Tram Pararam Updated: Simpsons

Inside, Homer clutched a half-eaten donut as if it were a sacred relic. He tried to conduct the tram’s rhythm with one slobbery finger while simultaneously arguing with Marge about whether the driver—wearing an Itchy & Scratchy tie—was breaking transit code by playing accordion covers of barbershop quartets. Bart skateboarded down the aisle, tracing the melody with his wheels and leaving a faint chalky lineup that read “DON’T PANIC” in wobbling capitals. Lisa, exasperated and delighted, scribbled a sonata on a napkin, translating the tram’s clackety-clack into an elegant bridge in E minor.