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Hamburgers - A Thanksgiving Short

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12/2/2002
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Standing in the kitchen on November 28th at noon. Pimp Mom, Pimp Daddy and The Medium Pimp look at each other uncomfortably.

Medium Pimp: Uh, shouldn't we be doing something? I feel funny.

Pimp Daddy: Well, I guess we should put the turkey in soon.

Medium Pimp: You mean that big chicken?

Pimp Daddy: It is 12 pounds!!! That was 12 pounds more than they had in the shtetyl!

Pimp Mom: We could rake the leaves!

Cut to 20 bags of leaves at the bottom of the driveway

MP: Where are we going to rake the leaves from, the trees?

PD: We could put the turkey in, but we don't want to put it in yet.

PM: Okay.

MP: Okay.

Silence

PM: We should put it in soon though.

PD: Yes - yes we should.

AT THIS MOMENT THE ELECTRICITY SHUTS COMPLETELY OFF. EVERYONE BURSTS INTO LAUGHTER.

MP: What? No way!

PM: The last time the lights were out it lasted two hours!

PD: Perfect! God is giving us a message!

Silence, darkness.

MP: I can't believe this is happening!

PM: Two hours I tell you - that bird will never be done in time!

PD: Hamburgers! Hamburgers for everyone!

And the lights come on. Normal awkward human/turkey Thanksgiving interaction resumes.








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