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!
