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Joe: And...
GIR: HAPPY THANKSGIVING, PIGGYS!
Joe: GIR, they're humans Like us.
Kevin: Roll the story!
underline:Mitchie
bold: Shane
italic: Nate
underlined italic: Jason
underline bold: Caitlyn
normal: everyone
Warning: Story can get confusing since it's hard to tell who was talking.
"I can't believe it Shane! I knew we couldn't trust you with this."
"Told ya so. But you didn't listen. You were too busy staring at Shane."
"Shut up, Nate. Why did we leave Shane to do this with Jason?"
" Because we had to set up the mess hall for dinner."
"Are you talking about making my birdhouse?"
"SHUT UP JASON!"
" =("
"Sorry Jason. We're just mad. And I think Mitchie has something for you. She'll give it to you later."
"YAY!"
" Why are you blaming me for this?"
"Because Nate told Jason to stand by the fire extinguisher. And we can't trust Jase with fire."
"True."
"Well do you have any proof it was me?
"Well the fire extinguisher is empty, and the place is kinda jacked up."
"I WASN'T REALLY ASKING!"
"I know."
"DX. Damn you."
"We love you too, Shane."
"My mom is gonna be so mad if she saw this! We should clean up."
"Right."
"I'll clean the table."
"I'll mop the floor."
" I'll get new supplies."
"I'll get started. And Shane?
"Yeah?"
"You'll help clean up."
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
3 hours later
"And done. Well not too bad for a beginner, right?"
"That's pretty good, Mitchie. We better start putting this stuff in the mess hall."
"I'll help you, Caitlyn."
"Thanks, Nate."
"I'm gonna tell Connie we're done."
"Oh, wait Jase. Here's your early present from me and Cait."
"OH MY GOD! A BLUE AND ORANGE BIRDHOUSE! Thank you Mitchie! Tell Caitlyn I said thank you!"
"A birdhouse?"
"You didn't want to build him one during the summer. And since we're here for the winter, I asked my dad to help me."
"Well, it's a pretty good early gift. and I have one for you. Close your eyes."
"Why? Shane what are you-"
3 minutes later
"Wow."
"You liked it, didn't you."
"Yeah. Thanks for the early Christmas gift. Too bad there's no mistletoe."
"But still, come on. Let's go celebrate Thanksgiving."
"Shane, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Next year, remind me NOT to let you do the cooking."
"Sorry. But you shouldn't trust me with fire."
"Come on, we'll be late."
Well, what do you think?
Zim: I think you need a straight jacket.
Shut up, Zim. Anyways R&R, and HAPPY THANKSGIVING.