the springfield preppers' top secret bug-out retreat. wow!our end of the world is better than my during the world. homer, we all know america's collapse is about three months away. six weeks at most. there's always one alarmist. anyway, when the four horsemen ride, we want you and your collaterals right here with us. aw. uh, listen, i've got to know-- you're not just being nice to me because in a pinch you could make candles from my fat? well, that is a big part of it. it's okay. i know what i am. marge: hmm? i can't find all our cereal crackers, juice boxes, the butter brush... um... a lot of that stuff must've got lost in the move. what move? we haven't moved. what's going on? oh! i want to tell you, but i promised to keep it a secret. you can't have secrets from your wife! it's very late in the marriage to tell me that. i've hidden all our supplies behind a fake wall. i thought the basement looked cleaner. see? these are our bug-out bags. in here is everything we need to survive. survive what? the looming kablooey. it's reassuring to see y