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It's SO Beautiful

Following my earlier post in which I mentioned my fluctuating emotional state, I've had several conversations with various male friends who have experienced similar side effects after getting married, and most assured me they would pass.

Sadly though, I don't see my emotions levelling off any time soon. Last nights tearing up was brought on courtesy of the Simpsons episode 'And Maggie Makes Three'.

The plot line is relatively simple. At Marge's insistence, an episode of 'Knightboat' is cut short to make way for some family time, in which Marge digs out a photo album containing baby photos of Lisa and Bart.

Marge shows one of a young Bart, naked, with a cowboy at, riding Snowball I. The next is of young Lisa next to a giant castle of blocks she's built. In the next, a Lisa cries as Bart stands among the ruins of her castle.

[looking at the photo album]

Marge: Here's Bart sleeping. Here he is dozing...here he is after a visit from the sandman. Ooh, here's nappy time, Bart! Here's a cute one: he's all tuckered out.

Lisa: Why aren't there any pictures of Maggie?

[Maggie looks worried]

Homer: Well I'm glad you asked. It's actually a very interesting story.

The Story unfolds as follows:

Homer had just left the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant to take his dream job at a bowling alley, which had a lower salary but involved less stress and a friendlier atmosphere. However, when Homer and Marge had sex to celebrate this development, she becomes pregnant. Realising the lower salary could never provide for three children, Marge keeps the pregnancy hidden from Homer until Patty and Selma manipulate the townspeople into telling him. Emotionally crushed, Homer returns to the power plant, and begs for his old job back from Mr Burns.

Homer: Thanks for giving me my old job back.

Burns: I'm afraid it's not that simple. As punishment for your desertion, it's company policy to give you the plague.

Smithers: Uh, sir, that's the plaque.

Burns: Ah yes, the special demotivational plaque to break what's left of your spirit. Because, you see, you're here forever.

[Smithers screws a 'Don't forget: you're here forever' plaque into the wall]

Burns: Don't forget: you're here forever!

Upon arriving home, Homer tells Marge:

Homer: Aw, I can't go on with this charade any longer! I hate my job, I hate my life, and ever since I found out about this baby there's been nothing but bad luck.

and he is less than interested in his prospective new child even during the birth, until Maggie, shortly after being born, wraps her hand round his thumb, and smiles at him, melting any remaining sadness in Homer. (At this moment I almost choked up some tears.

As we return to the present day:

Lisa: So you loved her right from the start!

Homer: [tickling Maggie and giggling] Absolutely.

Bart: Then why no pictures?

To which Homer Replies (spoiler text):

Homer: Oh, there are pictures. I keep them where I need the most cheering up.

[shot of pictures covering demotivational plaque at work]

[All that can be seen of the plaque is 'Do it for her']

Isn't that the most touching, heart felt moment ever. It makes me want to have kids just so I can tell a similar story. Even thinking about this whilst typing it made me wibble. I am truly doomed.

A full analysis of 'And Maggie Makes Three' here.

23 Nov 2005 20:53 | (2) comments | Thoughts

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