Smithers, why am I wearing my meeting tie and chitchat spats?
Well, sir, the demand for power has dropped recently due to a new wind farm.
My old enemy, the wind. Mother Nature's sour belches.
Well, it's not just that.
The prison is now powering its electric chair with a spin class.
Let's go, bitches. Fry this scum.
The result is we have excess power and a buyer
who wants to use it to mine blockchain cryptocurrency.
I do know mines, chains, and crypts.
Stand back, Smithers, as I unleash my legendary negotiation skills.
I think he might be dead.
- I win. - Win what?
I'm ordering dinner if you guys want anything.
If you agree to triple your offer, I will in return let in a sliver of sunlight.
- Hmm. Hmm? Mmm?
Would you at least look at our offer?
Hard to do without a little light.
People want pizza or Chinese?
Wait, you can't leave.
We're out. We made a deal with the Ogdenville plant.
The last straw was when you had that weird guy
stand too close to us with his shirt off.
Ugh.
We getting dinner?
Storming off. A classic counter move.
Oh. They'll be back before my aunt's ashes fall through this hourglass.
While we wait for them to return,
I have an idea how we can monetize our excess power.
A massive concert venue.
We could make a big profit on merchandise, concessions and parking.
Parking, the modern El Dorado.
The arena could have video on the outside,
and, uh, we could make it an interesting shape. Maybe spherical.
Yes, I have the perfect name. We'll call it The Circulus.
Of course, on the day I get a zit.
My night eyes!
Oh, the light from that stupid Circumulus has made it impossible
to sleep here or at work.
Did you know that I passed out at Moe's from tiredness?
Breaking news. Ginormous Kent Brockman here to announce
The Circulus opening act will be K-pop sensation, Kneesock Dolls.
Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.
Kneesock Dolls! They're my favorite girl pop band from my favorite Korea.
I wanna go. No, I need to go.
Oh, Lisa, no one enjoys loud gibberish and screaming preteens more than me,
but that concert's on a school night. Going just wouldn't be responsible.
But this might be my only chance to see them and hear their defiant songs
about equal pay and cute boys in the summertime.
Don't cry. We'll go. We'll buy tickets and be there, I swear.
No daddy's daughter ever had a better daughter daddy.
Mmm.
Okay, seats go on sale in one minute. We just need to get any tickets we can
before the other fans and their guilt-ridden daddies.
Sold out? How can they all be gone in under a second?
So I'm not going?
Not a problem, sweetie. We can still get tickets on the secondary market,
just like we did with Grampa's pacemaker.
What the? Some guy called "SeatMiser" has somehow snatched up every ticket
and is reselling them for $2,000 each.
It's okay, Dad. Thanks for trying. Let's just forget it.
No. America's most sacred freedom,
the ability to buy a ticket at face value, shall not be taken from us.
Everyone deserves their fair shot at a seat,
whether it be concert, sporting event,
or Terry Gross in conversation with Drama Desk Award winner,
Audra McDonald, at the 92nd Street Y.
I will get those tickets because this is one lazy American
who won't take this injustice standing up!
Or sober.
This SeatMiser's a real J-E-R-Kosher sign.
Hmm.
These ticket resellers use computer bots to buy up everything
and then jack up the prices.
It's really something to be upset about.
It's okay, Lis. You'll still get to see the concert in videos posted by rich kids.
Look at this.
SeatMiser's bought up seats for every upcoming Circulus event.
- No.
I am taking a stand against predatory resellers like this SeatMiser.
How can you stop this aftermarket villain?
They could be using a computer anywhere in the world, even Trinidad and/or Tobago.
Uh, wrong again, Sideshow Melvin.
I have discovered, through cyber manipulation,
that SeatMiser's account was set up
on a library computer right here in Springfield.
I bet it's Lenny. One day I saw him with a book.
Uh, I'm doing research for my novel
about 18th-century Hungarian pirates on the Black Sea.
That idea's mine. Nobody steal it. I'll know.
It's probably Seymour. He comes from a troubled home.
To find this pernicious ticket reseller,
I have brought in one of the FBI's most decorated criminal profilers.
My name is… not public information.
I used to catch violent serial killers,
but now we just leave that to documentaries and podcasts.
Which leaves me free to dedicate my extensive skills
to fighting this new, highly irritating breed of semi-crime.
I know ticket trafficking is a sin, but is it against the law?
Well, it's illegal in some states,
and since I don't know what state this is,
it could be here too.
I will bring this SeatMiser to justice,
and they will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.
Assuming there is a law against this kind of thing here.
I'm so proud of you for not saying anything at a town meeting.
Mouth stuck with taffy.
Even if they catch this stupid ticket reseller, I still can't go to the concert.
I'm sorry, Lisa. I guess Daddy didn't come through for you.
Oh, my God. You never thought I would come through for you.
No. No, I did. I always think you'll come through for me.
Oh, I've set the bar so low I can't even disappoint you anymore.
The way you're making this all about you is a little disappointing.
Don't try to cheer me up. I'm gonna get those tickets by any means necessary.
And when I don't, you better be let down.
Stupid amazing Circulus creating an economic system easily exploitable
by ruthless capitalists with a technological advantage.
Hey. Hey, buddy.
Word on the street is your daughter's desperate
for tickets to the Kneesock Dolls.
The street is right.
Come into my office.
This is the way ticket buying is supposed to be.
From a sketchy dude in a parking lot who you'd never talk to in real life.
I got four seats. They can be yours for 500 bucks and clean urine.
Uh, how about 450 and cleanish?
Deal.
Hmm.
That thing is so bright. Everyone, put on your sleep helmets.
Guys, guess which hero is amazing.
This one. Ticket, ticket, ticket, ticket.
Oh, my God!
Dad, I'm so sorry I wasn't madder at you before.
Can you ever forgive me?
Of course I can't.
I don't wanna go to Lisa's stupid girl band.
But it could be cool to hate-watch something on a screen that big.
I can't wait to hear the songs live I've been forced to listen to driving carpool.
And now with no off-key Janey.
Off-key?
You have to tell me when you're having a sleepover.
I wasn't.
Okay, 30 seconds. I lasted longer than I thought I would.
I'm gonna go check this place out.
Hmm.
Mmm. Hmm.
Hey, what's with all the security?
Oh, I'm not supposed to tell anyone.
Don't tell anyone what?
That this whole concert is just a giant trap.
Giant trap?
Yeah. The FBI profiler figured out that the guy
who's reselling all the tickets is gonna be at this show tonight.
Yep, the police are finally gonna catch SeatMiser.
Well, that sure sucks for SeatMiser.
Also known as me.
Hmm.
This profiler thinks she's got me cornered,
but there's no corners in a Circulus.
So this SeatMiser guy is pretty screwed, am I right?
Totally. Every exit is covered by cops.
The only possible way out is through the restricted areas.
But you can't get into those without an employee pass, like this one.
- Yoink. - Did someone say, "Yoink"?
This concert is the perfect trap for SeatMiser.
These ticket-reselling psychos can't resist showing up
to silently gloat over their victims.
Damn, she's good. The money's nice, but the gloating is…
Whoa.
So SeatMiser's here in the eye of The Circulus, huh?
But, uh, which one of these 10,000 people is he?
Well, my profiling tells me we're looking for a kid from Springfield Elementary.
What would a kid even do with all the money they'd make from this?
How about funding a campaign of targeted harassment?
He started with the Springfield State marching band,
and just keeps raising the stakes.
My intel confirms that Skinner is the principal of the school,
and also he does in fact suck.
So focus on every kid who's 12 or under.
Before we know it, "Skinner sucks" will be projected on the moon.
How'd she know? I'm still waiting on quotes from three moon guys.
Uh, Lou, stick with me.
I was eating corn nuts while she was talking,
and all I heard was, "Crunch, crunch, crunch."
By now our target is aware of our security presence
and will try to escape somewhere backstage.
Next, this psycho will try to cause a distraction
so they can slip out.
Cover all fire alarms to eliminate any attempted chaos.
Hey, what are you doing back here, pally?
Uh… Uh…
Um…
I work here. See?
Uh, don't worry, kid. One day, your face will clear up,
and you'll be quite the handsome pally.
Bart's missing a great show.
These seats are so close you can see their guitars don't have strings.
Oh, my God. Ha-Yun just winked at our section.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
We've got him now. Buying those tickets will allow us to triangulate
the exact location of SeatMiser's phone.
Ah, the triangle, geometry's bloodhound.
The kid's backstage by the knee sock darning station.
As long as SeatMiser's got his phone on him, he's ours.
I know I swore we'd be together until a new model
with a slightly better camera comes out. Just try to remember the good times.
The texting, the prank calls,
the conversations I avoided while pretending to look at you.
Still, I don't have any other choice.
I love you so much.
Guys, they're gonna do "Girl-cott."
Where were you?
Um… There was a huge line for the men's room.
Okay, concert's over. I just need to make it out of here.
Adults on the left, all kids line up on the right.
Oh. Stupid profiler. What could she have on me?
I got rid of everything tying me to SeatMiser.
What SeatMiser doesn't know is we found his phone.
The kid tried to toilet drown it.
Luckily, we saved it using high-level water-absorbing technology.
When we find the kid whose face unlocks this phone, we've found SeatMiser.
It didn't open. You're clear.
What's going on up there?
What do you think they're doing?
Hey. You know what'd be funny? If you and I switch clothes.
They're gonna catch you.
What? What are you talking about?
I know you're the SeatMiser.
Me? That's ridiculous.
How would a straight-D student like me set up a high-tech scam like this?
Just like you do anything, the laziest way possible.
That's nuts. If I was some ticket criminal,
why'd Dad have to buy tickets from Otto?
Because Otto got them from you.
At first, I thought you were just selling the dog's anxiety pills again.
I didn't want to believe it, but you're the SeatMiser.
You're wrong. And if the Kneesock Dolls met you, they wouldn't like you.
Once they got to know me, they would.
Anyway, as sickened as I am that you're taking advantage of people,
it also means that you're the reason I'm here tonight. And that was very sweet.
Pfft. I don't do sweet things. Sweet's a taste I can't savor.
Being bad's my favorite flavor.
Oh! Look who knows a Kneesock Dolls' lyric.
You like their music.
You wanted us to share this experience as a family.
Maybe. If I was this guy, but I'm not. And you can't prove I am.
- I don't have to. She will.
You're clear.
Well, well. You're the last one. I think we know what that means.
What?
Hmm.
Oops.
Tonight was a total waste.
All we caught were two lousy deviants and a serial killer.
Somehow SeatMiser got by us.
I guess I was wrong.
This hasn't happened since sports trivia night. I'm sorry, Bart.
Huh. I can't decide what I like better, my freedom or seeing you humiliated.
But I'm glad you had a good time at the concert.
And hey, I got to see every part of The Circulus.
I even visited the room where they upload images for the dome.
By the way, the reason that phone didn't recognize me is
because when I set up the facial recognition, I didn't use my face.