'No, Homer, no!'
'Here, help me with these sacks,' he said.
Inside the house, he opened the sacks. Neatly bundled she of bills spilled out on the floor.
Elaine knelt and picked up a package. 'Why, it's real!' she cried happily.
'Of course it is,' said Homer.
'And, Homer, these are twenty-thousand-dollar bills!' She dropped the package that she held and picked up another and another and another. 'And so are these!' she screamed. 'There are millions and millions here!'
Homer was pawing desperately through the heap of money. Sweat was running down his face.
'Are they all twenty-thousand-dollar bills?' she asked hopefully.
'Yes,' said Homer in a beaten voice.
'But what is wrong?'
'That dirty, lowdown, bungling Steen,' he said bitterly.
'But what is wrong?' she cried again.
'They aren't worth a dime,' said Homer. 'There are no such things as twenty-thousand-dollar bills. The Treasury never issued any!'
