The Simpsons1989

Lisa Simpson:
[Chases lady in dinosaur costume into dressing room] You're T.R Frances, you wrote the Angelica Button books. They're my favorite fantasy novel.

T.R Francis:
[using fake British accent] Umm... yes it's me, the creator of your beloved magical world. Full of whimsy, and... ugh chapters, now off you go. Bye bye now.

Lisa Simpson:
But why are you working at a dinosaur show, and why did you run away from me? And how did Angelica get a new wand, after Baron Morthdeath burn the wand wood forest, and...

T.R Francis:
[Without the accent] Look, you seem like a smart kid, so here's the truth. T.R Frances isn't real.

Lisa Simpson:
Of coarse, you're real. Everybody knows you got the idea for the series after the explosion of a crumpet factory knocked you off a double decker bus. How could that be made up?

T.R Francis:
I'm just an actress they use for their jacket photo, that INSPIRATIONAL life story, is PURE FICTION. Oh I hate to break it to ya, but all the books you kids love are conceded in executive board rooms. The plots are based on market research, and the pages are turned out by a room full of pill-popping Lit majors, desperate for work. Publishers rake in the cash, and unsuspecting kids get 10 books a year from their favorite author.

Lisa Simpson:
[Gasp] Everything I believed about young adult literature is a lie. [Runs away crying]