Simpsons Porn Story: Purple Swirly Vortex Chapter 2

Sorry if my chapters are short, I always forget my ideas.:P

Ahh! Rabid
squirrel! DONT KILL ME!!! In case youre wondering, the
mother of all rabid squirrels was chasing Homer. Why? Well, let me
refresh your memory

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh-! Homer screamed bloody murder, right until
he hit the ground. The vortex had transported him in front of a HUGE
castle, with a giant lake in front of it. This seems oddly
familiar, Homer thought. He was hungry, so he decided to look for
meat and beer. Well, thats what he would have done, if something
hadnt caught his eye

That something happened to be the squirrel. You see,
Homer was still dazed from his fall, and the squirrel appeared to him
in the form of a deep-fried Krusty Burger.

That also would explain why the sky was yellow but on with the
story. He tried to eat the squirrel, and that brings us back to the
present.

Aaaaahhhh! Leave me alone you overrated piece of fluff,
he screamed. After that comment, the squirrel reached speeds of 90
mph. Soon, they were racing around a British amusement park, with
double-decker buses and everything. (In England, ironically enough.)

A few British police officers saw them running by and spit out
their tea. We just started our break, too, officer #1 said.
Catch them!!!!!!

By this time, Homer had ditched the squirrel and was buying ice
cream. What flavors do you have? Well, we av blood pie,
biscuit, minc- The vendor was interrupted by three police officers
running after Homer, screaming something about interrupted breaks
and canonize him!

AHHH! Homer screamed. No time to chose, Ill just the
whole cart. If you dont know my name, you cant sue me!
Hehehe! With that, he grabbed the cart and began what was later to
be known as The Ice Cream Splody Disaster.

Back in Springfield, Mayor Quimby had called a town meeting to
decide what to do about the missing people.

Ah, er, ah, I call this meeting to order. We need to get those
people back! Now, Mr. Burns has mentioned that he has a ray that can
bring them back from wherever they are, but it can only bring them
back one at a time, and can only be used once a day. Now, which one
should we bring back first?

Flanders raised his hand. Well, I dont mean to cause any
troub-diddly-ouble, but I think we need Homer back first. Mr.
Burns also stood. I agree with that commoner, ever since Simpson
left, my workers are slacking off, saying they dont need to worry
about Homer killing us all. If he motivates them that much, then
he shall be my slave for life! MWAHAHAHAHA!

Everyone was slowly inching away from Mr. Burns. Smithers led him
out of town hall to take his overdue medication.

Marge was smiling like the dickens. Im glad Homies
coming home. I cant imagine how awful it must be for him, in a
totally new place. Come to think of it, half the time he forgets
where the nuclear plant is So Marge began to wonder whether
Homer was still breathing. Meanwhile

AWWW, why do I have to go to prison again? Homer whined.
Officer #3 growled. Hmmm, let me see. You steal an ice cream
cart, ride it through London, THEN YOU CRASHED INTO THE ROYAL PALACE,
AND ITS STILL BURNING!!!

Really? Well, charge all the damage to my Visa, my name is Ned
Flanders, thats N-E-D, F-L-A-N-D-E-R-S. Homer
chuckled. Haha, stupid Flanders! Hes gonna end up with one
heck of a bill! Now all I have to do is knock out the guards,
escape, steal the crown jewels, make a fortune on Ebay, and then
blame it on stupid Flanders!

o02 hours later0o

Guard number one was frantically radioing guards #s 2 and 3.
Oi! I could use some help! That idiot who burned down the palace is
trying to BREAK DANCE. If you dont want to be fired, GET YOUR
BUTTS DOWN HERE!!!

Guards # 2 and 3 were nervous, but they came anyway. What they saw
surprised them. Apparently, Guard #1 was having a break dancing
competion. Homer was winning. Haha! Im beating you, stupid
purple cat! Homer was also a bit delirious. As Guards #2 and 3
left to comfort Guard #1, a huge, purple swirly vortex opened up in
the ceiling, pulling Homer into it.

The guards looked at each other. That never happened. They
said simultaneously.

AAAAAHHHH-! Homer landed in Mr. Burns office. Owww,
he complained. Marge ran over to hug him. Oh Homie! Im glad
youre alright!

So Im back home?

Yes! Doh!

Ah well. Homers fun is over. Lets take a look at young Ralph
Wiggum, shall we?