Marge turned to the sky, where the first glazed donut fell gently into her hand. She took a small bite.
"¡Eso no tiene sentido!"
"No."
From the kitchen window, Marge sighed, her blue beehive hair towering like a monument to patience. "Homero, cariño, no tenemos una llanta de emergencia para la llanta de emergencia. Y eso es un aro de bicicleta viejo."
"¡Como la vida, Marge! ¡Como la vida!" And with that, he kickflipped into the chaos. los simpson espanol latino
Everyone froze. Even Abuelito lowered his lantern.
"¡Ay, caramba!" he grunted, sweat dripping down his yellow forehead. "¡Marge, ya terminé con la llanta de emergencia! ¿Ahora qué hago con la llanta de emergencia de la llanta de emergencia?" Marge turned to the sky, where the first
Bardo shrugged, trying to look cool. "Nel, jefa. Yo voy a surfear la marea de donas con mi patineta."