"Pack your bags, Bob," Krusty said, slamming his hand on the table. "I’m getting you out."
"And now, ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer boomed. "Put your hands together for the redeemed, the reformed, the redhead... SIDESHOW BOB!"
Bob pulled a pie from behind his back. But he didn't throw it. He looked at it with disdain. "This is what you feed them, isn't it, Krusty? Empty calories? Industrial cream? Well, no more!"