Homer kneels on a sidewalk outside an orange door, peering through a rectangular mail slot where a yellow hand holds a flap open

What happens

Homer, the bald, heavy man in a white shirt and blue pants, kneels on a sidewalk outside an orange door, peering through a rectangular mail slot where a yellow hand holds a flap open. He leans forward with a worried expression, then clutches his chest and gasps with his mouth open. He grimaces and raises a hand toward the slot, reaching out with an open palm. He then lowers his hand back to the ground, looks down at the slot with his eyes shifting, and remains kneeling by the door as the mail slot flap stays open. Green hedges flank the door and a pink doorbell sits on the left of the orange door.

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