Homer looked at his daughter, then at the heavy-duty machinery he was currently operating. "Rules are for people who don't have giant robot arms, Lisa."
"Area 51?" Lisa whispered, reading the destination sign as the doors hissed shut behind her. "That can’t be right."
The Egyptian Treasures exhibit was only in Springfield for one more day, and Lisa Simpson wasn’t about to let a little thing like "lack of transportation" stop her. After a series of tactical maneuvers—and a very questionable permission slip—she found herself standing at the corner of 5th and Main, staring at a bus that definitely did not go to the museum.
"Lisa! Jump into the bucket!" Homer yelled, swinging the mechanical arm wildly.
Meanwhile, back at the power plant, Homer felt a sudden, inexplicable "Dad-sense" tingling—or perhaps it was just the half-eaten donut in his pocket. When he realized Lisa hadn't returned, he didn't call the police; he grabbed a cherry picker.