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 man. "Oh boy, I'll say!" Regina sang out.