palace of winds

I woke up this morning thinking: ASH was disgruntled because he was perpetually older than his oldest saucepan.

He had somehow got into a dream about the Simpsons, who were the live-in servants (more like slaves) of a family of cartoon rabbits. Lisa had woken up in school instead of in her bed at home, and had called to report this to the rest of the Simpsons clan, who were, for whatever reason, spurred to a frenzy of activity by this. The bunnies unfortunately found out, and joined the gathering posse to set out to the school.

Then came exposition-time, where all of the Simpsons and Tony Head were walking around the kitchen with a massive amount of pots and pans while there was a sort of voice-over monologue describing the scene.

And then the phone rang, and that was that.