Lisa: Mom, where is he? If I don't get that reed, I'll sound terrible!
Marge: Don't worry, honey, I'm sure your father is...
[imagines Homer fixing a flat tire] Maybe.
[imagines Homer chased up a tree by a bear] No.
[imagines Homer abducted by aliens] That's a long shot.
[imagines Homer at Moe's Tavern] Bingo.
-- Whatever remains, however improbable... "Lisa's Pony"