They're fine.

Marge: Homer, it's really coming down. Could you check on the boys?

Homer: They're fine.

Yeah, a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like.

We're all gonna stay here with the comic book. It'll be like a sleepover. Yeah, a sleepover. That's what pals do, right? Real friendly-like.

YAARRGH!

My pants... caught on barbed wire! Good Lord (choke)... an A-BOMB! YAARRGH! I'm becoming... radioactive. From this day forward, I shall call myself...RADIOACTIVE MAN!

Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this!

Well, it's payday. I'll wager you've been looking forward to this!

No, no, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the-- Aaaaaaaah!

No, no, not the iodine. Burn the germs off with a torch! Amputate my arm! But not the-- Aaaaaaaah!

They've never improved on iodine.

Mrs. Glick: Now don't fidget.

Bart: Listen, lady, you don't have to-- Aaaaaaaah!

Mrs. Glick: They've never improved on iodine.

BOYS LOVE CANDY!

Mrs. Glick: Here, have some ribbon candy. Boys love candy.

Bart: No, thanks.

Mrs. Glick: BOYS LOVE CANDY!

He didn't say it, and neither did I, but at that moment, my dad and I were closer than we--

Marge: So maybe a part-time job is the answer.

Bart: Oh Mom, I couldn't ask you to do that. You're already taking care of Maggie and Lisa is such a handful--

Lisa: She means YOU should get a job, stupid!

Bart: Me?

Wonder Years narrator: Get a job? Were they serious? I didn't realize it at the time, but a little piece of my childhood had slipped away, forever.

Homer: Bart! What are you staring at?

Bart: Uh, nothing.

Wonder Years narrator: He didn't say it, and neither did I, but at that moment, my dad and I were closer than we--

Homer: Bart! Stop it.

Bart: Sorry.

All those light bulb-warmed treats always tasted extra good.

All those light bulb-warmed treats always tasted extra good.

And because I'd worked for it...

And because I'd worked for it...

But the big day finally came...

But the big day finally came...

We want those dress shields hand-washed and drip-dried.

Patty: Venus. Oh, Venus!

Selma: We want those dress shields hand-washed and drip-dried.

For months, I worked and worked, while my sisters smoked and smoked.

For months, I worked and worked, while my sisters smoked and smoked.

Hmm, okay!

Patty: We'll give you half our allowance.

Selma: Uh huh. But you have to be our slave.

Marge: Hmm, okay!

Give me Wonder Woman! And that golden lariat -- she can tie me up any time.

Give me Wonder Woman! And that golden lariat -- she can tie me up any time.

Will Radioactive Man act in time to save the Earth?

Radioactive Man: Ahh, these Laramie cigarettes give me the steady nerves I need to combat evil.

Fallout Boy: Gee willikers, Radioactive Man. Wished I was old enough to smoke Laramies.

Radioactive Man: Sorry, Fallout Boy. Not until you're 16. Look out!

Narrator: Will Radioactive Man act in time to save the Earth?

This looks like a discount for... Bartman!

Lisa: Too bad we didn't come dressed as popular cartoon characters.

Bart: This looks like a discount for... Bartman!