The Simpsons (1989–…): Season 4, Episode 5 - Treehouse of Horror III - full transcript
In "Clown Without Pity", a Krusty the Clown doll goes berserk in the Simpson home. In "King Homer", Marge is wooed by a giant ape. And final story, In "Dial 'Z' for Zombies", Bart's attempt to bring back the family cat turns the town of Springfield into a pack of bloodthirsty zombies.
Good evening.
I've been asked to tell you...
that the following show is very scary...
with stuff that might
give your kids nightmares.
You see, there are
some crybabies out there--
religious types mostly--
who might be offended.
If you are one of them,
I advise you to turn off your set now.
Come on. I dare ya.
Chicken.
Hey.
Homer, did you just call
everyone 'chicken''?
No. I swear on this Bible.
That's not a Bible.
That's a book of carpet samples.
Ooh, fuzzy.
Behold mighty Caesar...
in all his glory!
D'oh!
I am Calliope,
the muse of heroic poetry.
No kiddin'.
Stupid party.
Wish we was trick-or-treating.
Now, Bart, you can find
just as much horror around the house.
Now, you children may not know it...
but there was once an evil witch...
and she died a horrible death.
These are her eyes.
- Eww!
And this is her hair.
Eww!
- And these are her brains.
Eww!
Yo, Mom.
We haven't got the eyeballs yet.
Homer, you're ruining it.
Yeah, well, it was an evil game.
Well, now we need
another Halloween activity.
Hmm. Does anyone know a ghost story?
I do. It's a story Of a boy and his doll.
That's not so scary.
- A doll... from hell!
I'm gonna go to the store.
-
Happy birthday, Bart.
Thanks, Grampa.
Where'd you get all the money?
- The government.
I didn't earn it.
I don't need it.
But if they miss one payment,
I'll raise hell!
Hey, Homer,
where's your present?
D'oh! I mean, don't worry, son.
I forgot to get you a present.
But I swear on my father's grave--
Hey!
- I will get you one now.
Do you sell toys?
We sell forbidden objects
from places men fear to tread.
We also sell frozen yogurt,
which I call frogurt.
Well, I need something
for my son's birthday.
Uh, perhaps this will please the gentleman.
Take this object.
But beware-- it carries a terrible curse.
Ooh, that's bad.
- But it comes with a free frogurt.
That's good.
- The frogurt is also cursed.
That's bad.
- But you get your choice of topping.
That's good!
- The toppings contain potassium benzoate.
That's bad.
- Can I go now?
- Happy birthday, son.
Great Caesar's Ghost!
A talking Krusty doll!
I'm Krusty the Clown,
and I love you very much.
Oh, Dad, this is
the best birthday I've ever had.
That doll is evil,
I tells ya. Evil!
E-E-Evil!
Grampa, you said that
about all the presents.
I just want attention.
And in environmental news...
scientists have announced
that Springfield's air...
is now only dangerous
to children and the elderly.
Whoo-hoo!
I'm Krusty the Clown,
and I don't like you.
I'm Krusty the Clown,
and I'm going to kill you.
Didn't even pull the string that time.
I said I'm going to kill you.
You, Homer Simpson.
Oh, yeah? With what?
Aah!
-
Homer, what's wrong?
That doll tried to kill me.
I'd say that the pressure's finally
gotten to Dad, but what pressure?
Don't leave me alone with him.
##
- Scram!
There goes the last lingering thread
Of my heterosexuality.
Hey, baby, get comfortable.
Relax.
It's a little hot for that cheerleader outfit,
don't you think?
You think your dirty socks can stop me?
Well, they are making me dizzy.
-
Good-bye, dolly.
Arrivederci, Vito.
I was a fool to think anyone would want
Nude photos of Whoopi Goldberg.
What the--
- And that is that.
- Guess who, fat boy!
Marge! Marge, look!
- Oh, my God!
The doll's trying to kill me,
and the toaster's been laughing at me.
Eww! Dog water.
- Your doll is trying to kill my husband!
Yes, I'll hold.
##
Yep, here's your problem.
Someone set this thing to 'evil.'
I love you, Homer.
- Come here, you!
Here you go, buddy.
- Did you walk the dog?
Yeah, he buried me a couple of times.
Yeah, dogs like to bury old junk.
Yeah, you stupid idiot.
Oh, what a day.
Homer made me give him a sponge bath.
But coming home to you
makes it all worthwhile.
Here, let me get that for you.
####
So then his wife comes through the door!
So?
- Did I mention she was dead?
No.
- Well, she was.
And she hit him in the head
with a golf club.
And?
- Don't you remember?
He went golfing all the time,
and it really bugged her.
You said he went bowling.
- D'oh!
Homer, I've coughed up
scarier stuff than that.
Grampa, why don't you tell us a story?
You've led an interesting life.
That's a lie, and you know it!
But I have seen a lot of movies.
My name is Marge Bouvier.
I'm here about your ad.
'Single white female wanted
for mysterious expedition.
Must like monkeys.
Nonsmoker preferred.'
Well, you'd be a welcome change of pace...
from the rest of these
crude and uncouth sailors.
Arr! Arr! Arr!
- Arr! Arr! Arr!
What do you think, Smithers?
- I think women and seamen don't mix.
We know what you think.
Young lady, you're hired.
Hey, I heard we're going to Ape Island.
Yeah, to capture a giant ape.
I wish we were going
to Candy Apple Island.
Candy Apple Island?
What do they got there?
Apes, but they're not so big.
Homer! Homer! Homer!
Hey, who's this Homer dude?
He's either a 50-foot prehistoric ape...
or a tourist trap concocted
by the Ape Island Jaycees.
Either way, we're going ashore.
- Am I going too?
Of course. We wouldn't think
Of going without the bait.
Uh, that is,
the bait-thing beauty.
The bathing beauty.
I covered that up pretty well.
Homer! Homer! Homer!
-
Homer! Homer! Homer! Homer!
Just try to remain inconspicuous.
What's he saying?
- Uh, he's saying, uh...
we wouldn't dream of sacrificing
the blue-haired woman.
Oh, well, isn't that-- Whoa!
Mm-hmm.
-
- Huh? D'oh!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
Smithers, this is a golden opportunity.
If we get him alive,
we can put him on Broadway.
Dead, we'll sell monkey stew to the army.
Ooh!
Keep your hands To yourself, mister.
- Now we don't want to kill him.
Shoot him around The groin and belly.
-
Hey, Homer, cut it out.
Come on, quit eating me.
Ow! Nice shot, Carl.
No! No!
All right, you big ape.
Get a snoot full of this gas bomb.
##
Nice work, Smithers.
When we get back,
I'm giving you a raise.
- Oh, well.
What kind of show
you got for us, Mr. Burns?
Well, the ape's going to stand around
for three hours or so.
Then we'll close with the ethnic comedy
Of Dugan and Dershowitz.
Sensational!
- Ladies and gentlemen...
in his native land,
he was a king.
But he comes before you in chains
For your own amusement.
Presenting Homer--
the Eighth Wonder of the World!
Wow! Look at the size Of that platform!
I think you're making him angry.
Come on. What's he gonna do?
Run amok in downtown Springfield?
Hey, monkey, you want a peanut?
I said one!
I'm dreading the reviews.
I can tell you that.
Oh, hi, Homie.
Oh!
He's sure taking his sweet time.
- Better refuel.
You know, you look a little flushed.
Maybe you should eat
more vegetables and less people.
Uh-huh.
He's not dead!
No, but his career is.
I remember when Al Jolson ran amok at the
Winter Garden and climbed
the Chrysler Building.
After that,
he couldn't get arrested in this town.
Don't worry, Homie.
I'll take care of you.
Are you with the bride or groom?
Right this way.
Folks, if you could just stop cleaning
each other for a second.
Wait. Wait, Marge.
I can't find your father.
Oh, Homer.
Now, kids, instead of candy...
I thought I'd serve
an array of healthy fresh fruits.
Fruit is nature's candy.
Whoa!
-
Hey, hi, fellow Halloweenies.
Did I scaredely-dareya?
Dag-- darn it!
Nice try, Mr. Flanders,
but I've got a story so scary...
you'll wet your pants.
- Too late.
From 'A' apple to 'Z' zebra...
Baby's First Pop-up Book
is 26 pages of alphabetic adventure.
Bart, you mean to tell me
you read a book intended for preschoolers?
Well, most of it.
- You have to read another book.
'Find Waldo Yet Again.''
Man, he's just not trying anymore.
Gee, never noticed that before.
Ow! What's this?
Evil!
- Evil!
Madness.
- Beware!
Beware!
Cool!
- Ow! Ow! Ow!
'Chapter Eight: Let's Talk Zombies.
'If a zombie bites you,
you become a zombie.
You must walk the earth,
feeding on the brains
Of the living until the spell is broken.'
Bart, please. Don't you remember that
Snowball I died four years ago tonight?
Run over by the mayor's
beer-swilling brother, Clovis.
Hey, maybe there's a spell in here
that'll bring her back from the dead.
Let's see what we've got.
'How To Get Your Skeletons Their Whitest.
Selling Your Soul In A Buyer's Market.'
Ah, here we are.
'How To Raise The Dead.'
'Cullen. Rayburn. Narz. Trebek.'
'Zabar, Kresge, Caldor, Wal-Mart!'
It's not working.
Bart, you cast the wrong spell.
Zombies!
Please, Lise, they prefer
to be called 'the living impaired.'
There!
Pretty as a picture.
- Ach! Zombies!
There!
Pretty as a picture.
Well, howdy, strangers.
What can I do ya for?
Brains. Brains.
Why, Sue Dokes, you rascal.
I thought you were dead and--
-
Dad, we did something very bad!
Did you wreck the car?
- No.
Did you raise the dead?
- Yes!
But the car's okay?
- Uh-huh.
All right, then.
Martin Prince,
report to my office at once.
And bring that big, juicy,
chess club brain of yours along with you.
Mmm.
Hey, kids, look what you can win
in the Krusty Sweepstakes.
To enter, send me your parents' brains...
or write 'Parents' Brains'
on a three-by-five card and send it to--
Homer, did you barricade the door?
Why? Oh, the zombies. No.
Spare my family.
Take me. Take me.
Hmm?
-
Brains! Brains!
- Brains! Brains!
I thought dabbling in the black arts
would be good for a chuckle.
How wrong I was.
I should have never read that book.
Wait, Bart. Maybe the library has
another book that will reverse the spell.
It's our only hope.
To the book depository.
Hey, Simpson.
I'm feeling a mite peckish.
Mind if I chew your ear?
Dad, you killed the Zombie Flanders.
- He was a zombie?
K-ZMB--All-zombie radio.
The zombies have
the Earthlings on the run.
Soon, the human race will wither and fall...
like the earth plums
we have seen on the observe-a-scope.
Ow! Careful, not the face.
Barney, not you too!
- I'm not a zombie.
But hey-- when in Rome.
Wow, George Washington!
- Take that, Washington!
Eat lead, Einstein.
-
Oy!
- Show's over, Shakespeare!
Is this the end of Zombie Shakespeare?
Hurry, Bart!
- 'Kolchak. Mannix. Banacek.
Danno!'
- What's wrong?
Uh, I never realized what a beautiful
young woman you've become.
Oh!
- 'Trojan. Ramses. Magnum. Sheik.'
See ya in hell.
Still pushin' that boulder?
- Uh-huh.
Excuse me. I'm John Smith.
john Smith, 1 882?
My mistake.
The, uh, zombies that plagued our town...
are now just corpses rotting in our streets.
Yea!
-
Well, I'm sure glad we didn't
turn into mindless zombies.
Shh! TV.
Man fall down. Funny.
I've been asked to tell you...
that the following show is very scary...
with stuff that might
give your kids nightmares.
You see, there are
some crybabies out there--
religious types mostly--
who might be offended.
If you are one of them,
I advise you to turn off your set now.
Come on. I dare ya.
Chicken.
Hey.
Homer, did you just call
everyone 'chicken''?
No. I swear on this Bible.
That's not a Bible.
That's a book of carpet samples.
Ooh, fuzzy.
Behold mighty Caesar...
in all his glory!
D'oh!
I am Calliope,
the muse of heroic poetry.
No kiddin'.
Stupid party.
Wish we was trick-or-treating.
Now, Bart, you can find
just as much horror around the house.
Now, you children may not know it...
but there was once an evil witch...
and she died a horrible death.
These are her eyes.
- Eww!
And this is her hair.
Eww!
- And these are her brains.
Eww!
Yo, Mom.
We haven't got the eyeballs yet.
Homer, you're ruining it.
Yeah, well, it was an evil game.
Well, now we need
another Halloween activity.
Hmm. Does anyone know a ghost story?
I do. It's a story Of a boy and his doll.
That's not so scary.
- A doll... from hell!
I'm gonna go to the store.
-
Happy birthday, Bart.
Thanks, Grampa.
Where'd you get all the money?
- The government.
I didn't earn it.
I don't need it.
But if they miss one payment,
I'll raise hell!
Hey, Homer,
where's your present?
D'oh! I mean, don't worry, son.
I forgot to get you a present.
But I swear on my father's grave--
Hey!
- I will get you one now.
Do you sell toys?
We sell forbidden objects
from places men fear to tread.
We also sell frozen yogurt,
which I call frogurt.
Well, I need something
for my son's birthday.
Uh, perhaps this will please the gentleman.
Take this object.
But beware-- it carries a terrible curse.
Ooh, that's bad.
- But it comes with a free frogurt.
That's good.
- The frogurt is also cursed.
That's bad.
- But you get your choice of topping.
That's good!
- The toppings contain potassium benzoate.
That's bad.
- Can I go now?
- Happy birthday, son.
Great Caesar's Ghost!
A talking Krusty doll!
I'm Krusty the Clown,
and I love you very much.
Oh, Dad, this is
the best birthday I've ever had.
That doll is evil,
I tells ya. Evil!
E-E-Evil!
Grampa, you said that
about all the presents.
I just want attention.
And in environmental news...
scientists have announced
that Springfield's air...
is now only dangerous
to children and the elderly.
Whoo-hoo!
I'm Krusty the Clown,
and I don't like you.
I'm Krusty the Clown,
and I'm going to kill you.
Didn't even pull the string that time.
I said I'm going to kill you.
You, Homer Simpson.
Oh, yeah? With what?
Aah!
-
Homer, what's wrong?
That doll tried to kill me.
I'd say that the pressure's finally
gotten to Dad, but what pressure?
Don't leave me alone with him.
##
- Scram!
There goes the last lingering thread
Of my heterosexuality.
Hey, baby, get comfortable.
Relax.
It's a little hot for that cheerleader outfit,
don't you think?
You think your dirty socks can stop me?
Well, they are making me dizzy.
-
Good-bye, dolly.
Arrivederci, Vito.
I was a fool to think anyone would want
Nude photos of Whoopi Goldberg.
What the--
- And that is that.
- Guess who, fat boy!
Marge! Marge, look!
- Oh, my God!
The doll's trying to kill me,
and the toaster's been laughing at me.
Eww! Dog water.
- Your doll is trying to kill my husband!
Yes, I'll hold.
##
Yep, here's your problem.
Someone set this thing to 'evil.'
I love you, Homer.
- Come here, you!
Here you go, buddy.
- Did you walk the dog?
Yeah, he buried me a couple of times.
Yeah, dogs like to bury old junk.
Yeah, you stupid idiot.
Oh, what a day.
Homer made me give him a sponge bath.
But coming home to you
makes it all worthwhile.
Here, let me get that for you.
####
So then his wife comes through the door!
So?
- Did I mention she was dead?
No.
- Well, she was.
And she hit him in the head
with a golf club.
And?
- Don't you remember?
He went golfing all the time,
and it really bugged her.
You said he went bowling.
- D'oh!
Homer, I've coughed up
scarier stuff than that.
Grampa, why don't you tell us a story?
You've led an interesting life.
That's a lie, and you know it!
But I have seen a lot of movies.
My name is Marge Bouvier.
I'm here about your ad.
'Single white female wanted
for mysterious expedition.
Must like monkeys.
Nonsmoker preferred.'
Well, you'd be a welcome change of pace...
from the rest of these
crude and uncouth sailors.
Arr! Arr! Arr!
- Arr! Arr! Arr!
What do you think, Smithers?
- I think women and seamen don't mix.
We know what you think.
Young lady, you're hired.
Hey, I heard we're going to Ape Island.
Yeah, to capture a giant ape.
I wish we were going
to Candy Apple Island.
Candy Apple Island?
What do they got there?
Apes, but they're not so big.
Homer! Homer! Homer!
Hey, who's this Homer dude?
He's either a 50-foot prehistoric ape...
or a tourist trap concocted
by the Ape Island Jaycees.
Either way, we're going ashore.
- Am I going too?
Of course. We wouldn't think
Of going without the bait.
Uh, that is,
the bait-thing beauty.
The bathing beauty.
I covered that up pretty well.
Homer! Homer! Homer!
-
Homer! Homer! Homer! Homer!
Just try to remain inconspicuous.
What's he saying?
- Uh, he's saying, uh...
we wouldn't dream of sacrificing
the blue-haired woman.
Oh, well, isn't that-- Whoa!
Mm-hmm.
-
- Huh? D'oh!
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
Smithers, this is a golden opportunity.
If we get him alive,
we can put him on Broadway.
Dead, we'll sell monkey stew to the army.
Ooh!
Keep your hands To yourself, mister.
- Now we don't want to kill him.
Shoot him around The groin and belly.
-
Hey, Homer, cut it out.
Come on, quit eating me.
Ow! Nice shot, Carl.
No! No!
All right, you big ape.
Get a snoot full of this gas bomb.
##
Nice work, Smithers.
When we get back,
I'm giving you a raise.
- Oh, well.
What kind of show
you got for us, Mr. Burns?
Well, the ape's going to stand around
for three hours or so.
Then we'll close with the ethnic comedy
Of Dugan and Dershowitz.
Sensational!
- Ladies and gentlemen...
in his native land,
he was a king.
But he comes before you in chains
For your own amusement.
Presenting Homer--
the Eighth Wonder of the World!
Wow! Look at the size Of that platform!
I think you're making him angry.
Come on. What's he gonna do?
Run amok in downtown Springfield?
Hey, monkey, you want a peanut?
I said one!
I'm dreading the reviews.
I can tell you that.
Oh, hi, Homie.
Oh!
He's sure taking his sweet time.
- Better refuel.
You know, you look a little flushed.
Maybe you should eat
more vegetables and less people.
Uh-huh.
He's not dead!
No, but his career is.
I remember when Al Jolson ran amok at the
Winter Garden and climbed
the Chrysler Building.
After that,
he couldn't get arrested in this town.
Don't worry, Homie.
I'll take care of you.
Are you with the bride or groom?
Right this way.
Folks, if you could just stop cleaning
each other for a second.
Wait. Wait, Marge.
I can't find your father.
Oh, Homer.
Now, kids, instead of candy...
I thought I'd serve
an array of healthy fresh fruits.
Fruit is nature's candy.
Whoa!
-
Hey, hi, fellow Halloweenies.
Did I scaredely-dareya?
Dag-- darn it!
Nice try, Mr. Flanders,
but I've got a story so scary...
you'll wet your pants.
- Too late.
From 'A' apple to 'Z' zebra...
Baby's First Pop-up Book
is 26 pages of alphabetic adventure.
Bart, you mean to tell me
you read a book intended for preschoolers?
Well, most of it.
- You have to read another book.
'Find Waldo Yet Again.''
Man, he's just not trying anymore.
Gee, never noticed that before.
Ow! What's this?
Evil!
- Evil!
Madness.
- Beware!
Beware!
Cool!
- Ow! Ow! Ow!
'Chapter Eight: Let's Talk Zombies.
'If a zombie bites you,
you become a zombie.
You must walk the earth,
feeding on the brains
Of the living until the spell is broken.'
Bart, please. Don't you remember that
Snowball I died four years ago tonight?
Run over by the mayor's
beer-swilling brother, Clovis.
Hey, maybe there's a spell in here
that'll bring her back from the dead.
Let's see what we've got.
'How To Get Your Skeletons Their Whitest.
Selling Your Soul In A Buyer's Market.'
Ah, here we are.
'How To Raise The Dead.'
'Cullen. Rayburn. Narz. Trebek.'
'Zabar, Kresge, Caldor, Wal-Mart!'
It's not working.
Bart, you cast the wrong spell.
Zombies!
Please, Lise, they prefer
to be called 'the living impaired.'
There!
Pretty as a picture.
- Ach! Zombies!
There!
Pretty as a picture.
Well, howdy, strangers.
What can I do ya for?
Brains. Brains.
Why, Sue Dokes, you rascal.
I thought you were dead and--
-
Dad, we did something very bad!
Did you wreck the car?
- No.
Did you raise the dead?
- Yes!
But the car's okay?
- Uh-huh.
All right, then.
Martin Prince,
report to my office at once.
And bring that big, juicy,
chess club brain of yours along with you.
Mmm.
Hey, kids, look what you can win
in the Krusty Sweepstakes.
To enter, send me your parents' brains...
or write 'Parents' Brains'
on a three-by-five card and send it to--
Homer, did you barricade the door?
Why? Oh, the zombies. No.
Spare my family.
Take me. Take me.
Hmm?
-
Brains! Brains!
- Brains! Brains!
I thought dabbling in the black arts
would be good for a chuckle.
How wrong I was.
I should have never read that book.
Wait, Bart. Maybe the library has
another book that will reverse the spell.
It's our only hope.
To the book depository.
Hey, Simpson.
I'm feeling a mite peckish.
Mind if I chew your ear?
Dad, you killed the Zombie Flanders.
- He was a zombie?
K-ZMB--All-zombie radio.
The zombies have
the Earthlings on the run.
Soon, the human race will wither and fall...
like the earth plums
we have seen on the observe-a-scope.
Ow! Careful, not the face.
Barney, not you too!
- I'm not a zombie.
But hey-- when in Rome.
Wow, George Washington!
- Take that, Washington!
Eat lead, Einstein.
-
Oy!
- Show's over, Shakespeare!
Is this the end of Zombie Shakespeare?
Hurry, Bart!
- 'Kolchak. Mannix. Banacek.
Danno!'
- What's wrong?
Uh, I never realized what a beautiful
young woman you've become.
Oh!
- 'Trojan. Ramses. Magnum. Sheik.'
See ya in hell.
Still pushin' that boulder?
- Uh-huh.
Excuse me. I'm John Smith.
john Smith, 1 882?
My mistake.
The, uh, zombies that plagued our town...
are now just corpses rotting in our streets.
Yea!
-
Well, I'm sure glad we didn't
turn into mindless zombies.
Shh! TV.
Man fall down. Funny.