I'm scared, Mom.
What if they take me?
Don't worry, Barterfinger.
You're always the last.
Even boxes of stale raisins go before you, Butterfinger...
I mean, Barterfinger.
No one ever wants the apple.
They must be afraid there's a razor blade in me.
Yeah. That's the reason.
Maybe you'll be dipped in caramel.
Oh, whoop-dee-doo.
What the... Where am I going?
You're going to heaven, Dad.
Those pearly gates look a lot like teeth!
Change is always hard.
Well, I guess that...
Cigarette breath!
Oh, thank God.
We made it through the night.
And now you're on a high shelf,
where they'll forget about you forever!
Why won't the earth take me?
I hear you, my friend.
Mmm, candy.
Homer, no!
Don't be silly, honey.
Chocolate doesn't feel anything.
No! God, no!
Dad...!
I can't listen to this horror!
Okay, I'm on it.
Thank you.
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It's here! Maggie's first Pazuzu!
Your father ordered this because...
Mm, why did you order this?
I thought it was pizza.
Yeah, I'll send it back tomorrow.
Tonight we have a cocktail party.
And we came early.
And I left my face on your hand towel.
Hmm.
Don't worry, Maggie.
While Mommy and Daddy carouse downstairs,
you'll be here in the dark with Pazuzu!
? When Pazuzu's eyes ?
? Are glaring ?
? It's time to go to bed ?
? You'll see demon shadows fighting ?
? But it's just inside your head ?
? When Pazuzu's eyes are staring ?
? The moonlight will turn red ?
? 'Cause Pazuzu's in your nightmares ?
? Until we all ?
? Are dead. ?
Sweet dreams, Maggie.
Don't let the Beelzebubs bite.
Nobody's eating my chowder.
Maybe I can take it back home with me.
Maggie, sweetie, you should be in bed.
No one leaves alive.
Ooh, her first words!
Did someone get that on their phone?
Aw, she's got red eye.
She's a demon from hell!
Also, generic cola?
Really?
Cocktail fail.
Thank you.
Well, at least we still got the liquor.
Ah, my chowder!
Someone's starting the terrible twos.
Someone's having an affair with his nurse.
- Say "ah." - A... dulterer.
179? I...
I'm afraid that little devil needs an exorcism.
I'm afraid they didn't teach me those at Pepperdine.
Bible ribbons, that'll hold her.
Oh, good, the police are here.
When is that exorcist gonna get here?
Marge, we'll be fine.
Maggie just learned what a circle is.
Okay, whoever she stops at has to change her diaper,
which appears to contain flaming lava.
Oh, you just never want to change a diaper.
I'll handle this.
Oops. Sorry about that.
First thing, we'll see just how powerful
our demon here truly is.
The chicken goes...
Well, there's only one answer here,
- cut her loose! - Are you sure?
If you can't trust a Catholic priest with a child,
who can you trust?
By the power of Christ, I say devil be out!
That's all you've got?
Well, I say it three times.
This guy's good.
Devil be out!
I am Pazuzu, demon of the southwest wind.
Wait, wait, so you're not even as powerful as the south wind
or the west wind?
How lame is that?
I used to be very important.
Google it.
Devil be out!
Google it!
Your baby is saved.
Fantastic.
She's not going to be a religious weirdo, is she?
- No. - Fantastic.
Now hush.
Pazuzu is still among us.
But where?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
Bart?
Let me out, let me out!
This boy has the darkest soul I've ever seen.
It's worse than working for David Schwimmer!
Yo, Pazuzu, grow me some horns.
Those aren't horns, those are nubs.
No, no, no!
Well, at least it'll get me out of jury duty.
? Lisa, Lisa wants a better life ?
? Lisa, Lisa, go under the knife ?
? Homer, Homer got a button wife. ?
So, anyone want to pick up litter at the park today?
How about you, Maggie?
She's still got a touch of Pazuzu.
At least she never threw up.
That's just great.
Everywhere but the sink.
Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong family.
Oh? Hey, Mr. Cat.
What are you playing with?
A secret door?
We don't have smoke alarms, but we have this?
Smoke is its own alarm.
No, no, Snowball, come back!
It's too dangerous!
Sometimes tiny doors lead to big opportunities.
- You could talk? - Indeed.
For centuries, the cat has been the symbol of intelligence,
the other world savoir faire...
Ooh, shiny!
Oh, there it is. Where'd it go?
There it is. Where'd it go?
Enough.
Let's go meet your other family.
Other family?
Already the talking cat isn't the most interesting thing.
Whoa! For a Halloween show middle segment, this is amazing.
Every girl's dream, a perfect family.
Good morning, sleepyhead.
For breakfast, tofu or kale?
Oh, that's nice.
But what's with the button eyes?
We don't all have button eyes, silly.
Some have button mouths.
What's up?!
Lisa, would you like to jam with us?
You like jazz?
You're all good, but not better than me.
I wish I could stay forever.
Oh, but you can.
All right. Let me guess.
Do you have to sew buttons over my eyes?
Don't worry, sugar plum,
we'll give you a button to bite on
while we sew 'em on.
Hold steady.
Oh, sweetie, you're just in time.
I killed a snake with your saxophone and...
Can you blow its head out?
Here, let me just wipe the blood off the mouthpiece.
Buttons, please.
Hmm, something's missing.
Didn't we have a kid between Bart and the baby?
Little smarty pants, plays the flute, I think.
Lisa. She's been gone for days.
And the police have been no help.
That's not true. I helped you reassemble that high chair.
Damn it!
Well, we got two kids now, so no favoritism.
Maggie will get Lisa's room, Maggie will get Lisa's clothes,
Bart will get Lisa's homework.
Cowabunga!
Bart! How'd you find me?
I had an informant.
I know, he can talk.
He can? I just followed him in.
Oh, God. Now I'll have to talk to him.
Uh, I don't think he's coming back.
How can you be so calm?
I bore both those children.
Hey, your stories aren't great, but I wouldn't call them boring.
Oh.
I'm going in there now.
You really did it this time, Homer.
You lost your family.
Wait, you can speak on this side?
Yes, I just don't like to.
Makes the dog feel inferior.
All right.
Oh! So tight.
Why did I eat that second lunch at lunch?
Someone kick me in the ass!
Thank you!
What is it about this world that's so great?
The Homer in this world doesn't pass gas.
That was a three-button job.
Would you like to have two eyes?
We can talk to each other while you watch TV.
Just what Homer needs, an excuse to get lazier.
Why, you little...
I'll lazy you, you otherworldly...
- What the... - That was my Bart!
Boy, sure is hard to see with buttons on your eyes.
D'oh!
You killed my husband!
Spider wife, dead son, two girls with button eyes?
I think this marriage has finally gotten out of its rut.
Yep, I got everything just the way I want it,
including an extra me to go to parent-teacher conferences.
Oh! Bart drew this picture of his family.
Now we're getting visits from a social worker
and an exterminator.
I'll be ready.
And I've learned, no matter how bad things are,
they can get much, much worse.
Huh, you're telling me.
Haw... haw.
No one will be seated during the third act
of this Halloween show.
What you're about to see is so disgusting
you'll watch Game of Thrones to calm down.
You have been warned.
Man, am I jealous of you guys.
Two weeks in Lima, Ohio, with Patty and Selma
while I'm stuck here working.
It's gonna be lonely. So lonely.
Well, if you really want us to stay...
We've already kissed good-bye and the car heard it!
They're gone. Not a second to waste.
? Left alone again ?
? Yes, I'm eating provolone again ?
? Food just tastes better in the bathroom now and then ?
? I just love being left alone again ?
? Left alone for days ?
? I ate two dozen bags of Frito-Lays ?
? I'm gonna brush my teeth with mayonnaise ?
? Now my sweat tastes just like doughnut glaze. ?
Not a single morsel in the house!
A forgotten hot dog.
Oh, you're shivering.
I'll take care of that.
? Happy birthday to meat ?
? I can't wait to eat. ?
Now to slit it down the middle.
I'm not splitting it with you.
I'm just teaching you how it's done.
Still frozen.
My finger!
My hot dog!
My finger! My poor...
delicious finger.
Wait a minute.
I can't eat my own finger. It's unholy.
Also, it's not quite done.
But sometimes a man has to do the unthinkable,
like eat something medium-rare.
Oh!
? Hey, you ate you ?
? You tasted great, you ?
? Hey, you ate you, hey, you ate you ?
? You cooked and ate you. ?
Hmm?
Hmm.
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm.
It makes complete sense.
I eat more and exercise less than the most succulent pig.
Of course I'm delicious!
But I must never eat me again. Never!
On the other hand is my other finger.
And one thing I love is consistency.
Hey, there, Homer Aloner.
In the absence of the missus, you want something delicious?
Don't worry, I'll be back.
Oh. Ooh, yuck.
Oh, disgusting.
Homer Simpson, you don't like steak anymore?
Actually, I've become a bit of a me-gan.
Do you have any spaghetti with my-balls? Uh, meatballs?
"Me-gan? My-balls?"
Are you eating forbidden fruit?
Fruit? Ugh.
Sorry, Flanders,
but I've got more delicious meat in my little finger
than you have on this whole picnic table.
Speaking of which...
I have really gone to a lot of trouble
not to leave the house.
Homie, we're home!
What's with the gloves?
Uh, I was watching Breakfast at Tiffany's,
and I thought I could be more elegant.
Elegant? With your waistline?
I don't think so.
Actually, Homer, you look like you've lost 20 pounds.
Well, I have been cutting back.
That means something different to me than you.
What's wrong with your leg?
Nothing. It was perfect.
Homie, you shouldn't be snacking in the middle of the night.
It can't be good for your...
This is, without question,
the worst moment of our entire marriage.
- What about... - This is worse.
Opa!
Marge, I admit it, this is a rough patch.
But I know when to stop.
And when would that be? When you're just a mouth?
You see how she is, Doc? Always negative.
She makes me feel like nothing.
You are almost nothing!
Almost nothing.
Homer, have you considered your wife's feelings?
Perhaps she takes this new diet of yours
as a comment on her cooking.
Marge?
I won't deny that's a part of it.
See? Progress.
Now, excuse me.
I need to go get famous talking about you.
Homie, I'm afraid this is it.
Your self-destructive behavior has gone too far.
But, Marge...
Good-bye, my love.
Maybe, deep down, that's why I ate myself...
Because I hate myself.
Sounds like someone had a breakthrough.
Hi. I'm famous cooker-upper Mario Batali.
- You mean "chef"? - I don't care for that term.
Well, I know I don't belong in therapy, but why are you?
I got depressed because I ran out
of exciting new ingredients.
Homer, we need to talk.
Could we wok and talk?
Well, sure.
My dearest family, I love you so much.
And I think I've found a way to earn your forgiveness.
Please come home.
Come home to flavor.
He wanted me to pass on these final words.
"I've failed as a man,
but I have succeeded as an ingredient."
I call the brain!
Ah.
He's gone.
Well, I guess I can be proud that he succeeded at something.
Oh, it's a lot more than something.
Homer's the biggest thing in food since free refills.
? Hey, you ate you ?
? You tasted great, you ?
? Hey, you ate you, hey, you ate you ?
? You cooked and ate you. ?
How did they get so much meat out of Homer?
Well, they mixed in some Barney, Comic Book Guy and horse.
Horse?!
Do you know what it's like to have everyone
eat of your body?
Yeah, like, every Sunday, pal.
Uh, you know, you don't get more of those.
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