A title card appears, written in scratched crayon: “Treehouse of Horror: The Final Segment.” Then, a whisper. Not from the TV—from inside your own skull.
“See you next Halloween.” No music. Just the names of every writer who ever worked on a Treehouse episode, scrolling backward into illegibility. The Simpsons Treehouse of HORROR All Seasons
Homer looks at his own hands. They’re flickering between 1992 yellow, 2004 digital yellow, and a grayish rot. A title card appears, written in scratched crayon: