Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except of course the Amazingly Amazing Poofing Remote and the Bush-Chucks.

A/N: This too was written around Thanksgiving time, I didn't have the account then so I'm putting it on here now. Also, the Bush-Chucks are a "weapon" made of two Smush Bush toys on a string and they look kind of like nunchucks, so...yeah...


Turkey Day Part 2!!!

Bellorum: Food...

Mara: Don't act like you're starving. You've been eating stuff the ENTIRE AFTERNOON!

Bellorum: Some people just have big appetites, you know?

Me: Okay, we've got sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, salad, green beans, cranberry sauce, turkey-

Tharaman: STEAK!

Me: No steak. But all the Thanksgiving-y stuff!

Tharaman: Phooey.

Commander Anthonius: Wait, what happens when your parents get home?

Me: They're at my cousins' house. Actually so am I.

Soren: But you're HERE!

Me: Never underestimate the remote.

Mara: You paid for this stuff right?

Me: No, Bellorum and Soren paid for it.

Soren: Well we had to! She went all army sergeant on us!

Bellorum: NEVER MIND! Foooooooooooooooooooooood! –digs in-

Commander Anthonius: FOOD WONDERFUL FOOD!

Charles Dickens: Thou art going DOWN! –sues him -

Thirrin: So he has your wacko remote too?

Me: No. How did he get here!

Bellorum: -all Oliver Twist-ish- May I have some more sir?

Me: I'm not a guy.

Charles Dickens: Thou art going DOWN! Again! –sues him…again…-

Me: Ok fine. You can have more mashed potatoes.

Bellorum: THANK YOU MA'AM! THIS AMMUNITION WILL BE USED FOR A GOOD AND JUST CAUSE!

Me: Ammunition…!

Bellorum: -starts throwing food at Thirrin-

Soren and Commander Anthonius: ATAAAAACK! –throw food-

Thirrin: Then prepare for the most unpleasant food fight of your entire life.

–gun cocking sound- -throws stuffing at them. It hits Mara in the face-

Mara: Oh no you DIDN'T! –grabs a turnip and holds it like a katana- SAMURAAAAI!

Thirrin: -grabs a carrot- Bring it!

Beavers: -throw salad- For our homieeeeeeeeees!

Magical Trevor: -magically pours gravy on Bellorum's head-

Bellorum: Oh no you didn't, wizard dude!

Oskan: -leads a charge from the kitchen throwing dinner rolls-
Me: -goes all army-seargenty on them, then gives in and whips some dark meat at Commander Anthonius-

Mara: -sprays Tharaman with diet Coke-

Tharaman: MY FUR! YOU ARE GOING DOWN MARA! –throws boomerang turkey slices at her-

Thirrin:-knocks out the random staff officer with the ketchup bottle- I am thankful for this food!

Bellorum: -grabs big loaf of French bread-

Thirrin: -grabs other big loaf of French bread-

-and they start dueling like in Star Wars-

Bellorum: I AM YOUR FATHER!

Gangsta Beaver: -smacks Bellorum with salmon- WHO'S YO DADDY!

Me: -gets out the Bush-Chucks- HOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII...

The Avatar: I WILL DEFEAT YOU FIRE LORD!

Soren: Bring it on, baldy!

The Avatar: no one…insults…THE HAIR! –beats up Soren using the art of turkeybending-

-Half an hour later-

Me: Well, since we're all out of energy, who wants dessert?

Everyone: I do!

Army Sergeant Split Personality: WELL YOU HAVE TO CLEAN UP FIRST, SOLDIERS! GO ON, GET THE MOPS!

-so we all clean up the mess and enjoy a happy Thanksgiving. The End.-

Commander Anthonius: It is?

Bellorum: Yes it is. Shut up and go eat pie.


And so, without further ado, happy Thanksgiving everybody!