Despite her objections, two table polishers assure the regal and heavy-thighed Mrs. Bart-Simpson that they'll take care of her valuable table. Sure they will. Upon closer examination of their overstating, Mrs. Bart-Simpson has a flying conniption and takes consumer vigilantism well in hand. She turns one girl over the knee, pulls her panties down and hops the A-train to smackdown city with the open palm. Then Mrs. Bart-Simpson goes to the paddle. Even though her ass is beaten to a pulp, the cane continues to darken this poor table polisher's hindquarters. The same drill applies to girl #2.