Raging Abe Simpson and His Grumbling Grandson in "The Curse of The Flying Hellfish"

"Raging Abe Simpson and His Grumbling Grandson in "The Curse of the Flying Hellfish"" is the twenty-second episode of The Simpsons' seventh season. It originally aired on the Fox network in the United States on April 28, 1996.

In the episode, one of Abraham "Grampa" Simpson's fellow World War II veterans, Asa Phelps, dies, leaving him and Mr. Burns as the only living members of Grampa's war squad, the Flying Hellfish. In the final days of the war, the unit had discovered several paintings and agreed on a tontine, placing the paintings in a crate, and the final surviving member would inherit the paintings. As Mr. Burns wants the paintings as soon as possible, he orders Grampa's assassination. To escape death, Grampa moves into the Simpsons' house, where the family lets him live in Bart's room. Bart eventually joins Grampa in a daring mission to recover the paintings.

The episode was written by Jonathan Collier and directed by Jeffrey Lynch. It was inspired by several stories about lost art surfacing. The animation of the episode has been praised for its action and underwater scenes. The staging in several scenes was based on DC Comics's Sgt. Rock. It acquired a Nielsen rating of 8.3, and was the second highest-rated show on the Fox network the week it aired.

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