The Simpsons: Spankjng Across Springfield (for Sinclair)

[nomoewoes]

It was a normal day in the always busy and adventure filled town of Springfield. It was a quiet Sunday evening where everyone was doing their usual activities. This includes the Simpsons, who were eating TV dinners together as a family while watching tv. Despite the look of them, they were far from the normal family and they are fresh off of making a baby powder factory explode in a nearby town, making the entire town smell like it and coating it in the powder. But for the Simpsons, it was business as usual. Homer had lazy day at work on the schedule tomorrow as well as Bart and Lisa going to school while Marge cleans. Neither of them knew their lives were about to change forever as well as the rest of the towns folk

[Sinclair]

As the family enjoyed their time alone, the sound of a moving truck would be heard right across the way, as a man stepped out of his car in the drive way and people got to work unpacking fir him. He was a detective from the town over, and after a ‘discussion’ (read: discipline) of some of the officials, detective James was given a home, and free jurisdiction to do what he needed fir the town. And the first step was a man named homer and his family, but the man had a list of people past that. For now, as he’s unpacked, James makes his way across the street, an authoritative aura around him as he knocked on the simpsons door, ready to handle them for what they’ve done

[nomoewoes]

The family laughed in unison as Krusty The Clown performed yet another gag on TV, a habit amongst them as they had the bare minimum of family bonding time. Their laughter was only interrupted as the knock was heard on the door, causing all of them to look at each other in confusion. It was so late at night that it was unnatural to have a visitor at this hour. After a silent look appeared amongst their faces, Marge finally relented and stood up as she walked to the door and slowly opened it as the rest of them looked on. “Yes? Can I help you?”she asked, so confused why someone would knock when it’s about time for them to go to bed

[Sinclair]

“Good evening. Sorry to intrude, I just figured I come and introduce myself to you and your new neighbor. You see, I’m new in town, and the mayor said it would be best for me to see my neighbors immediately, as there was something important I needed to do.”

[nomoewoes]

“Oh, well it’s nice to meet you!” Marge said with a smile before she was interrupted by yelling in the other room. “Marge, slam the door in his face can come finish the show!” Homer called and then Lisa and Bart continued the loudness. “Mom! Bart has his dirty feet in my face!” Lisa complained while Bart was shoving his feet towards her. “No I don’t! Her face is going towards my feet!” Bart said as Marge grumbled to herself before awkwardly laughing. “I’m sorry, you may need to come back later.”

[Sinclair]

“Oh, no, no, I had sort of expected this to be the case.” He chuckled a bit as he heard the exchanges. “If you don’t mind, I’d love to meet the rest.” He explained with a kind smile hiding the truth

[nomoewoes]

“We’ll it is a bit late… perhaps tom-“ she was interrupted when the yelling and arguing amongst the three of them reached a fever pitch as Maggie was sitting there and giggling, waiting to be put to bed as it’s well past her bed time. She left the door, but the door remained wide open as she practically gave him the opportunity to come in. “Stop it! Don’t you see we have a guest?” She yelled as she now joined into the family argument

[Sinclair]

The man smiled seeing his opportunity srise as he made himself at home walking in, closing the door behind him as he decided to let this play out a little before he reached into a pocket

[nomoewoes]

The family, not shy about hiding their arguments even in front of guests, continued to raise their voices at each other before Lisa pushed Bart and immediately they both began rolling on the floor as they tackled and fought with each other

[Sinclair]

He was rather amazed at how childish and immature the family was acting as he cleared his throat in an attempt to get their attention, and stop the incessant bickering and get his task on track