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Homer Simpson has escaped Area 51
It all began, as most of Homer’s misadventures do, with a donut.
One warm Nevada morning, Homer heard rumors at Moe’s Tavern that the most perfect donut in existence was being held inside Area 51. Supposedly, it had glowing pink frosting, sprinkles that rearranged themselves into secret messages, and a taste so divine that one bite could make you forget all your troubles.
Of course, Homer didn’t believe it—until Barney hiccupped and slurred, “I saw it, man! They’re keeping it locked up with the UFOs!”
That was all Homer needed to hear.
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The Journey to Area 51
Homer packed his essentials:
A cooler of Duff beer.
A half-eaten bag of chips.
And Maggie’s pacifier (he thought it was a “good luck whistle”).
Borrowing the family car without telling Marge, he drove through the desert until he spotted a massive fence topped with barbed wire. The sign read: “WARNING – AREA 51 – NO TRESPASSING.”
Homer squinted. “No trespassing? That’s just reverse psychology!”
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The Capture :
Within ten minutes of trying to sneak in, Homer was caught by two very serious soldiers. They dragged him inside and tossed him into a cell. But Homer was surprisingly calm—after all, he had seen stranger things in Springfield.
From his barred window, he spotted what looked like glowing saucers, alien containment tanks, and yes… a top-secret cafeteria with trays of glowing donuts.
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The Escape:
When night fell, Homer hatched his plan:
1. Pretend to be an alien. He smeared green pudding on his skin and waddled around moaning, “Take me to your donut!”
2. The guards, confused, opened his cell door. In the chaos, Homer slipped past.
3. He grabbed a tray of the glowing donuts and bolted.
Alarms blared. Sirens echoed. Spotlights cut through the desert night. Military jeeps roared after him. UFOs even hovered overhead.
But somehow, against all odds, Homer’s clumsy zig-zagging made him impossible to catch. Every time a soldier tried to grab him, Homer tripped, sending the soldier tumbling instead.
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The Chase to Freedom:
At last, Homer found a hole in the fence. He squeezed through, clutching his glowing donut prize. Behind him, alarms continued, and shadowy figures watched from the towers.
He didn’t stop running until the “Welcome to Las Vegas” sign lit up the night sky. There, exhausted but triumphant, Homer took his first bite of the Area 51 donut.
It tasted like heaven.
It tasted like space.
It tasted like… chicken?
“D’oh!” Homer yelled, realizing he had grabbed a glowing alien chicken nugget instead of the donut.
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Epilogue:
Back in Springfield, Homer returned home covered in desert dust, holding the strange glowing nugget. Marge scolded him, Lisa lectured him, Bart wanted to sell the nugget on eBay, and Maggie just stared at it.
Then the nugget started humming. A green light filled the room. Suddenly, the Simpson house shook as something huge landed outside.
Aliens had arrived—looking for their missing snack.
And Homer could only mutter, with his mouth full:
“Uh-oh…”