Scene 5

(Lisa wakes up on the floor. She sees through the window that the house has been picked up by the tornado. Various things fly past the window, including Grampa)

Grampa: (As he flies past) Has anyone seen my teeth? (After he is past, his dentures fly by)

Ned: (Passing the window a moment later) Hi-dilly-ho, neighborino. Some weather we're having, isn't it? This twister is a real doozy.

(The house is abruptly dropped to the ground)

Lisa: What happened? (She picks up Snowball II and goes down to the front door. Outside, she sees a brightly colored garden) Snowball, I don't think we're in Springfield anymore... Maybe it's Shelbyville. (Steps outside)

(A large pink bubble floats down from the sky. It comes to rest near Lisa, and pops, leaving Marge standing in its place)

Marge: Maybe I should just walk. That bubble leaves my hair awfully sticky.

Lisa: Who are you?

Marge: I'm Marge, the good witch of the North-East.

Lisa: Witch? Don't be stupid.

Marge: Who are you?

Lisa: My name is Lisa. I'm from Springfield.

Marge: Springfield? Where's that?

Lisa: It's in... (She is interrupted by Martin, Ralph and Nelson, coming out from behind a bush) Who are they?

Marge: They're Munchkins.

Martin: (With a flourish) Welcome to the land of Og.

Lisa: Og?...

Ralph: Look. Her house has legs. (He points at two legs sticking out from underneath the house)

Martin: She's killed the wicked witch!

Nelson: Ha ha!

(There is a puff of smoke, and Selma appears)

Martin: Oh no! It's the wicked witch!

Lisa: But I thought you just said I killed her...

Marge: That was the wicked witch of the East. This is the wicked witch of the West.

Ralph: I'm scared. (Hides behind Nelson, who pushes him away)

Selma: You killed my sister!

Lisa: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Selma: Sorry isn't good enough, young lady. Now I have to kill you. (Sneezes) And your little cat, too.

Marge: You don't have any powers here, Selma.

Nelson: Ha ha!

(Suddenly, the dead witch's shoes vanish, and her legs curl up under the house)

Lisa: Ew.

Marge: Lisa, look at your feet. It's the wicked witch's slippers.

Selma: Give me those. (She tries to remove them from Lisa's feet, but they shock her) Ouch!

Marge: The slippers chose her. No one can take them off.

Lisa: I wish I could. They itch.

Selma: As soon as I get the chance, I'll kill you, and take the slippers! (Lights a cigarette as she vanishes in a puff of smoke and sparks) Hm. It tingles.

Lisa: I think I'd like to go home now.

Marge: I think the Wizard can help you with that.

Lisa: Wizard? Gimme a break.

Marge: Do you want to go home or not?

Lisa: (With a sigh) Fine. Where is he?

Marge: Today is Thursday, so he should be at his place in Emerald City... Good luck. (Another pink bubble forms around her, and she floats off)

Lisa: Wait! How do I get there?!

Martin: Have no fear. We'll show you the way. Isn't that right, fellas?

Nelson: Ah, whatever.

Ralph: My toothpaste has stripes.

Lisa: So, how do I get there?

Martin: Just follow the yellow brick road. (Points to a yellow path, which runs next to a red one)

Lisa: Where's the red one go?

Martin: We don't know. No one's ever followed it.

Lisa: (Setting off down the yellow path) Thanks.

Martin: (Singing) Follow the yellow brick road! Follow the yellow brick road! Follow follow follow... (Nelson punches him and he stops)

Ralph: (Calling after Lisa) Bye, witch killer!

Scene 6

(Lisa and Snowball II are walking past a corn field. They come to a fork in the road)

Lisa: I wonder which way I should go?

Homer: (He is a scarecrow, hanging in the field) Left!... No, right!... Wait, which one is left again?

Lisa: Who said that?

Homer: I did.

Lisa: But scarecrows can't talk.

Homer: Really?... I thought I was talking... By the way, think you could help me down? These nails are poking me in the butt.

Lisa: Sure. (Helps Homer down)

Homer: Thanks... Man, it's hot out here. If I only had a beer... (He begins to sing) I'd get drunk if I was able, and I'd pass out on the table, if I only had a beer! Doo doodoo doo doodoodoo! I'd get hammered, I'd get plastered, and I'd belch and I would stagger, if I only had a beer!!

Lisa: Hey, I'm going to see the Wizard... or at least someone claiming to be a wizard... Maybe he can give you one.

Homer: Sounds good to me. Let's go.

Lisa: But which way?

Homer: I'll figure it out. Eeney meeney miney mo, catch a tiger by his toe. Something something... let him go. Eeney meeney miney mo. Right. (They set off)

(Soon they enter a forest)

Homer: So, why are you going to see the Wizard? Is he having a cook-out or something?

Lisa: I need him to get me home.

Homer: So you can go to a cook-out?

Lisa: There is no cook-out!

Homer: Oh... Hey, maybe you can get the Wizard to give you some new shoes while you're there. Cause those things you've got on... Uuuugly.

Lisa: Believe me, I'd get rid of them if I could.

Bart: (From somewhere in the trees) Oiitan.

Lisa: Huh?

Bart: Oiitan.

Homer: Look! (Points to a tin man (Bart) standing in the trees)

Bart: Oiitan!

Homer: "Boiled ham"?

Bart: Nmph! Oiintan!!

Lisa: "Royal lamp"?

Bart: Oii. Tan.

Lisa: Hey look, there's an oil can on that tree stump. Maybe that's what he wants.

Bart: Mmhmm.

Lisa: (Trying to pick up the can) It seems to be stuck.

Homer: (Rolling up his sleeves) Lemme try. (He tries to lift it, but can't) Rrrmph! Errrm! Whew, its really stuck good.

Lisa: Try this. (Hands him a stick)

Homer: (Trying to pry up the can using the stick) Mrrrmph!! Doggonit! Son of a... (Stick snaps, and he falls over backward) D'oh!

Lisa: Let's try together. (They both grab the can and pull, but it remains stuck to the stump)

Bart: (Laughing) Mwuhaha. Suckers! (Holds up a tube of super glue)

Homer: What the?... Hey! He tricked us!

Lisa: That wasn't very nice.

Bart: (Chuckling) I know.

Lisa: Don't you have a conscience?

Bart: Nope.

Homer: I wonder if the Wizard could give him one.

Bart: Don't want one. But I could use a new tube of super glue. This one's almost empty.

Lisa: Why don't you come with us then?

Bart: (Shrugging) Nothing better to do. (They all set off)

(They arrive in a much darker part of the forest)

Lisa: It sure is spooky here.

Bart: Cool! I wonder if there's any lions?

Homer: (Nervous) L-lions?

Lisa: Don't be stupid. There can't be any lions here. This isn't their natural habitat.

Homer: You better be right.

(Snowball II hisses at something and runs into the trees. A moment later, a lion (Milhouse) comes running out of the trees, pursued by Snowball II)

Milhouse: Don't let it get me!! (Hides behind Homer)

Homer: Aaa! Lion!!

Milhouse: Where!??... Oh, yeah.

Lisa: (Picking up Snowball II) Why is a lion afraid of a little kitty?

Milhouse: It tried to scratch me!

Bart: Scaredy-lion.

Milhouse: Am not.

Bart: Are too.

Milhouse: Am not, times infinity!!

Lisa: Stop it, you two. (To Milhouse) Maybe if you come with us to see this so-called Wizard, he could give you some courage.

Milhouse: Well, I don't need it, but (leaning close to Lisa) since you invited me. (Raises an eyebrow)

Lisa: (Pushing him away) You can only come if you don't bug me.

Milhouse: No problem. Anything you want. (They begin walking, but stop when, in a puff of smoke, Selma appears in front of them) Wicked witch!

Homer: Help! Help! Wicked witch!!

Selma: Shut up, scarecrow. (Throws her cigarette at his foot, catching the straw on fire)

Homer: (Running around in circles) Put it out! Put it out!

Selma: (To Lisa) I'm here to take those slippers from you. (Looks at her watch) Hm. On second thought, I'll do it later. McGyver's on in a few minutes. (Vanishes in smoke again)

Homer: (Stomping out the last of the fire) She's mean. I don't like her.

Scene 7

(They finally make it out of the forest, and come out in front of a field of flowers. Beyond that is shining green city)

Milhouse: Look! The Emerald City!

Homer: Wow!... That cloud looks just like a hamburger! Heehee.

Lisa: We made it! (They all start across the field of flowers)

Selma: (Watching them in her cauldron) Oh good, they're in the poppy field. That should put them right to sleep. (Puffs on her cigarette) Ahhh, that's the stuff. (Coughs)

Milhouse: (Yawning) I'm tired. (Falls over, snoring. Snowball II curls up at his feet)

Homer: Homer sleep now. (Collapses on the ground)

Lisa: No... this is no time for a (yawn) nap... Get up... (Falls asleep)

Bart: Hey, what gives? Why is everyone asleep? Wake up, man. (Kicks Homer, who moans and rolls over)

Milhouse: (Talking in his sleep) Hi, Lisa... You busy tonight?... (Smiles) Oh, I'm not THAT good looking am I?...

Bart: (Singing and dancing in circles around the others) Time to wake up! Time to wake up!

Marge: (Watching them in a crystal ball) Oh for Pete's sake. Can't they go two hours without needing my help? When am I ever going to get my ironing done? (Waves her hand over the crystal ball, causing it to begin snowing in the poppy field)

Bart: (Upon seeing the snow) Cool. Snow in June.

Lisa: (Waking up) Snow? what does that have to do with anything?

Homer: (Yawns and stretches) Awwww! Is it time to get up already? I was dreaming about a giant hotdog... Mmmm, hotdog.

Milhouse: (Smacking his lips as he gets up) Is it time for school?

(Lisa picks up a groggy Snowball II, and they set off once again. At the gates of the Emerald city, Lisa knocks)

Willy: (Looking out an opening in the door) Ach! what do ye want?

Homer: We're here to see the Wizard.

Willy: Nobody sees the Wizard! Now go away, the lot a' ya!

Homer: But...

Willy: Push off! (Slams shut the little door)

Milhouse: (Sitting down on the ground) Now what are we gonna do?

Lisa: (Knocks again) Hello in there... We really need to talk to you.

Willy: (Opening the little door again) Ach!! Can't ye take a hint? Go on! Git outa 'ere (Shuts the door)

Lisa: But...

Bart: (Pointing to the sky) Look. Skywriting.

(They all look up and watch as words are written in smoke in the sky)

Homer: (Reading it) "Surrender... Liso."

Milhouse: Who's Liso?

Lisa: I think it says "Lisa."

Homer: Oh, sure, everything's about you.

Bart: Hey, there's more. (Reads it) "Eat.. at.. Krustyburger." Good idea, let's go.

Willy: (Opening the little door again) Are you still 'ere?!

Milhouse: Come on, mister. Ya gotta let us in. Lisa has to...

Willy: (Interrupting) Lisa? The witch's Lisa? Ach! Why didn't ye say so? Come right in! (Opens the gate)

(They all follow him into the city)

Homer: Does this place have an emerald snack bar?

Milhouse: I think I need the emerald bathroom.

Willy: (Pointing to a sign with an arrow, which reads "This way to flower shop, zoo, and Wizard") 'Ere ye go. Th' Wizard's right down 'ere.

Lisa: (To Willy) Aren't you coming with us?

Willy: Are ye crazy? Thar's n'way Willy's goin' near th' Wizard!

Bart: (Starting down the hall toward the Wizard) Come on. (The others follow slowy)

Milhouse: Can I wait here? The doctor says I'm allergic to Wizards... and also milk.

Lisa: Don't worry. There's no such thing as a real wizard anyway.

(They come to a large door and enter. Inside the room, fire shoots up, and behind it is a big, green face)

Wizard: (In a deep voice) Who are you?

Lisa: My name is Lisa Simpson.

Homer: And I'm a scarecrow.

Wizard: I suppose you will be wanting something from me.

Lisa: This lady who said she was a good witch told me...

Wizard: Oh, honestly, why must she send me all these deadbeats?... (Sighs) Very well. What is it you need?

Lisa: I just want to go home... That's all, really.

Bart: And I need a new tube of super glue.

Homer: And I need a beer. And maybe a giant hotdog.

Lisa: (Nudging Milhouse forward) Go on.

Milhouse: I don't want anything. I just wanna get out of here...

Lisa: (Whispering to the Wizard) He wants some courage.

Wizard: What about that cat?

Lisa: She's with me.

Wizard: Alright. I will give you those things...

Homer: Woo-hoo!

Wizard: On one condition...

Homer: Awwwww.

Wizard: If you bring me the broom of the wicked witch of the west... And do not try to trick me by bringing just any old broom.

Bart: (Snapping his fingers) Rats.

(They leave)

Scene 8

(They are walking in a very dark, spooky forest)

Homer: And I thought the LAST forest was spooky... This place gives me the creeps.

Milhouse: I wanna turn back.

Bart: I think it's kinda cool. And check out that sign! (Indicates a sign reading "Danger: witches")

Lisa: How stupid do they think we are?

(Cut to: Selma watching them through her cauldron)

Selma: They're almost here. I better send out my flying iguanas. (She whistles, and a herd of iguanas with wings come into the room) Bring me the little girl. But don't hurt those slippers... And no stopping to eat bugs on the way either. (The iguanas fly out the window)

(Cut to: Lisa and the others in the forest)

Bart: Hey, know what? I'll bet there's all kinds of ghosts and stuff around here.

Milhouse: (Nervous) I... I don't b-believe in ghosts.

Homer: Aaa! Look! (Points to the sky, where hundreds of flying iguanas are swarming)

Milhouse: Ghosts! Help, Lisa!

Lisa: They're not ghosts. They're... some sort of birds... Or bats... Wearing little vests.

Homer: Bats?! Don't let 'em get me!! (The iguanas begin to dive toward them) Aaa!

(The iguanas attack, and take Lisa and Snowball II away with them)

Milhouse: They got Lisa!... Aw, and they broke my glasses.

Homer: They pulled out all my stuffing. (He is laying on the ground, surrounded by straw)

Bart: No problemo. (Begins putting the straw back in Homer's shirt. Milhouse joins him)

Homer: Heeheehee. That tickles.

Scene 9

(Selma puts Lisa and Snowball II in a room, where there is a large hour glass on the table)

Selma: (Flipping the hour glass) See this? When the sand runs out, I'll come back and kill you.

Lisa: Why not just kill me now?

Selma: I haven't had dinner yet. Can't go around killing little girls on an empty stomach. (Lights a cigarette and leaves, shutting the door behind her)

Lisa: (Looking at the timer) Well, this is just great.

(Cut to: Homer, Bart and Milhouse, walking in the forest)

Bart: Are we there yet?

Homer: Almost.

Milhouse: Now are we there?

Homer: I said "almost!" What am I, a navigator?

Bart: (To Milhouse) Maybe he'd walk a little faster if he laid off the donuts.

Homer: I heard that! Why you little! (Starts to choke Bart)

Milhouse: (Pointing) Hey, look, I think that's the witch's castle!

Homer: (Taking his hands off Bart's neck) Yuck! Who'd wanna live there? It's all dark and old... and dark.

Bart: Coooooool.

Milhouse: Maybe we shouldn't go. It looks dangerous.

Bart: (Dragging Milhouse) I hope there's old weapons in there. I wanna take home a sword. (He has a vision of himself swinging down on the stage at a school assembly, slicing Principal Skinner's belt with a sword, causing his pants to fall down in front of the students) Mwuhahaha.

(They arrive at the castle and hide behind some bushes. Three guards (Chief Wiggum, Eddie and Lou) come out through the gate, and begin marching and chanting)

Guards: Oh-e-oh. Oh-oh. Oh-e-oh...

Homer: Mmmmm, Oreo...

Wiggum: That's some nice chantin' there, Lou.

Lou: Thanks, Chief.

Milhouse: Well, I guess we can't get in. Might as well go home. (Starts to leave, but Bart grabs his tail so he can't walk away)

Homer: How are we gonna get past them? There's three of them, and only... one... two of us.

Bart: You didn't count yourself, man.

Homer: Oh... But still... How are we gonna get past them?

Bart: Um...

Homer: Ooh, wait, I know! We could get a big tank, and drive right through the gate! Heeheehee. They wont know what hit 'em.

Milhouse: Where are we gonna find a tank?

Homer: D'oh!... Okay, then we could get a giant wooden horse, and...

Bart: Maybe I should think of the plan.

(Back inside, Lisa is watching the timer. It has almost run out.)

Lisa: Oh great, times almost up... Hey, wait a minute... (She flips the hour glass, so it starts over)

Scene 10

(Bart, Homer and Milhouse are wearing the guards uniforms, and the guards are tied up behind a tree)

Homer: Heehee. This plan is great. (They go in through the front gate, and find themselves in a large room in the castle) Ooh, chandeliers.

Milhouse: This place is so big... How are we ever gonna find Lisa?

Bart: Up these stairs.

Homer: How do you know that?

Bart: I dunno. I'm guessing here. Now come on. (Starts up the stairs)

Homer: Aaa!

Milhouse: What is it?! The witch?!!

Homer: I saw a spider!

Bart: (From the top of the stairs) I think I found her!

(Homer and Milhouse climb the stairs. Bart is at the top, in front of a large door, which has a big lock on it)

Homer: How can you tell she's in there?

Bart: There's a sign. (He points to a piece of paper taped to the door. It reads "Prisoner inside. Maid, please do not open door")

Milhouse: It's locked. How will we get in?

Homer: I'll take care of that. (Backs up and runs at the door. He smashes into it, head-first, and falls to the floor) Oooow. That really hurt!

Bart: I have tons of experience picking locks. I'll bet I can get it open.

Homer: Five bucks says you can't.

(Bart pulls out a keyring, with at least twenty keys on it. He tries a few, and one of them opens it)

Homer: Aw, crap... Wanna go double or nothing?

Milhouse: (Pulls the door open) There she is!

Lisa: (Running over, carrying Snowball II) How'd you find me?

Milhouse: Well, there were all these guards, and then we saw a spider, and then...

Selma: (Appearing in a puff of smoke) What's going on here?

Bart: Eep.

Homer: Run! (They run down the stairs, but are stopped by several guards. Selma follows them down)

Selma: Thought you could escape, did you?

Homer: Not really. We just panicked.

Selma: If you hand over Lisa, the rest of you can go. (Puffs her cigarette)

Bart: Why didn't you say so? (Pushes Lisa forward)

Lisa: Quit it!

(Selma finishes off her cigarette and prepares to light another one)

Homer: (Upon seeing the flame from Selma's lighter) Aaa! You're not burning me again! (Grabs a nearby bucket of water and throws it at Selma)

Selma: You idiot, look what you've done. Now I'm melting. Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean up when this happens?

Lisa: Wow, that was great. Convenient that there was a bucket of water right there.

Selma: Well I hope you're happy. My dress is ruined.

Milhouse: Get the broom.

Homer: Where is it?

Bart: (Standing by an open closet) Ahem. (Points inside)

Homer: (Going over and looking in the closet) Wow! There it is. (Takes it out) Ew. There's a dead bug in it.

Selma: Put that back!

Bart: (To Selma) Eat my metal shorts.

Scene 11

(They are walking in the Emerald City toward the Wizard's quarters)

Milhouse: I can't believe we did it.

Bart: That was really cool. The best part was when she melted.

Homer: Heh heh, yeah.

(They enter the Wizard's quarters)

Lisa: Excuse me... it's us. We got the broom...

Homer: Also her vacuum and two jars of floor wax.

Wizard: You did??...

Lisa: So can I go home now?

Wizard: Uh... I am afraid not.

Lisa: But you said if we brought you her broom, we could have what we wanted!

Wizard: Yes, but I did not expect you to do it. If I could get you home, I would have just done it. What did you think I wanted with a witch's broom? I have got my own brooms.

Milhouse: Hey, look. (He points at a curtain in the corner, which is slightly open, revealing someone standing behind it)

Wizard: Pay no attention to the man in the voting booth!

Lisa: (Going over and pulling the curtain aside. Apu is behind it)

Apu: (Speaking into a microphone) Uh... leave him alone. He is merely the.. janitor. Please to be going away now.

Lisa: I knew he wasn't a real wizard.

Homer: He tricked us!

Apu: Alright, alright, I am sorry.

Milhouse: Why are you pretending to be a wizard?

Apu: It is a long story. I arrived here in Og many years ago, by hot air balloon. When they saw me come from the sky, everyone thought that I was a wizard of some sort, so I went along with it.

Lisa: Why?

Apu: Are you kidding with me? They gave me a big office, a condo, and a wonderful dental plan! I would be stupid not to play along!

Homer: I guess this means I don't get my beer.

Apu: Well, I will see what I can do. (He goes to a door in the back of the room, and opens it. Inside is a Kwik-E-Mart, which they all go inside)

Bart: Whoa, cool.

Apu: (Pulling a beer out of a freezer) Here we are. A beer for the scarecrow.

Homer: Woo-hoo! (Guzzles the beer) Can I have another one?

Apu: Well, I suppose... (Before he finishes his sentence, Homer has grabbed several beers from the freezer)

Bart: What about my super glue?

Apu: Please to be following me. (Takes Bart to a shelf full of different types of glue) Take your pick.

Bart: (Selecting a tube) Cool.

Apu: And for the cowardly lion.. (Hands Milhouse a blue Squishy)

Lisa: Will that give him courage?

Apu: No, but it tastes delicious, and has only thirty calories.

Milhouse: (His mouth is already all blue) Fine with me.

Lisa: What about me and Snowball?

Apu: Well... I am afraid that I cannot help you.

Homer: (Already drunk) Yeah, b-ut what about... that thing... you said?... Hey, there's a cheese puff on the floor that looks like R-ichard Nixon.

Apu: What are you talking about, sir?

Homer: You know exactly w-hat I'm talkin' about! That cheese puff looks j-ust like him!

Apu: No, the other thing you said.

Homer: You said... Aw, now I forget.... Oh, yeah. Y-ou said you came in a... one of those thingies.

Milhouse: A hot air balloon?

Homer: Yeah, the gerbil's right. It was a h-ot air balloon.

Lisa: (To Apu) Do you still have it?

Apu: Yes, but I have been keeping extra meat in it. (Laughing) I would not want to ride in it now!

Lisa: Great. How am I gonna get home?

Milhouse: Don't worry, Lisa. You can always stay at my place. (Raises an eyebrow)

Lisa: Ew, get away from me.

Bart: Hey, are we gonna hang around in this store all day? Let's go.

Apu: (To Lisa) I am terribly sorry that I could not help you. Would you like a complimentary Squishy?

Lisa: No thanks. (They leave)

Scene 12

(Outside the Emerald City)

Lisa: Well that was a waste of time.

Milhouse: (Finishing off his Squishy) Not for me.

Homer: So, L-isa. what're you gonna do n-ow?

Lisa: I don't know....

(A pink bubble floats down from the sky and pops. Marge is standing there)

Marge: Lisa, didn't the Wizard help you?

Lisa: He wasn't a real wizard. I knew it all along. He couldn't help me.

Milhouse: Now she can't get home.

Marge: (To Lisa) You've had the power to get home all along.

Lisa: Why didn't you tell me?!

Marge: I forgot.

Bart: So how can she get home, man?

Homer: Y-eah... She doesn't even have a c-ar... or a plane. Or a flying car.

Marge: It's the slippers. Just click your heels together three times, and say "I want to go home."

Lisa: Well, it sounds pretty implausible, but at this point I'm willing to try anything.

Marge: Or is it four times?... No, it's definitely three.

Lisa: (Picks up Snowball II and clicks her heels together) I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home... Nothing's happening.

Marge: Give it a second. Sometimes there's a slow connection.

(Suddenly Lisa and Snowball II begin to fade)

Homer: Bye, L-isa! Remember, always drink l-ots of beer. It's good for you... Or m-aybe it's bad. I can't remember.

Bart: See ya, man.

Milhouse: You can always come back and visit me!

Lisa: Bye. And thanks for everything. (Vanishes)

Marge: Finally. Maybe now I can get my housework done.

Scene 13

(Lisa wakes up in her bed. The whole family is leaning over her)

Lisa: What the?...

Marge: Lisa! You're awake! You got quite a bump on the head.

Bart: Yeah, you were out like a light. And you got a cool bruise.

Lisa: No, I wasn't unconscious. I went to a weird place with flying lizards and witches.... and... I must have been unconscious.

(Snowball II jumps up on the bed with Lisa)

Lisa: Snowball!... Oh no, now you're going to take her, aren't you?

Marge: No one's going to make you get rid of your cat, Lisa.

Bart: We're just gonna shave her.

Lisa: Shut up.

Bart: She'll be totally bald, and we'll charge people fifty cents to see her.

Lisa: Quit it.

Homer: Bart, stop teasing your sister. Lisa, stop...whatever you were doing.

Lisa: I wasn't doing anything.

Homer: That's it! Go to your room!

Lisa: I'm already in my room.

Homer: Well... good then.

The End