Simpsons Porn Story: Herkies Adventure Chapter 3

In Smithers
apartment, he has revived again and sits up on the sofa, but his head
is still throbbing agonizingly. He sees Herkie who is squatting near
the couch, wagging his tail expectantly. Are you still here?
Smithers asks looking around. Where am I?

Herk sits up on his
haunches and paddles his front paws, but his only reward is another
groan from his master. Smithers slowly stands and searches the
apartment until he finds the lavatory. He stands squinting at the
blurry face in the mirror a face with a large discolored bump on
the forehead – a face he doesnt recognize but seems vaguely
familiar. Running some cold water in the sink, he splashes it on his
face hoping it will soothe the throbbing in his head. It doesnt
help much. He sighs and walks unsteadily towards the apartment door.

Im sure I have to
be someplace now, he thinks, trying desperately to remember.

He opens the door and
lurches down the hallway, Herkie following hesitantly, not sure
whats going on. Smithers staggers down the flight of stairs and
out the front door of the apartment house. Herkie sits patiently at
the top of the stairway waiting for further developments.

Smithers walks
unsteadily and slowly down the block, squinting at the street signs
trying to get some clues as to where he is or trying to recognize the
names. He turns at the corner just as Burns car turns in at the
other end of the block. It pulls up to the doorway that Smithers had
exited just minutes before. The men start to carry boxes up the
stairs but are greeted by a few yips from a small terrier sitting at
the top. They ignore the dog and approach the apartment. They are
surprised to see the door open and stop at the threshold.

Ahoy, ahoy! Anyone
to home? Burns utters expectantly.

No answer. The men
enter the room. They quickly assess that the tenant is not there.
Homer picks up Smithers jacket still on the chair. The ID tag
falls out of the pocket.

He wouldnt have
left for work without his jacket and ID, Carl muses.

Exploring further,
they see the mess in the kitchen dog kibble strewn around, the
overturned footstool, and eyeglasses near the refrigerator. Burns
picks up the spectacles.

He wouldnt get
very far without these either, Burns speculates, placing them in
his pocket.

Herkie sits in the
doorway and stares at the unfamiliar guests.

Theres Smithers
dog, but where is Smithers? Burns wonders. He turns his gaze at
the little canine. Maybe that mutt knows, he theorizes.

Here, boy, Lenny
calls as he grabs the leash hanging on the peg by the door and clips
Herkie to it. The dog is eager to be taken for a walk and pulls the
leash frantically. The rest of the men follow Lenny and Herkie. The
dog stops briefly at a bush by the apartment entrance. The group
waits patiently, looking askance, until Herk finishes his ritual.
Then he gets a scent on the sidewalk and begins to strain at the
leash again. Homer, and Carl follow like bumper cars as the dog
starts the stops as he reassesses the direction. Burns follows slowly
in his limo.