and Battery Show.!
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288. They bite and light
and bite and light and bite
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289. You know what I'm talking about.
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290. Uh-oh.
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291. You can't kill Krusty.
He made you what you are.
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292. - Without him, you wouldn't
even be called "Sideshow. "
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293. What the hell is that?
A lawn mower?
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294. Get out of the way, Krusty!
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295. What is the freakin' holdup?
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296. Die, Krusty!
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297. Die- Oh.
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298. Ooh, sorry. Uh, we don't normally drive
these in the Air Force.
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299. Gotcha!
Ya TV-hatin' mutant.
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300. What is your major malfunction,
Sideshow Bob?
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301. Oh, my little sugar bun.
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302. I'm so glad you're safe.
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303. But- But- But- But, M-M-Mom!
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304. You're embarrassing me
in front of the army guys.
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305. How ironic. My crusade against television
has come to an end so formulaic...
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306. it could have spewed from the PowerBook
of the laziest Hollywood hack.
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307. Hey, everybody!
I'm gonna haul ass to Lollapalooza!
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308. - Here we go again.
- Here we go again.
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309. Shh!
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