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Simpsons Porn Story: Herkies Adventure Chapter 2

Simpsons Porn Story: Herkies Adventure Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next morning,
preparations were underway in the office of Mr. Burns. Homer Simpson,
the safety inspector of the plant and two other ubiquitous employees,
Lenny and Carl, have agreed to come in early for a substantial
compensation. They are busy decorating the office for what appeared
to be a party. Mr. Burns gives instructions:

Thats
ityesright there. Excellent! he chortles.

Youre sure he
doesnt suspect anything? Lenny asks.

Oh, no, Im
certain. Ive been extra demanding and abusive all week just to
make sure he wouldnt catch on, Burns replies.

When all the crepe and
streamers are hung, Lenny and Carl unfurl a banner announcing

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR.
SMITHERS. Homer has already been distracted by the catered goodies
lying on a long table for the breakfast buffet.

SIMPSON! Burns
yells.

Homer whirls around
only to be caught with a mouth stuffed to capacity.

Cant you wait
until the party ACTUALLY starts, man? reprimands the boss.

Mffftt.pftgghh,
mumbles Homer, unable to articulate with a mouthful.

Soon other plant
workers arrive. Burns bustles about expectantly awaiting Smithers
appearance. After thirty minutes past Smithers usual time of
arrival, some workers are getting fidgety and begin grumblinganother
fifteen minutes and many start drifting away. Burns is also getting a
little peeved, so he decides to phone Smithers, but the phone just
rings and rings. Burns hangs up.

Probably on his way
right now, he surmises.

But after several more
minutes, Smithers still has not turned up. All the guests have left
except Lenny, Carl and Homer, who arent as anxious about returning
to their work stations.

Of all the days he
would pick to be late, Burns fumes, drumming his fingers on the
desktop. He tries to phone again with no success.

Lenny whispered to
Homer, This turned out to be a real surprise party. The surprise
was that the guest of honor didnt even show!

Back at Smithers
apartment, the phones initial ringing has awakened Hercules, who
rises and walks over to it, staring. He gives a few yips and the
phone falls quiet. Satisfied that he has cowed the annoying machine,
Herk saunters back to the kitchen and has breakfast on more of the
strewn kibble. He is a little curious why his master is still laying
on the floor. Its daylight and time to get up and go for their
morning walk. He sits by Smithers and whines a few times then tries
nudging a shoulder with his nose, but there is no reaction from the
unmoving form. After a while the little dog trots to the door and
scratches against it, looking expectantly at the knob, like it would
open magically for him. Suddenly, the phone rings again and Herk
lunges in its direction, yapping furiously. The noise of the dogs
barking and the phone ringing have served to rouse Smithers, who
turns over slowly, groans and puts his hand to his head. Herkie is
overjoyed to see some action and pirouettes around Smithers.

Well, well, whose
little dog are you? Smithers queries. He tries to sit up, but
sighs and puts both hands to his head as the effort has produced an
excruciating pain there. He rises slowly and staggers towards the
living room, the dog following quizzically behind. Smithers flops on
the sofa waiting for the room to stop spinning around. He moans again
and passes out.

For Herkie, this wont
do. He gives a few sharp barks hoping to rouse his owner into some
action.

Meanwhile, back at the
plant, Mr. Burns is vexed.

Well, if he wont
come to the party, well bring the party to him. I think we should
pay a call on Mr. Waylon Smithers, Burns fumes.

The men pull down the
decorations and pack some of the food in boxes. They load Burns
limo and start off.

to be continued…

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