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Mr. Peabody and Sherman in: "A-gobble-ypse Now"

"Hello friends, today Sherman and I have traveled back to Plymouth Rock, in soon-to-be Massachusetts, in what year, Sherman?" Peabody asked the boy.

"1621, Mr. Peabody!" Sherman proudly spoke.

"That is correct my lad." Peabody replied. "We've traveled back here for the very first Thanksgiving, mostly to experience what it was like so long ago…"

("Well, when we arrived, the pilgrims and indigenous Americans of the Wampanoag tribe were just about to begin cooking the Thanksgiving feast, when all of a sudden Sherman and I were approached by a young turkey hen that had broke out of the turkey pen!") Peabody narrated.

(*A-GOBBLE-GOBBLE-GOBBLE!*) The turkey exclaimed, flapping her wings about wildly, her wattle jiggling with the motion.

"What's she saying Mr. Peabody?" Sherman inquired.

("Thanks to me being a canine and all, I was easily capable of understanding this non-sapient turkey.)"

"She says her name is Giblet and she doesn't want to be eaten." I responded. "She and her mate had an egg which is now unprotected in their absence and she greatly desires to return to said egg and help it hatch."

("*GOBBLE-GOBBLE-OB-GOBBLE!"*) Giblet exclaimed, flapping her wings once more.

"Oh, alright," I replied. "If I must, I'll keep you and your mate from being eaten."

("My plan of action was excruciatingly simple, I had Sherman utilize the WABAC, bring about twenty pounds of grocery-store frozen turkeys from the modern day to 1621 with him, and have the pilgrims eat those instead".)

"Okay mister Peabody!" Sherman whispered, so as to not distract the pilgrims. "I've got the frozen turkeys!"

"Good boy Sherman." Peabody patted Sherman on the head.

(*GOBBLE-GOBBLE!*) Giblet happily squawked a thanks.

"Not yet, Giblet.." Peabody spoke, briefly silencing the turkey hen.

("Eventually, the feast began; the pilgrims cooked the frozen turkeys and prepared the vegetables, the Wampanoag people bought deer and corn and sat down with them in brotherhood. As we prepared for the live turkeys to escape, Miles Standish, the leader of the pilgrim colony, remarked to Squanto;")

"My word, I am rather sleepy…." Standish yawned. "Hast someone spiked these birds, perhaps with ye olde malted barley and hopps?"

"T'was not I, Standish!" A random pilgrim called then passed out, completely asleep.

"What's going on Mr. Peabody?" Sherman inquired.

"Why Sherman, this is perfect!" Peabody spoke as he pulled back the fence for Giblet and her mate to escape. "If you hadn't realized already, we couldn't utilize regular turkeys from this era, because turkeys from 1621 do not possess this chemical compound needed for this scheme…"

"What scheme?" Sherman asked.

"Relax my boy," Peabody chuckled, then delivered an awful pun; "It's all part of the TRYPTO-PLAN!"

"And now, back to the show!"