The awesome folks at LEGO upped their Simpsons game this year with a new Kwik-E-Mart set and another batch of 16 mini figures.
Having spent a ton of money on the Simpsons house and 16 characters last year, I couldn’t bring myself to justify getting the Kwik-E-Mart set too, and instead “compromised” down to just getting the new group of characters.
You may recall that I made a fancy platform for the house and first set of characters to sit on, and with the addition of so many other residents of Springfield, it was time for an expansion. So I made a matching platform on a shelf down below:
Of course that also meant re-imagining the scenes playing out among all these folks. Here’s the new top shelf:
And the new bottom:
Let’s zoom in on the lower level, where chaos seems to be the theme. Grampa is riding Santa’s Little Helper into battle against Snowball II. SLH has no idea what is happening:
Fallout Boy brought a Buzz Cola to a beaker fight with Professor Frink:
Two Maggies really have no idea what’s going on:
“Eat bat, Willie!”
“In Scotland, we call this a bat!”
Krusty with an impressive, but probably unwise barehanded block of a plutonium rod. I have a feeling Burns is about to get pied:
I hope for Wiggum’s sake that Lisa recently cleaned out the spit valve:
Bart is just trying to shred on that halfpipe, but Bartman and his slingshot aren’t about to let that happen: 
Sing it with me now: “They fight, the bite…” 
That was intense. Now, let’s focus our attention on the much more relaxed upper level, where Milhouse and Martin are discussing important issues of the day:
Meanwhile, Homer is professing his love for Marge (probably after doing something dumb) and Patty and Selma seem less than impressed:
Ralph Choo-Choo-Chooses Lisa. She does not Choo-Choo-Choose him back: 
Ned mans the grill and mentions to Edna how their names are almost the same:
While the boys check out Homer’s car, Dr. Hibbert commits what must surely be a HIPAA violation and shares Homer’s x-ray with the group. Homer can’t believe it:
And then there’s Hans Moleman.
Poor Moleman.