And so they kept watching—forever, in syndication.
I notice you wrote (The Simpsons all seasons), then asked me to generate a story .
By season 9, Bart had drawn thirty-seven new chalkboard gags. By season 12, the family had traveled to space, the future, and three alternate universes. By season 20, even Flanders was tired.
"D'oh!" he muttered. But he pressed play anyway.
Lisa sighed. "That's because we're cartoons, Dad."
At season 31, Homer finished a donut and looked at the screen. "You know," he said, "we haven't aged a day."
Homer sat on the couch, remote in hand. "Marge," he said, "I'm going to watch every single season of our lives."
Marge raised an eyebrow. "That's 35 seasons, Homer."
