Homer: {[reads label on the Mr. Cleanser bottle]
Hmm..."Use only in a well-ventilated area." Shove it,
buddy!
[pours some out, starts scrubbing] Ooh...
[the fumes get to him, and the logos on the cleansers
come alive and look at him evilly]
Huh?
[the creatures all jump him]}
Mr. Cleanser: {[in a Russian accent] I must destroy you!}
Homer: {Aah! Aah! Aah!}
Marge: {Homer! What's going on down there?}
Homer: {Nothing.}
Marge: {Then stop screaming so loud!}
Homer: {OK...oh. Oh. Oh.}
-- Pointless warning labels, "Bart Gets an Elephant"
