The Thanksgiving Day parade has been cancelled, following the vandalism of all the floats. Sad for spectators, but it saves me from providing banal parade TV commentary. Thank you, vandals.
Don't worry, we'll catch the criminals, Kent. Or at least blame it on teenagers. Or immigrants.
Ooh, or teenage immigrants! Is that a thing?
Our Kwik-E-Mart correspondent is reporting all the frozen turkeys there have been stolen as well.
Okay, I can overlook parades getting ruined, but missing food? Something must be done!
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Giant claw prints? Signs of pecking? Novelty-sized feathers? It's pretty clear who did this… Flanders!
T'wasn't that sweater slicker. Them slow-drivin' street barges was killed by the Bigclaw.
Bigclaw? So the legend is true. Unlike that one about Santa being college roommates with the Tooth Fairy. Everyone knows the Tooth Fairy went to college online.
Dad, you can't seriously believe this Bigclaw hogwash.
That reminds me – I got to take my pig to the hogwash. She's getting married tomorrow. I'm her dowry!
Fowl Play Pt. 3[]
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I'm completely convinced: Bigclaw pecks among us!
Don't jump to conclusions. Remember that time you saw the Loch Ness Monster in Maggie's wading pool? It was just the dog.
Was it? Was it?
Yes. It was.
Well, this is different because I'm sober. Or sober-ish. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to fix that.
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Mister Flanders, please tell me you don't believe in this.
I believe in all sorts of things that can't be proven. That's my thing!
And I'm here because there aren't a lot of groups that will include me. Even the catatonic patients at the hospital seem to move their chairs away from me.
You're welcome here, pal. At least until we get another person to join. Then you're out.
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