Bart spies an opportunity to make a quick buck so he channels his inner carny and posits his sinking house as a natural wonder of the world and its inhabitants as freaks, barking to dazzled spectators, “Behold the horrors of the Slanty Shanty! See the twisted creatures that dwell within! Meet Cue-Ball, the man with no hair!”

Having to recurse into subdirs on every one of those occasions would give me butt cancer.

Load of old rubbish, more like. Just a daft story from a time when folk didn't know any better.

He arrived at the lakefront and drove around the circle where the amusement park and beach used to be when he was a kid[…]