Untitled III

[Doodlebug Anklebiter]

Dr. Venkman or Dr. Spengler?

[Butterfrog]

A rekin'

[Spanky the Leprechaun]

bodang; I drukern f+%@.

[Aberzombie]

Yew bin inna moonshine uhgin?

[Celestial Healer]

Hoo-ee. That moonshine'll do ya in, all raht.

[Aberzombie]

Yup.

[Aberzombie]

Ah'm hungreh. Enybuddy got sum vittles?

[Crimson Jester]

merg arrrg grrr.

[Celestial Healer]

Wuzzat?

[Spanky the Leprechaun]

wuss wut?

[Aberzombie]

Thet hippeh jester fella ain't makin no sense.

[Crimson Jester]

stress: the inability to choke the living S@&#^ out of some A$$^*)& who so desperately deserves it.

[Aberzombie]

Whutsuhmadder Jester fella? Yew ain't feelin good?

[Crimson Jester]

Jus hippe Dipsticks.

[Aberzombie]

I wuz thinkin bout goin tuh vizit Frank. He's allwuz got sum good storehs tuh tell, n'them dang hippehs don't lahk him nun.

[Celestial Healer]

Who's Frank? Ah dunno 'im.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Ah thinks he means that thar Dr Frankenfurter that lives in that old mansion back near Hooten Holler.

That doc sure does dress strange, kinda like my half uncle-cousin Blibdilpoop Jenkins. That ol' boy jes' aint right.

[Aberzombie]

Ayup.

[Aberzombie]

Happeh Turkeh Day evybuddy! Mammy, yew got the vittles?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Yew know ah do zombeh!

Brings out covered plate and thumps it down

This here hippeh's been brinin' for a day, then ah sliced his tattooed skin and rubbed chicken fat inta the holes to get him a mite juicier. Six hours at 4 hunnerd degrees and BAM!

Cackles madly

This'un will be the first at teh Occupy mah Belly rally!

hee hee!

Yew wanna carve us up a slice zombeh? I gots stuffin with little bits of brain in it fer yeh too!

[Crimson Jester]

question fer ya Mammy... wat heppins when a troll and a hippee breeds??

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Crimson Jester wrote:

question fer ya Mammy... wat heppins when a troll and a hippee breeds??

Why ...Yewwin's get a Thanksgivin' dinner that jus' keeps regeneratin'!

[Crimson Jester]

So wees can eat tanksgivens ev'ry day!!!!!!!!!!

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Naow the tricky part is gettin' the troll to shut up long enuff to have conjergral relashuns with the hippeh. And gettin' the hippeh to bathe so-as the troll will want to.

[Crimson Jester]

you could try hosing them both off.

[Aberzombie]

Ah reckin so.

[Celestial Healer]

Them's some gud eatins, Mammeh. Finger-lickin' good.

[Aberzombie]

Mmmmm....fingers

[BluePigeon]

Snug safely in his nest atop of the large red barn, BluePigeon muses the fact that he's a pigeon and not a turkey on this festive of all holidays

Happy Thanksgiving ya Hillbillies.

[Aberzombie]

BLAM!!

[Aberzombie]

Ah gittum?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Mebbe. I sees a pin feather over yonder

[zylphryx]

<wanders in with a full belly and picking his tentacles with a turkey feather>

Hoo-dawg. I swar thet wuz sum good eets. Jumped sum gobluns with big sacksa candy and I et ther brains. They kept throwin' candy in my mouth while et and I dun fell inta sweets coma. Dun come outta it an foun mysef inna big cookin' pot with hungry lookin turkey alla round me. So I et ther brains too.

I need me a nap.

<goes to the apple tree and stretches out to take a turkey brain induced nap>

[Aberzombie]

reckin so

[Celestial Healer]

Sounds mahteh fahn, squid-man.

[Aberzombie]

Yew reckin?

[BluePigeon]

flies overhead

[Aberzombie]

Ah shor does miss Ol'Grue. Wunder whar he is...?

[Aberzombie]

Ain't nobuddy round no more?

[Crimson Jester]

Burp

[BluePigeon]

pecks at the ground around the red barn then ducks into the barn

[Aberzombie]

Mebbe its time tuh burn thet barn down?

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Mebbe. Mah brother-cousin Wilbur stays up in thet thar hayloft

[Celestial Healer]

Ah thut Ah saw an Ole One in thet thar barn.

[Aberzombie]

Them old uns shor does git round.

[Aberzombie]

Ah wuz thinkin bout goin huntin.

[Big Mammy Grillz]

Whatcho gunna shewt?

[Celestial Healer]

Hippehs?

Please say hippehs.

[Aberzombie]

Korse Ahmuh shoot hippehs. Whut else wood ah shoot?

[Crimson Jester]

Customers? A boss or two? idjits?