Homer:Hello, I'm Mr. Plow.
Are you tired of having your hands cut off by snowblowers
and the inevitable heart attacks that come with shoveling snow?
Bart and Lisa:Uh-huh.
Homer:Then call KLondike 5-3226. Call now and receive a free T-shirt.
Lisa:But I'm a real tightwad. Can I afford this remarkable system?
Homer:Absolutely. My prices are so low, you'll think I've suffered brain damage!
Bart:You are fully bonded and licensed by the city, aren't you, Mr. Plow?
Homer:Shut up, boy.
Homer:So remember.
Call Mr. Plow,
That's my name.
That name again is Mr. Plow.
Homer:Well, John Q. Driveway has our number. Now we play the Waiting Game.
Aw, the Waiting Game sucks. Let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos.