One fair morning, all is peaceful and quiet until a thunderous racket is heard from the Simpson's home. Homer and the kids are in the kitchen scrounging for breakfast when a foot the size of a car comes crashing through the ceiling. With a wild yell and scramble, the family exits the home before even more crashing and thunder destroys the house.
"Marge?! Is this what you meant when you said you felt bloated?" Homer scratches his chin.
"NO HOMER! AWWW! DRATS! THIS MUST BE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THAT BREAST GROWTH FORMULA I'M TRYING?", she then checks herself and nods agreement. "DO THEY LOOK BIGGER TO YOU?!" she asks.
"MOOOM!" Lisa yells up at her mother, "you're an abomination! A monster! How will I ever cope with this?"
Bart scrambles for his skate board. "Cool beans ma! I got bragging rights at school now, later dudes!" he rushes off to tell everyone what he's just witnessed.
"Ohhhh," Marge groans with depression. "How can I be a home maker when I'm so big I've wrecked my own home?!" she begs.
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