It was now December, and the first full week without candy or leftovers. This had bought fattened turkey with all the trimmings to go into her big fat gut. Maggie had bought enough to last weeks, and by the time that was over it was Thanksgiving. Following that, there was the massively discounted Halloween candy sales all over the city. First there had been Halloween, where she had gone as the Heavy Weapons Guy. Once fully done, she wrapped the towel round her large frame, finishing with a pat to her over pampered gut. For most girls, the hair took the longest to try. Stepping over the bathtub, Maggie grabbed a towel and started to rub down her spiky hair. Fortunately, as the makeshift flammen waffen roasted a car, the bathroom's occupant was just finishing in the shower so didn't see the bright light. Overlooking the car, above the garage, was the bathroom window. The pyromaniac grinned as the middle aged man scampered away. "It's okay Homer, I've got the perfect defroster."īlinking, Homer watched his son produce what looked like a propane tank attached to a hose, valve, gas pump and a zippo lighter. Eventually, with Homer panting on the ground, the younger male smirked. "The scraper's inside and THE DOOR'S FROZEN!"īart watched his dad fruitlessly struggle against nature, the boy's torso filling up the winter jacket so much it exposed his fat flesh where it hung over the waistline. He then grabbed the plastic handle and yanked hard on it.
"I would try that boy, but there's one giant your butt sized problem." The father mentioned, nodding to the obese teens wide, sweatpant covered rear. You're just going to have to get the ice scraper." "Face it Homer," The behemoth Bart stated, "it's frozen over. At 742 Evergreen Terrace, wrapped up to fight the freezing temperature, Homer and his son looked at the pink car.
Already a chill was forming in the air, ensuring that the Springfield tyre fire not just smoked but also steamed its harmful emissions into the air and over Shelbyville.
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