INT. Simpsons master bedroom – Nite
Homer tosses and turns in bed. Drool starts to ooze from the sides of his mouth. He says, “Mmmmm,” and we pop into his head.
Homer is walking along a road atop a hill going “La-la-la-la” when suddenly a cloud in front of him balls itself into a doughboy shape and points to him, “Hello, Homer!”
Hello . . . Who are you?
DOUGHBOY
I am here to give you good news. Soon, very soon, your town will be gifted with the most beautiful present.
HOMER
Donuts?
DOUGHBOY
Greater!
HOMER
Greater than donuts? Lotsa donuts?
DOUGHBOY
Lotsa lotsa donuts!!
Homer starts drooling and faints to the ground.
Homer wake up!
Marge is shaking him.
Your drool is flooding our bedroom!
The drool has nearly reached the bed. Outside, in the hallway, Maggie floats by, manically doing the doggie paddle.
