Homer Simpson:Where's our dog,Marge--what's his name,again?
Marge:I haven't seen Santa's Little Helper since I let him out this morning,Homie.
(Homer goes outside)
Homer(loud voice):Santa's Little Helper...come here boy--before I forget your name again.
Flanders:Hey neighbor,if you're looking for your pooch,I believe I saw him getting picked up by the Haitian Dog Pound.
Homer:The Haitian Dog Pound--here in Springfield? Something smells fishy about that.
Flanders:Sorry,Homer,there weren't any fish--just dogs getting scooped up. Gotta go,good luck on finding your four legged friend.
Homer:Bart,Lisa! We have to start a search party to find Santa's Little Helper. I think something terrible has happened--he was picked up by the Haitian Dog Pound.
Lisa:Dad,there's no such thing--that's a fake government agency.
Homer:Ain't they all?I mean,just look at the justice department and the fbi.
Bart:Look--there he is running out of that open gate down the street!
Lisa:He's covered in barbeque sauce!
Homer:Mmmm,barbeque sauce.Come here boy. (dog jumps in Homer's arms)
Bart:That house is where a bunch of Haitians moved in a week ago.
Lisa:And the dog pound truck is parked in the driveway.
City manager(walks up to the Simpsons):Whatever you thought you saw is not true--and if you claim otherwise,you'll be charged with a hate crime.
Homer:DOH! Stupid,woke city manager. Maybe if we post our story on NSU,we can get the truth out.
Marge voiceover:And that's just what we did. Thanks,Mr.Stix.
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2 comments:
Too bad Haitians can't read English to be able to enjoy the humor.
--GRA
SPRINGFIELD,THE SIMPSONS AND HAITIAN DOGNAPPERS
Homer Simpson:Where's our dog,Marge--what's his name,again?
Marge:I haven't seen Santa's Little Helper since I let him out this morning,Homie.
(Homer goes outside)
Homer(loud voice):Santa's Little Helper...come here boy--before I forget your name again.
Flanders:Hey neighbor,if you're looking for your pooch,I believe I saw him getting picked up by the Haitian Dog Pound.
Homer:The Haitian Dog Pound--here in Springfield? Something smells fishy about that.
Flanders:Sorry,Homer,there weren't any fish--just dogs getting scooped up. Gotta go,good luck on finding your four legged friend.
Homer:Bart,Lisa! We have to start a search party to find Santa's Little Helper. I think something terrible has happened--he was picked up by the Haitian Dog Pound.
Lisa:Dad,there's no such thing--that's a fake government agency.
Homer:Ain't they all?I mean,just look at the justice
department and the fbi.
Bart:Look--there he is running out of that open gate down the street!
Lisa:He's covered in barbeque sauce!
Homer:Mmmm,barbeque sauce.Come here boy.
(dog jumps in Homer's arms)
Bart:That house is where a bunch of Haitians moved in a week ago.
Lisa:And the dog pound truck is parked in the driveway.
City manager(walks up to the Simpsons):Whatever you thought you saw is not true--and if you claim otherwise,you'll be charged with a hate crime.
Homer:DOH! Stupid,woke city manager. Maybe if we post our story on NSU,we can get the truth out.
Marge voiceover:And that's just what we did. Thanks,Mr.Stix.
The end
--GRA
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