Plot
After a bad experience with genetically modified food, including baby corn the size of ordinary corn and a potato that eats Lisa's carrots, Marge decides to plant her own garden. Crows arrive on the new garden, so Marge makes a scarecrow, which scares Homer. Homer destroys the scarecrow, and the crows eventually see Homer as their leader, following him everywhere and doing his bidding. But when the crows try to carry Maggie, Homer turns on them and they attack his eyes. He then goes to the hospital, where Dr. Hibbert prescribes him medicinal marijuana. Having had a bad experience with marijuana when he was younger, Homer objects to Hibbert's suggestion at first, but eventually decides to try it.
Homer begins to enjoy smoking marijuana, even asking Flanders to read him the whole Holy Bible, much to Flanders' excitement. When Flanders offers a petition to have a vote on the ban of medical marijuana in Springfield, Homer unwittingly adds his signature. Homer's stoned state also sees him promoted to Executive Vice-President at the power plant, and so he goes to a rally for the legalization of medical marijuana (but the rally is actually held a day after the ban was approved by voters). Homer is cured of his medical condition and promises he will not smoke pot again.
Mr. Burns asks Homer to help him with a speech for a crisis shareholders meeting. Homer gives Smithers his last joint, and while Smithers is smoking and dressing in the coat Judy Garland once wore, Burns apparently drowns in his bathtub. So, for the meeting, Smithers and Homer make Mr. Burns into a marionette, à la Weekend at Bernie's, and the movement of the marionette inadvertently gets Mr. Burns' heart working again. The meeting is a success, and another financial crisis at the power plant is avoided.
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