Okay. Three things I want to get out of the way:
1. It has been a long time since I last posted, and I have rarely posted anyway, so there's that.
2. This oneshot is based off the Steamed Hams short from The Simpsons, so credit to the Simpsons writers for inspiring this Oneshot.
3. This will be written in skit form, mainly to avoid making the oneshot crammed in together.
Now that we got all that out the way, let's get to the oneshot.
Rated K Plus for comical humor and unintential arson.
Scene takes place in Plucky's house. Buster rings the doorbell, and Plucky answers the door*
Buster: Well Plucky, I made it. Despite your directions.
Plucky: Ah, Buster, welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon.
Buster: Yeah.
Plucky heads to the kitchen, only to find that his roast is burnt and gasps in horror*
Plucky: Oh, crud! My roast is ruined! *looks out the window and notices Weenie Burger is nearby* But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking. Delightfully devilish, Plucky.
Plucky attempts to go out the window, only to see Buster entering the kitchen, and they both gasp as a catchy theme song plays*
Babs: *off camera, singing* Plucky with his crazy explainations. Buster Bunny's gonna need his medication. When he hears Plucky's lame exaggerations, there will be trouble in town tonight!
Buster: PLUCKY!
Plucky: Buster, I was just- uh, stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric excercise. Care to join me?
Buster: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Plucky?
Plucky: Uh, ooh! That's not smoke, it's steam. Steam from the steam clams we're having. Mmmm... Steamed clams.
Buster shrugs and exits the kitchen*
Plucky: Phew!
Plucky leaves the kitchen via the windowsill, and runs to Weenie Burger to purchase the hamburgers there. Minutes later, he returns to dining room from the kitchen with the hamburgers*
Plucky: Buster, I hope you're ready for mouth-watering hamburgers.
Buster: I thought we were having steamed clams.
Plucky: Oh no! I meant steamed hams! That's what I call hamburgers.
Buster: You call hamburgers 'steamed hams'?
Plucky: Yes! It's a regional dialect.
Buster: Uh-huh. What region?
Plucky: Southern California.
Buster: Really? Well I'm from Acme Acres near Burbank, and I never heard anyone used the phrase 'steamed hams'.
Plucky: Oh, not in Burbank, no. It's an Ojai expression.
Buster: I see. *starts taking a bite out of one of the hamburgers* You know? These hamburgers are quite similar to ones they serve at Weenieburger.
Plucky Oh ho ho ho no! Patented Plucky Burgers; old family recipe.
Buster: For steamed hams?
Plucky: Yes.
Buster: Yes, and you call them steamed hams, despite the fact that they're obviously grilled. *takes the top bun off the burger to show Plucky the burger*
Plucky: Y-- You know th-- One thing I should-- Excuse me for second.
Buster: Of course.
Plucky heads back to the kitchen, only to return to the dining room, while the oven is on fire*
Plucky: *fake yawns* Well, that was wonderful. Good time was had by all, I'm pooped.
Buster: Yes, I should be- *notices the fire from the kitchen* Good lord! What is happening in there?!
Plucky: *sweating* Aurora Borealis?
Buster: A-- Aurora Borealis?! At THIS time of year?! At THIS time of day?! At THIS part of the country?! Localized entirely within YOUR kitchen?!
Plucky: Yes?
Buster: Can I see it?
Plucky: No.
Plucky leads Buster outside*
Plucky's Mom: *off camera* Plucky! The house is on fire!
Plucky: No mom, it's just the Northern Lights.
Buster: Well, Plucky. You're an odd duck, but I must say, you steamed a good ham.
Buster leaves as Plucky stands in front of the burning house*
Plucky's Mom: Help! HELLLLP!!!
Buster looks back at Plucky with look of concern, and Plucky nervously smiles and gives a thumbs up to Buster, who then leaves*
There we have it, yet again. Feel free to review it. Also, I have some oneshots in mind for me to do, but if you have some you want me to do, post a review in Chapter Zero, or PM me the request. I won't accept them anywhere else. So until then, see you guys later. Peace.