Ned: Our annual father-son rafting trip is next weekend.
Bart: [thinking] Oh no, me bring Homer on a rafting trip?
[In Bart's imagination, Homer wears a paper sailor hat and
faces the wrong way in the raft]
Homer: Duh, I'm the captain. My son is Bart. [splashes everyone
with his oar]
Father 1: What an oaf!
Father 2: How embarrassing.
Camper: Glad he's not _my_ father.
-- Nightmare rafting trips, "Boy Scoutz 'N the Hood"