"How rude? Soap in the mouth rude or X rated movie rude?" Bart asked. "Um, well I was doing something rather rude while watching Happy Little Elves." Oscar explained. "Hang on, why was she afraid of you?" Lisa asked. "Woohoo! No more Ms Botz!" Bart cheers and dances with Oscar. "No! Let me out! Lemme out! Stupid bolts!" Ms Botz fights with the door and opens it before running away screaming down the street. Ozzy come downstairs and say hi." Bart talks in a babyish tone. "Agh! Keep away from me you little freak!" Ms Botz is scared of him and backs against the front door. "Who is that laughing so loud." Oscar asked, still in his pyjamas.
The screen blacks out as Ms Botz laughs.Īfter she finishes laughing, she stops as she hears a familiar voice. "There's no escape, punks!" Ms Botz gloats as Bart pokes his head from out of the rumpus room. However the back doors in the kitchen and the rumpus room are locked. (Uh nuts! Why did Homer put the mortise lock up there.) Bart is thinking about how stupid Homer's idea of installing the mortise/bolt on the top of the front door was. We're all locked in together." She says in a mock sweet voice as she locks the front door. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't use my alias." Ms Botz lets herself in and shuts the door behind herself. "It's Ms, but thanks." The babysitter says while Marge and Homer drive off. "Hrrrm.! Goodbye kids! Be good for Mrs Botzcowski!" "Marge, get in the car!" Homer yells bibbing his horn.
"Hmmm, where have we heard that name before." Bart ponders. "Oh good! They're all yours! See ya!" Homer runs off, but Marge stops him. A thin hunched over woman is standing there. "I can look after your kids." says a husky voiced middle aged woman. "Certainly not! We already nearly lost you lot to social services until Oscar um helped." Marge tells Bart off. "No way! Can't you just leave us alone?" Bart whines. "Fine, they'll have to come with us." Homer groans. "Homer that's a hobo across the street!" Marge groans. Bat haired old witch.” said Kearney under his breath as he left. ”Homer! We’re not hiring him! Your services will not be required young man!” said Marge. Maggie in her crib had drunk the schnapps and belched. ”There’s a bottle of schnapps in Maggie’s crib.” said Homer. ”Thanks! Now where’s your liquor?” Kearney asked. "Certainly not!" Marge gasps horrified he would hurt younger kids. If they cause trouble I'll pound them!" He makes a fist. Another sweet old lady appears, and yes Homer chases her off as well. "Homer! Look what you've done! Are you going to do that to every babysitter or nanny that comes to the door?" Marge yells. I saw this in a movie once! This is no woman! She's a man dressed up as woman! Look! This is just a wig!" Homer starts being stupid and tries to pull Mrs Pennysnitch's hair out. "Good afternoon, I'm Mrs Pennysnitch!" The lady introduces herself. The doorbell rings and Marge answers it to a sweet old lady with spectacles. "She's a nice old lady, so be nice!" Marge tells the kids, especially Bart. Marge and Homer are going out for the day to an activity away from the kids and have hired a babysitter. The Return of The Babysitter Bandit When Homer insists an old nanny for the kids is Mrs Doubtfire and chases her off trying to pull off her hair, Bart and his sisters are left without a babysitter.