Attack of the 50 Foot Marge
By Robert L. Fitzpatrick
“I’ve never spoken with government agents before.” Marge nervously eyeballed the man and the woman across the table.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Mrs. Simpson. Just think of the two of us as being government employees. Like reporters for People Week Magazine. Just forget about the tape recorder here and tell us your story - we’re very interested in hearing it.”
“Oh...and we already made a movie deal…if that’s okay...”
“The government would like to hear your side of the story; just tell us what happened...piece by piece.”
“My story? Oh yes. Well, it had a pretty uninteresting start. I was taking little Maggie, that’s my daughter, out in the stroller around a newly-opened shopping district here in Springfield. It was a nice sunny day, and I thought I’d look for shoes - I have pretty big feet...well they got a lot bigger after that afternoon.