"Why are there hoof prints on the ceiling?" Marge asked as she was trying to help Lisa out in her tough situation.

Not one second after, Homer Simpson came into view...with a pig...walking on the ceiling. "Spider Pig, Spider Pig. Does whatever a Spider Pig does. Can he swing...from a web? No he can't, he's a pig. Look oooouuuutttt-"

Iron Man crashed in through the window all of a sudden and blasted Homer away, catching Spider Pig in his arms. "I am Iron Man, and how dare you mock the almighty Spider Pig! Also, you know, you may want to wash this thing or something." Iron Man held the pig away from him quickly.

"Hey, what'dya want, I'm a freakin' pig here!" Spider Pig shouted. Everyone stared at the pig for a good minute or so. "What? You never seen a pig talk before?"

"Well, there was Babe, but I hated that movie." Iron Man said calmly. "Plus it made me hungry...no offense or anything."

"None taken." Spider Pig said. "Now let's get outta here before the mob scene happens, I don't wanna be bacon bits!"

Iron Man and Spider Pig blasted through the roof and flew away into the night sky.

Homer sat up and started to cry. "There goes my baby...seems like just yesterday I snatched him from the arms of a tired old clown...eh, whatever. I need a beer."