(Or "Turkey feeds done dirt cheap!")

"WELL THE LAST TIME YOU WERE HERE ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE WERE AT THE BULLWINKLE'S PIZZA RESTAURANT, HOPING TO CREATE SOME GREAT THANKSGIVING MEMORIES FOR THEIR FAMILIES."

"It's all cause Bullwinkle burnt the--" Rocky started to speak.

"ALRIGHT THEY GET IT!" Bullwinkle replied, agitated. "Ya DON'T HAVETA RUB IT IN, ROCK!"

"MEANWHILE, HIDDEN IN THE BACK OF THE RESTAURANT WERE NONE OTHER THAN THOSE FEINDS, BORIS AND NATASHA, OUT ON ANOTHER SURE TO BE FOILED PLOT TO KILL ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE."

"WO-HOOOO NETESHA! Ees a full howse dis tanksgeevink!" Boris cheerfully exclaimed through a periscope he'd placed in the restaurant. "Not only can ve keel müse and skurrl, but BOTH dere families!"

"Ve muhst wait for right moment, dollink." Natasha replied. "But right moment vill come wery soon, da!"

"Vat yu mean?" Boris replied, scratching the top of his receding hairline.

"Vhat I mean," Natasha spoke, a malicious smile growing on her face ever-so-rapidly. "Ees dat müse and skurrl's family vill argue like dey alvays do, and den vhen dey blowink gaskets, ve ATTACK!"

"O-hoooo, I liek yu plan honeybun!" Boris smiled, peppering Natasha's thin, angular face with kisses.

"Sank yu dollink..." Natasha replied, and gave a massive kiss to Boris' cheek, leaving an equally-massive lipstick stain behind.

"MEANWHILE, BULLWINKLE'S FAMILY WAS NOT FAIRING SO WELL WITH HAVING TO SIT NEAR ROCKY'S FAMILY."

"Bill, I have a suspicion they don't like us..." Vera whispered to her husband.

"What do you mean sugar bear?" Bill replied, also whispering. "These squirrels are the greatest--their taste in cashews is impeccable!"

"--They're USING my ANTLERS as a COATTRACK, dear!" Vera spoke, icy in her tone of voice. Sure enough, Bullwinkle's mother had a number of coats atop her antlers.

"And ooooone more!" Rocky's uncle Magnum spoke, placing the final coat atop Vera.

"THIS LAST COAT BROKE THE CAMEL'S BACK...OR IN THIS CASE THE MOOSE'S--VERA FELL TO THE GROUND, LOOKING QUITE EMBARRASSED AT THE WHOLE ORDEAL."

"I've fallen and I can't get up..." Vera moaned under a pile of coats and jackets.

"BULLWINKLE'S LITTLE SISTER WAS NOT DOING VERY WELL EITHER..."

"Daaad, I like, think I've got a nut allergyyyy..." whined Jennifer, whose face was now greatly swollen.

"MEANWHILE, ROCKY'S AUNT MARGE ARRIVED ON THE SCENE."

"Oh wow..ugh….what'd I miss?" Marge wandered into the dining area and let Artie and Bullet go nuts in the arcade.

"You didn't miss anything Auntie Marg—gAAAAHAHAAAAAAAGH!" Rocky exclaimed out of pure shock at his aunt's appearance.

"SINCE HE'D LAST SEEN HER, ROCKY'S NEWLY-REMARRIED AUNT MARGE WAS NOW NINE MONTHS PREGNANT, AND THANKS TO HER SHORT SQUIRREL BODY, LOOKED LIKE SHE'D POP OUT OF HER BLACK MATERNITY PANTS AND TACKY, IRONIC "I'm Stuffed" T-SHIRT AT ANY MOMENT."

"Wow…Marge, you're really fa—" Bullwinkle stammered.

"—DON'T even think about it pal." Marge retorted, hands across her baby bump.

"I'm terribly sorry Bullwinkle and I couldn't come to the wedding, but, uh, who's the lucky man?" Rocky asked.

"AT THAT EXACT MOMENT, A RELATIVELY SHRIMPY-LOOKING NERD OF A SQUIRREL WALKED INSIDE THE RESTAURANT…."

"—MOVE ASIDE, URKEL!" Came a gruff-sounding voice.

(*heavy metal rock instrumental plays*)

"SAID NERD SQUIRREL WAS THEN SUCKER-PUNCHED AWAY BY AN UTTERLY MASSSIVE, MUSCULAR BROWN SQUIRREL WITH LONG, BLONDE HAIR, WEARING TAN SLACKS AND A BLUE "Husband of the Year" t-shirt. IF YOU THOUGHT ROCKY'S JAW DROPPED LIKE A STONE AT THE SIGHT OF MARGE, IT NOW DROPPED LIKE AN ANVIL AT THE SIGHT OF HER NOW-HUBBY."

"Hey, babe." The Schwarzenegger-sized squirrel spoke, briefly flexing both his pectoral muscles.

"Ralph!" Marge embraced the muscular squirrel she was now married to, he placed a hand on her baby bump. "So glad you're here...this one is playing the World Cup with my bladder..."

"--THAT'S who your mom married?!" Rocky exclaimed to Artie and Bullet once Marge and Ralph were out of earshot.

"Yeah isn't he great?" Artie chuckled.

"I can swing on his arms like monkey bars!" Bullet happily exclaimed.

"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Do or pie!" OR "Gone Cold Turkey!"!"

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A/N: The average flying squirrel gestation period is 36-49 days.