Simpsons Porn Story: Herkies Adventure Chapter 4

By now, Smithers has
wandered some distance and still trying to figure out who he is and
where he has to go. He sees a billboard proclaiming TRY ALOHA ALOE
CREAM FOR ALL YOUR SKIN RASHES AND BURNS.
BurnsBurnsBurnsstarts echoing in Smithers head like
something he should know, but cant quite grasp. Soon he passes a
newspaper kiosk where the headlines proclaim THE ISOTOPES BILL
MCCLOSKEY HITS HOMER while another front page story reads
PAPARAZZI SUED BY JESSICA SIMPSON. Smithers stares at the last
words in both headlines: HomerSimpsonHomerSimpson, Smithers
eyes flash from those bleary words in one story to the other. He
covers his face and grimaces. Theres something about those
headlinesfamiliar, yet not really connecting. Frustrated, he
continues walking. Soon he sees the cooling towers of the nuclear
plant in the distance. Again he stops and stares. Feeling compelled
but not knowing why, he starts towards them. In the meantime, Herkie
and his new friends follow his nose. After several blocks, the
terrier stops and circles with his head close to the concrete under a
billboard proclaiming soothing relief from aloe cream. Its getting
near lunchtime and Homer starts to whine about getting some food.

Aw Homer, says
Lenny, Try to get along on what you scarfed down in the office!

Just in front of them,
as the dog continues to sniff the spot, some firemen are preparing to
flush a hydrant. As the water gushes over the concrete, Herkie takes
the opportunity to lap up some of it, but in wetting the pavement, it
has washed away any reaming scents that were there. Herkie has lost
his track.

Smithers by now, is
also feeling woozy from his trauma and not having eaten in nearly 24
hours. He enters a small coffee shop and sits on a stool at the
counter.

Whatll it be,
Mac? the counter attendant asks, then notices the large discolored
bump on his customers head. Hey, buddy, what happened to you?

I wish I knew,
Smithers bemoans.

Youd better see a
doc about that, the waiter suggests.

Yeah, yeah.
Smithers sighs, But right now I just want to see a cup of hot,
black coffee.

Sure thing, mister,
the counterman replies producing a mug of dark brown liquid from a
large urn.

Smithers fishes in his
trouser pocket for some money. Seeing he doesnt have enough for
anything else, he tosses a few coins on the counter, gulps down the
beverage and prepares to resume his wandering, but sways when he
stands. The waiter hurries around to help him.

Im all right,
Smithers insists, trying to shrug off the attention.

Uh, sure, the
unconvinced attendant says, But you take care, okay?

Yeah, Smithers
retorts and pushes out onto the street.

He walks about a block
and a half further when a dark figure standing in the alley between
two buildings asks for the time. Smithers stops hesitantly. Slowly he
raises his wrist and peers at the wristwatch. He can barely make out
where the hands are since he left his glasses back on the kitchen
floor.

Looks like 5:26 to
me. Mustve broken it somehow.

He looks up, but
doesnt need his glasses to see a gun pointed directly at him.

In here, quick!
the dark figure hisses gesturing in the alley and threateningly
grabbing at Smithers and pulls him off the street

Sorry, pal, says
Smithers distainfully, But I dont have much on me at the
moment. He turns his back on the crook intent on resuming his
journey.

Ill be the judge
of that! the bandit snaps and prepares to pistol whip Smithers.

Smithers hears the
movement and turns back towards the assailant just in time to see the
handle of the gun come swinging downward. He raises his arm to
deflect the blow. The two men grapple in the alley.