Grampa sits on a green bench, stroking a brown greyhound with a red collar

What happens

Grampa, the wrinkled old man with tall white tufts of hair, moustache, glasses, bow tie and brown coat, sits on a green bench, stroking a brown greyhound with a red collar. Nearby, Mr. Burns, the frail, stooped old man with a hooked nose and a white suit with a red rose, stands beside a curly-haired blue-haired woman in a purple dress, first leaning in close with a toothy grin, then at a building entrance where the woman holds a gold trophy and Burns gestures with one hand, his expression smug. The setting shifts from an outdoor bench at dusk to a glass-doored building with a golden trophy in the woman's grip.

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