"Wait until you see the 'Grand Theft Scooter' DLC."

The car dropped into a pile of soft topsoil (by sheer cartoon logic). Everyone was safe.

Homer’s car—the pink station wagon with the mismatched door—was idling in the driveway. Alone. Its headlights flickered in Morse code:

"I’m on level three!" Homer shouted. "Collect all the eggs before the school bus explodes!"