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Marge turned to the sky, where the first glazed donut fell gently into her hand. She took a small bite.

"¡Ay, caramba!" he grunted, sweat dripping down his yellow forehead. "¡Marge, ya terminé con la llanta de emergencia! ¿Ahora qué hago con la llanta de emergencia de la llanta de emergencia?"

Marge rubbed her temples. "Abuelito, eso fue un anuncio de salchichas con forma de pescado."

A crack of thunder rolled over Springfield as Homero Simpson Jr. — a spitting image of his father, but with a slightly more confused look — dragged a worn-out tire across the yard. los simpson espanol latino

"Eso no es un problema," Homero said, already running toward his car. "¡Eso es un desayuno con pirotecnia!"

"Ah," Homero said, blinking. "Entonces... ¿puedo comérmelo?"

"¡Hola, vecinos! He creado una máquina del clima que, ejem, glorvin-glorvin, convierte la lluvia en ¡lluvia de donas glaseadas!" Marge turned to the sky, where the first

"No."

Behind him, a cloud of exhaust and bad decisions announced the arrival of Homero's battered pink sedan. The door groaned open, and out stepped Bardo Simpson — the rebellious teenage version of Homero, complete with a pierced ear, a faded "Los Chavorrucos" T-shirt, and a skateboard covered in stickers of donuts.

Bardo shrugged, trying to look cool. "Nel, jefa. Yo voy a surfear la marea de donas con mi patineta." "¡Marge, ya terminé con la llanta de emergencia

"¡Como la vida, Marge! ¡Como la vida!" And with that, he kickflipped into the chaos.

Suddenly, a familiar screech echoed down the street. El Profesor Frink zoomed by on a unicycle with a jet engine, his glasses askew.

"Mmm... profético," she whispered, as the thunder of sprinkles and Homero's joyful scream — "¡Wujuuu!" — echoed through Springfield.

"¡Eso no tiene sentido!"