Text (Top):"Marge walked out of the steamy bathroom and stopped to nuzzle her baby girl. 'She's always so yummy after a bath,' she thought. Maggie giggled then let out a big yawn. Marge smiled. She too, was ready for bed. She frowned as she remembered the dishwasher still needed to be loaded. She had asked Homer to do it.
'Which one's the dishwasher again?' he replied without turning from the TV, 'The cold one with all the food?'."
Text (Bottom):"Marge thought it to do it herself. 'Yes,' she thought, 'I'll get to that right after I help Lisa find the escaped fruit flies she'd been crossbreeding for science.' Of course, that would have to wait until after she pulled the arrow from Bart's bedroom wall and found where's he hiding that damn hunting bow.
Marge shook all those chores out of her head for now. [the first segment begins…] It was time to put her freshly bathed angel to bed. She took a deep breath and sighed:"
Marge:"What a long day! What should we read tonight?"