The Long Road Home
In the aftermath of that bigger fishman dropping like a sack of lemons, the adults present had a great deal to accomplish before they could leave again. After taking extra steps to ensure that both Whiteman and Gill would be restrained even if the considerable amount of sedative Finale had pumped into both wore off, everyone had set about getting the collars off of the kids, all of whom had been extremely grateful to no longer be in danger of punitive electric shocks. Eventually Wiggum and his officers had arrived and needed little prompting to take the camp staff away for what would probably be a long time. Looking at the bulging muscles of both of the camp's fishy overseers, Abe made a mental note to start looking for people who could renovate their fair city's prison. It had been on his to do list for a while, but now it had jumped a bit in terms of priority.
That left only the small matter of getting Homer's car out of the building Gill had thrown it into. The pink sedan had, in a minor miracle, landed on it's wheels and while the body was looking bad even by the standards of his son's driving record the combined efforts of Tony, Wilhelm, and Homer had gotten it out of the Arts & Crafts building. Sadly, the windshield had been absolutely shattered, and while the engine was running Abe knew just enough about cars to know that it wasn't sounding anywhere near good enough to drive back home, not with the kids with them.
A tow truck had been called, and while Homer had complained he hadn't stopped Abe from pressing a wad of bills into the driver's hand when asked about the bill. In the meantime Tony had called for one of his own cars to pick him and Michael up, the mafioso having given Abe a nod and said he would see his boss later. Abe hadn't pressed the issue; not only was the man clearly eager to get his son back home, but with him gone there was more space in Abe's car for Homer and the kids.
Wilhelm was next to leave, telling Abe that he wanted to go for a good, long ride with his horse before heading back to Flanders' house. Which left Abe, his family, the dogs, and Finale to start making their way home. Climbing into the increasingly cramped car and putting it in drive, everyone was completely silent as they pulled away from the camp, both Bart and Lisa visibly relaxing now that they were no longer in danger of being captured again.
The silence continued for the first mile or so before Bart spoke up, voice surprisingly hesitant and apologetic. "Sorry about getting Grandpa involved with all this Dad," he said, looking distinctly uncomfortable and trying to keep his eyes out the window, "I know you didn't want to talk with him until you'd had a chance to cool off."
The admission hurt Abe more than he'd expected, that his son still wanted nothing to do with him even after a few months had passed wasn't exactly a
surprise but it still stung. His fingers clenched the steering wheel and a brief flicker up to the mirror showed that while Finale had drifted off to sleep again Homer was looking…Dare he say it, conflicted?
"Son, I'm going to tell you something important, something I don't say to you very often but something you definitely need to hear." Homer began, pausing for a moment and seemingly trying to get his thoughts in order while Bart and Lisa both looked like they were getting ready for the grandfather of all chewing outs. "You did exactly what you were supposed to do in this situation."
Both of Abe's grandchildren practically did a double take at that, Bart even trying to dig wax out of his ears before looking at his old man with suspicion. "Come again? But because of us Grandpa had to come rescue us, then you had to rescue him, and then that pile of fish sticks beat you all up! How was any of that the right thing to do?"
"The two of you were in trouble so you got in contact with an adult you trusted," Homer continued, and then his face looked as though he'd taken a large bite of a Springfield lemon, "No matter what's going on between the two of us…If you trust your grandpa to help you out of trouble, and for whatever reason your mother and I can't be there…Don't feel bad about going to him."
There was silence from the backseat for another moment, and just when Abe was about to risk another look back he heard a pair of sniffles, and Homer grunting a bit as though two small bodies were hugging him tightly around his belly. Abe couldn't help but smile a bit at that, glad that despite the flaws of his own parenting (and there were definitely more than a few) Homer wasn't passing any of them on down to the next generation.
Abruptly, Homer looked up from his kids and met Abe's eyes through the windshield mirror. He didn't say anything, but Abe thought there was a sense of "We'll talk later" in that gaze.
The car continued on for a while, the silence considerably less awkward as everyone began to relax secure in the knowledge that the Simpson family was safe once again. Suddenly Homer, who had been looking out the window for a bit, spoke up in an excited tone. "Ooh, ooh! Ice cream stand! Let's all get some frosty chocolate milkshakes!"
A sharp laugh escaped Abe's mouth, his lips curling up in a smile as he obligingly turned into the drive thru of said place, the kids cheering at the promise of such a treat after so long in such an awful predicament!
Hooray for communicating like actual adults! And with the kids rescued only a little worse for the wear, maybe the adults of the Simpson family can finally sit down with some frosty chocolate milkshakes and actually get started on patching up their relationships!
...Please?