"Eso no es un problema," Homero said, already running toward his car. "¡Eso es un desayuno con pirotecnia!"
A crack of thunder rolled over Springfield as Homero Simpson Jr. — a spitting image of his father, but with a slightly more confused look — dragged a worn-out tire across the yard. los simpson espanol latino
"Mmm... profético," she whispered, as the thunder of sprinkles and Homero's joyful scream — "¡Wujuuu!" — echoed through Springfield. "Eso no es un problema," Homero said, already
"¡Eso no tiene sentido!"
Marge turned to the sky, where the first glazed donut fell gently into her hand. She took a small bite. She took a small bite
Homero patted Abuelito's shoulder. "Tranquilo, viejo. Si viene el diluvio, yo me subo al techo con una hielera llena de cerveza Duff. ¡Problema resuelto!"
Suddenly, a familiar screech echoed down the street. El Profesor Frink zoomed by on a unicycle with a jet engine, his glasses askew.