Hell's (Horny) Kitchen

Chapter One

Homer Simpson was arriving at the Nuclear Plant as he did everyday. He swiped his key card at the entrance. As he walked into the door, the familiar gray walls and the plethora of buttons greeted him. He brewed himself a fresh cup of coffee and began walking. While walking to his office, he overheard a nearby conversation between two of his coworkers.

"Did you hear about that gourmet restaurant open up down town?"

"Oh yeah. My wife was talking about it this morning, saying we should take the kids there."

"Oh no no no, you wouldn't want to take any children there. It's full of freaks, I've heard. It's also way overpriced. Not worth being traumatized, if you ask me."

"Jeez, and here I was thinking that we could have a nice meal at this "Saucy Sizzles" place. Can't get anything good around here, huh?"

Homer leaned in closer to learn more. 

"OOF." Homer had tripped over his own leg in front of his coworkers! They stopped talking turned toward the noise.

"Homer, what the hell are you doing? This isn't your sector! This is sector nine, aren't you in sector six today?"

Homer scrabbled to his feet and brushed the dirt off of his tie. 

"What do you mean? This is sector six! It's right here... oh." Homer stopped.

He pointed to sign on the wall, clearly labeled "Sector 9." The men furrowed their eyebrows. 

"Doh! I was reading up side down again!" Homer rests his face in his palms."

"Get out of here, Homer."

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 Homer walked down the long hallway back to sector 6. Half of his coffee was gone and he was a bit more clear headed then earlier. He began to think about that restaurant... Sausage Sizzles? Sauce and Sizzlers? He took another sip of his coffee. He was still a little drowsy, he guessed.

He found his way to his office. He set what remained of his coffee on the desk and began working. As he was working, he was thinking of the restaurant in the back of his head.

"Sauce...sausage...sizzle...skittles...mmm skittles..." he muttered

"Skittle, skittle, skittle. This button looks like a skittle!" In front of Homer was a big yellow button with an "S" in the middle. Homer giggled and slammed the button.

The speakers above him beeped three times. Homer bounced his leg in anticipation.

He waited patiently for his candy. Soon enough, he heard trudging foot steps coming closer to him. He swiveled his chair toward the door.

The door swung open. Mr. Burns glaring eyes met with Homers. Mr. Burns squinted at him.

"What is the meaning of this?! I have instructed all of my workers not to press that button unless otherwise permitted!" Mr. Burns screamed.

"Are you here to bring me my skittles?" Homer said, not acknowledging Mr. Burns' exclamation.

Mr. Burns sighed and pinched the bridge of his noes.

"No, Simpson, I do not have any...skittles. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"When will I be getting my skittles? Can you pick out the purple ones? I don't like those." Homer replied.

Mr. Burns' eye twitched. He said nothing as he stomped out Homer's office.

"Welp, better not touch that one again!" Homer labeled a sticky note "Push to make boss mad #4" and stuck it on the skittles button.