Snospis

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Author's note: This is based on a series of videos on YouTube called Snospis Eht. If you are interested in watching it, it's available here. It's really good, I advise you watch it.



I was an intern for The Simpsons. One day Matt Groening said there was a new episode that he hadn't seen yet. He asked me to go and look at them. The room he asked me to go to was completely bare. There was a tape on the floor. In sharpie it read, "SNOSPIS EHT: THE EPIC ADVENTURE". I thought that title was odd, but then again, that might just have been something written on the tape as a joke. Anyway, I popped the tape into the VCR and prepared to watch.

Part I

The tape started with a low quality MS paint drawing of the Simpson house, with a creepy piano version of Lavender Town in the background. I thought it was odd, but it might just be a couch gag. It slowly panned into the house, then it faded to a scene of Marge sitting in a rocking chair, widly rocking to and fro. She looked distressed. She was humming her trademark "Hmmrrrr" noise, but it was quiet, and being drowned out by the sound of the creaky chair. It then cut to a scene where Homer was coming home from work. He had an extremely angry expression on his face, and his footsteps were loud and extremely hyper-realistic. Marge, her face now showing insanity, said "Hello, Homie ! Are you home from work?" in a weird, creepy voice.

"Yes, Marge, I am home from work." Homer replied in an unusual voice, almost similiar to the voice from the Tracey Ullman shorts, but extremely distorted.

"Good, you are home from work." Marge said, flapping her hands up and down, frantically.

"Say, Marge, what's for dinner?" Homer asked, waving his hands up and down.

"PORK CHOPS, HOMIE." Marge shouted. Her face was disheveled and twisted.

It then cut to Homer eating his pork chops. "These are good pork chops, Marge." said Homer.

"Yes, I boiled them myself." said Marge. Her voice was becoming unpleasent. Her face looked like Squidward.

"Say, Marge" said Homer, "Where's Bart and Lisa?"

"They're in their cages, Homie." said Marge. She was smoking a cigarette and was holding a shotgun.

This was messed up. I continued watching.

It then showed Marge going down to the basement, with a distorted form of the Quake theme playing in the background. The basement door read "DANGER: DO NOT ENTER". 

It then faded to white. An unusual hopping noise was playing in the background. Marge's eyes were blank, there were no pupils. She walked to two cells, one had a sign that said "Bart", the other had a sign that said "Lisa". Marge pushed a leaver to open the cages. The lights turned on to reavel a malnourished Lisa sitting on a chair. She was naked and had a stubble growing around her mouth.

"Hello, Marge. How are things upstairs?" she said in a distorted accent.

"They are good, Lisa." said Marge. "Ned Flanders won't turn his strobe lighting off, though, so we haven't slept in DAAAAAAAAAYS".

"Oh dear, that dosen't sound very good." said Lisa, lighting a cigar. "Where's Bart by the way? I haven't seen him since Fluesday."

"Bart's driving Homer around, because Homer dosen't have a car." said Marge. She had turned into a snowman.

"That's really good, Marge. Oil prices are expensive these days, anyway." Lisa said, urinating on the chair. "Say, why am I covered in shit." 

It then showed a weird 3D Lisa floating around. Her face was stretched, and there were distorted banging sounds in the background.

Lisa then said something, but it was hard to hear, because it was covered by the banging sounds. It then faded to black.

Part II

Lisa was lying in bed, naked. A creepy, distorted tune was playing in the background. Lisa got up, her legs streching far across the ground. It then showed Lisa standing in front of a small, cramped wardrobe. She picked up a red dress, and went upstairs. Then she got on a motorcycle and went flying out of the window. She then arrived in what I presumed to be the school. There was a trippy pattern instead of walls or even a floor. The door was just floating there. Her dress had fallen off and she sat down at a desk. She ripped out her eyes and melted. Then went flying through the wall into a different room. Her dress was back on. She picked a record off of a bookshelf and began throwing it up and down. 

"LISA!!!" said Marge.

"Yes, Marge." Lisa replied in a creepy, automatic voice.

"THIS IS TIME FOR WORK!!!" Marge said.

Two balls, one red, and one blue, flew into Lisa's empty eye sockets.

"Okay, Marge" Lisa said.

Marge then said something, but it was impossible to hear.

A horrible screeching sign followed. Marge began levitating, slowly taking off her dress.

It then showed the basement. Marge floated down the stairs, hyper-realistically naked. 

Lisa was playing video games. Her head tilted to and fro, slowly. 

"LISA!!!" Marge screamed. "Why are you not at work?" 

"I am playing Video games, Marge." said Lisa.

"Well you should be at work!" Marge said in an almost indecipherable, squeaking tone, stretching.

"I think I'll stay here, Marge" said Lisa Then the house exploded. A hyper-realistic mushroom cloud emerged out of the house. This was getting weird.

The next scene showed Lisa and Marge sitting outside, drinking Duvel beer. Marge got up, and stared at the camera.

"Oh no, not again." said Marge.

"Marge, where will we go?" said Lisa.

"We will go to my mother's house." said Marge. She looked really messed up, her body was twisting into shreds, floating and rotating.

"Then I shall live in the basement." said Lisa, after taking a sip of beer.

Part V

"LISA!!!" Marge shouted. She then fell down the stairs and landed in some excrement.

"Lisa." Marge said. "YOU HAVE DONE THIS ALL OVER MY HOUSE! IT IS A HORRIBLE MESS!".

"But Marge." Lisa said. "I do not need a toilet. The world is my toilet".

"Let's watch the television." Lisa said.

Marge then rambled gibberish.

"Marge, where is Bart? And Homer." said Lisa. "I have not seen them since Fluesday."

"BART'S DRIVING HOMER BECAUSE HOMER DOSEN'T HAVE A CAR." said Marge

It then showed the scene of Bart taking Homer to work.

Bart then moaned in agony. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it with some matches.

"So, Homer. You wanted me to drive you. Where is your car?" said Bart.

"No, Bart. I'm going to ride you. I'm going to ride you TO THE KWIK-E-MART!!!" said Homer. He then expanded in size and sat on Bart's back. There was a horrible distorted screeching sound in background as Bart slowly crawled with Homer sitting on his back.

Part VI

Lisa and Marge were in the basement, watching Television. 

On the television was a weird, twisted version of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Twilight Sparkle was talking to Rainbow Dash, except you couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Marge. What the fuck is this?" said Lisa. "I was expecting something better".

"I don't know, Lisa" said Marge. "It's something to do with horses".

The weird version of MLP played on. Derpy Hooves flew past Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle.

"No seriously." said Lisa. "I don't get it".

Pinkie Pie let out a horrible cry.

"This show is making me question the concept of reality." said Lisa.

"Let's go outside, Lisa." Marge said. "And punch real horses. I will show you how"

Marge and Lisa then went outside.

"LOOK LISA!!!" said Marge, pointing at Twilight Sparkle. "THERE'S A HORSE. SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND!!!"

"I don't know whether that's a good idea, Marge." said Lisa. "Horses are notoriously violent."

"DON'T BE A PUSSY, LEESHAA!!!" said Marge. She snook up on Twilight Sparkle and got kicked over.

"MARGE, THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!" said Lisa. She then drank some beer, sitting on top of Marge.

Part VIII

Then it showed a flashback of Marge's childhood. That same creepy piano music from the first episode was playing in the background. Little Marge was just about to go to school. Marge's mother said "LITTLE MARGE, LITTLE MARGE, TIME TO GO TO SCHOOL."

"Yes." said Marge.

"Remember your bag of crap dear." said Marge's mother, holding a paper bag, labeled "CR*P".

Little Marge then ran across the road. Marge's mother's head did a full 360 degree turn. 

"OH LOOK, MISTER SATAN IS HERE!!!" said Marge's mother.

Mister Satan then said some gibberish.

"Yeaaaaaaah" said Marge's mother.

Mister Satan then said some more gibberish.

"I love you Mister Satan." said Little Marge. "I am Little Marge."

Mister Satan then said some more gibberish, this time to Little Marge.

Then a creepy tune played. Then it showed the Coca Cola logo. Then it showed Little Marge in rags in an old factory. 

Part IX

The scene was now a bus shelter. Water dripped from the ceiling into a bucket. Homer was sitting next to Marge. Marge was out cold. Then she woke up, making weird humming noises.

"Marge, did you have those dreams again?" asked Lisa.

"Are we at the bus station, Lisa." asked Marge.

"Yes, Marge. A unicorn kicked you in the head. So I took you to the bus station to come round. You have been in a coma for 6 months."

"Oh, right, I feel fine." said Marge. 

"I am going to take the bike out to get some Starbucks coffee." said Lisa.

"Eeeeah. I don't like coffee!" said Marge.

"If you are bored, an iron fillings plant was built next door while you were in a coma." said Lisa, "You could, like, breathe in the metal shavings or something."

Lisa then rode downhill on her motorbike. She pulled up outside Starbucks and lit a menthol cigarette.

Lisa went into Starbucks. The creepy tune was playing.

"Hello, shopkeep. Have you anything to sell?" asked Lisa "I would like a cup of coffee for my father, Homer. He likes coffee." 

"I would also like a cup of coffee for me, Lisa. I also like coffee." said Lisa "My mother, Marge, does not like coffee, so nothing for her."

A weird pikachu thing screamed at the top of it's voice, and then passed Lisa her coffee.

"Thankyou, shopkeep." Lisa said. "I will take my coffee now."

Lisa then drove into the lake and drowned. But then, it showed some disturbing flashbacks going through Lisa's mind, and she suddenly rose out of the water and flew home, into the basement.

"Hello, family. I have coffee for Homer, but no coffee for Marge." said Lisa.

"That is good, Lisa, I do not drink coffee." Marge said in an echo-y voice.

"Marge, what is wrong with your voice?" Lisa asked.

"It is the iron filings plant next door. All the metal shavings rip apart human lungs causing eventual death." said Marge.

"Look, my favourite commercial is on." said Lisa.

The television fell off of the table and exploded on the floor.

"Lisa." said Marge.

"Yes, Marge." said Lisa.

"Go and check on your brother, Bart." Marge replied. "I have not been in his room for over 10 days."

Lisa flew through the ceiling into the Bart's room.

Bart is seen lying on the floor, unconscious, with several beer bottles around him.

"Hello, Bart. It is me, Lisa Simpson." said Lisa.

Bart breathed in heavily.

"Bart." said Lisa. "You are not as fun as you used to be. Would you like to play a video game?" 

"How about the punching and kicking game, or the murder and ray game." said Lisa

Lisa, Bart and Marge are seen in the basement wearing 3D glasses and holding video game remotes.

"Here. I will be player 1, and you can be player 2." said Lisa. "Get ready for the MOST. INTENSE. VIDEO GAMING. SESSION. EVER." said Lisa.

Time passed by...

"Well, that was a lot of fun." said Lisa.

Bart regained consciousness.

"Hello, Bart. Did you have fun on your trip to the seaside?"

"Yes I did, Lisa." said Bart. "And now I must go back, to the seaside."

"I think I will join you." said Lisa. "For this trip, we will come back soon, won't we, Bart?"

"Only time will tell, Lisa." said Bart. " We may be gone a while."

Then Bart and Lisa injected syringes into their eyes.

Aftermath

I wondered what the hell this was. I showed the tape to Matt Groening and he was shocked as well. We smashed the tape up till it was no good, shot it a few times, urinated on it and flushed it down the toilet and make sure nobody managed to get hold of it. Will it be found? Only time will tell, Lisa. We may be gone a while...

... and then a skeleton popped out.

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