Here's the Second chapter of Must Love Ned Flanders!
“Hi there,” Homer Simpson tips his hat at me as he walks past me. Then I pass out again…
“Um, miss? Are you okay?” I wake up to Homer standing over me.
“Ahh!” I scream.
“Ahh!” he screams.
“Why are you screaming?” I ask as he helps me up.
“I dunno.” He shrugs. “So what’s your name?”
“Naomi Sanders.” I dust myself off.
“Nice to meet you,” Homer shakes my hand, “Well, I should probably go home now…Unless you’d like to come home for dinner.”
“Um,” I pause.
“Okay let’s go!” Homer drags me behind him…
“So what brings you to Springfield, Naomi?” Marge, Homer’s wife, asks me at dinner.
I sigh, “It’s a long story.”
They all look at me intently. So I try to figure out a way to explain everything that’s led me here in the simplest way possible, but that in itself is impossible.
“Okay, here’s the thing,” I sigh, “I’m not from here, I’m from Alabama. But not the Alabama you know, because I’m from another dimension. It’s like, exactly the same as this one, except that there’s a whole TV show about your family.” I look at them, “And that’s how I know who you all are.”
“Prove it.” Bart folds his arms.
“Let’s see,” I sit back, “How?”
“What year did Mom and Dad meet?” Lisa asks.
“1974.” I answer.
“Alright that’s enough,” Marge grumbles, “So our family has our own television show?”
I nod, “Well, it’s mostly about Homer.”
We all turn to look at the man with his hand stuck in the pickle jar.