As I have said, I have made some changes to this story, adding more detail. Including a familiar Simpson character. I didn't touch the plot very much. Hope you enjoy it more...

Chalkboard Gag: Bart writes: 'I will not flick rubber bands at Willy when he drives by the window in his tractor.'

Couch Gag:The Simpsons run to the couch and see the Griffin family from Family Guy sitting there. They look at each other like they're looking at themselves almost.

On the tv reads: Written by Sideshow Bob Roberts

Based on the hit movie and cartoon, respectively.

Chapter One:Meet The Racers

It's the usual day in Springfield. Homer Simpson is, of course, not doing his job at the nuclear power plant, Bart's raising hell outside of school, Gil lost another job, and Mr. Burns is making more money than ever. This time he has built yet another casino and hotel, this time with a suprise for a lucky bunch of people.

Disco Stu, resident Disco fanatic, is checking out of Burns' Casino and Hotel after a spending a night there, partying with some friends.

Stu steps up to the counter in the lobby. He leans against it. "Disco Stu, checkin' out! Room 322."

The lady pulls a piece of paper out from behind the counter. "All right. Here's your bill sir." The lady hands him the bill.

"Thank you!" Stu reads it a little and looks back at her. "Wha-Wait. What's this bogus charge here?" He points to the movies on it.

"Those are your in room movies." She responds.

"Disco Stu never ordered any movies."

"Are you sure?" She stares at him. She goes to the computer and types in something. "What about Afro Whores?"

"Afro Whores? Disco Stu has never heard of it."

"Really? It says here you watched it eleven times. You started to watch Footloose once, then switched back to Afro Whores." She looks at Stu again, staring.

"Disco Stu has never seen it!" Stu proclaims.

She reads the tag line for the movie. "Sizziling, back-door, three way action with funkadelic babes?"

"You know Disco Stu too well!" Stu signs the bill.

Meanwhile, Krusty the Clown is drowning his sorrows at the bar with alcohol.

"Hey, aren't you Krusty the Clown?" A man next to him asks.

Krusty gulps down his scotch "Yeah, so what?!"

"My kid loves you, can I get an autograph?" He pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and a pen. He hands it to Krusty.

"That depends, can I get ten bucks?"

"Why?"

"For the autograph you shmuck! Forget it," Krusty throws the paper and pen to the ground. "I'm going somewhere to drink in private." Krusty walks away, but comes back a few seconds later. "Where's your john?"

The reason Krusty is on yet another drinking binge is that recently, he had made quite a scene on his show two days ago. The television above the bar played the story on the news as Krusty walked away.

"Hello, I'm Kent Brockman. Welcome back to our coverage of what we like to call: Krusty Gone Krazy!" A logo comes up saying just that. "Here's the already infamous clip from Monday's show."

The clip starts to play. "Alright little boy," Krusty says to a boy next to him. "all you have to do is hit this target with this hammer, and get the bar to go as high as you can. If you can hit the bell, you can win a prize! Ready?" The boy nods his head. "Go!"

The boy, blindfolded, hits Krusty in the foot.

"Owwwww!! You little (bleep)!! You hit me in the (bleep) foot! Whose (bleep) idea was it to blind the little (bleep)?! (Long Bleep) balls! Oh, hey kids!" Kids stare "What? Your parents haven't taught you those words yet?"

Nelson was in the audience at the time. "Haw-haw!!"

The bartender changes the channel.

As Krusty walks to the bathroom, Kang and Kodos slither by.

"All right Kodos. Here is the plan: I will put some of my tentacle slime on these steps," He says as they climb up the stairs. "you walk across the lobby and let this so-called 'gravity' do the rest that way we may purchase the required mechanical parts to repair our ship."

"I might 'eak' my neck"

"What? Are you consuming mortals again? You know how that affects you speaking. Expectorate him immediatly!" Kodos spits out a human, which turns out to be Gil.

"Aw, ol' Gil's not even good enough to be eaten. I guess I'll go back to the subway." Gil walks away with his head down.

"Sorry. As I was saying, I might fracture my neck." Kodos responds.

Kang looks confused. "We don't possess necks."

"I know, I just don't see why I have to participate in this."

"Because I am 1000 Lightyears older than you, making me the oldest Kinsman, meaning you, brother, must to this." Just then, Gil came back go to the bar and slipped and fell down the stairs.

"Oh, ol' Gil's finally gonna get paid! Life is good. Da-da-da. Da-da-dadada!" He does a little jig on the ground. Kang and Kodos walk away depressed.

Patty and Selma were standing by watching Gil writhe in pain. "Hah. It always makes me feel good to see others in pain. Doesn't it Selma?" Patty says as she takes the cigarette out of her mouth.

Selma takes a cigarette out. "Oh yeah. Let's go to the bar, I need a memosa and a smoke."

"Amen to that. I wonder where Marge is?" Patty says looking around.

"Probably with that oaf of a husband."

Patty shakes her head. "I don't know what she sees in him."

"Me neither." They laugh and walk to the bar.

In fact, Marge is with Homer. Homer swings the door open, holding a purse.

"See Marge, I told you we didn't need a bellman." Homer said carrying Marge's purse as she carried all the luggage.

"Yes Homer, you avoided yet another tip." Marge says as she sets the luggage down. She takes her purse from Homer.

"Those nickles and dimes add up Marge."

Bart and Lisa run in towards the beds.

"I call this bed!" Bart jumps on a bed.

"Bart! I want that one." Lisa yells to Bart.

"Go to hell."

"Bart! Watch your damn language!" Homer responds.

Marge runs to the window. "Homie, look at this view!"

"Yeah... I think I'm going to go take a look downstairs." Homer takes his wallet out and looks through it.

Marge goes to Homer."Homer, you're not going to gamble are you?"

"Of course not Marge I'm just going to go--" 'All right say something smart Homer.' He thinks "--go gambling. Do'h!"

Marge crosses his arms."Homer! I'm disappointed in you. You swore on Patty and Selma's lives that you wouldn't gamble."

"Exactly, that's why I have to Marge!"

Marge takes Homer's wallet. "No, I'll go, you stay."

"Awww, Marge gets to have all the fun."

Lisa chimes in "Are you sure it's smart to let her go down there, she does have a gambling issue you know." She says as she opens up a book.

"She'll be fine." Homer runs to the mini-fridge. "Ooh! Mini-Fridge. Mmmmmm, mini everything." He drools.