|Homer Hoose comes home to his cliche family to find his wife being devoured by a monster that looks just like him!! Or does it ?
Homer the man was a powerful and quick-moving
fellow. He fell on the monster with judo chops and solid
body punches; and the monster let the woman go and
confronted the man.
"What's with it, you silly oaf?" the monster snapped.
"If you've got a delivery, go to the back door. Come
punching people in here, will you? Regina, do you know
who this silly simpleton is?"
"Wow, that was a pretty good one, wasn't it, Homer?"
Regina gasped as she came from under, glowing and
gulping. "Oh, him? Gee, Homer, I think he's my hus-
band. But how can he be, if you are? Now the two of
you have got me so mixed up that I don't know which
one of you is my Homer."
"Great goofy Gestalten! You don't mean I look like
him" howled Homer the monster, near popping.
"My brain reels," moaned Homer the man. "Reality
melts away. Regina! Exorcise this nightmare if you have
in some manner called it up! I knew you shouldn't have
been fooling around with that book."
"Listen, mister reely-brains," wife Regina began on
Homer the man. "You learn to kiss like he does before
you tell me which one to exorcise. All I ask is a little
affection. And this I didn't find in a book."
"How we going to know which one is Papa? They
look just alike," daughters Clara-Belle, Anna-Belle, and
Maudie-Belle came in like three little chimes.
"Hell-hipping horrors!" roared Homer the man. "How
are you going to know -- ? He's got green skin."
"There's nothing wrong with green skin as long as
it's kept neat and oiled," Regina defended.
"He's got tentacles instead of hands," said Homer the
"Oh boy, I'll say!" Regina sang out.