::stumbles out to the kitchen and finds an unused bag of raw cranberries::
<insert extremely evil grin>
::sneaks back into dining room and scatters raw cranberries all over the floor like organic ball bearings::
::watches everyone skitter around like doped up ice skaters::
::gets hit upside the head by ozonebaby’s flung turkey::
Okay, okay, the wishbone slingshot is finally working! These olive pits look like they are nice and hard. Hmmm, whom to aim them at?
giggles and dumps mushed up apple pie over Baker’s head
YEEEEEEEEOWCH!
glares at Baker
picks up a nice, COLD bowl of ice cream
Ready… aim… hurls icecream
SPLAT!
hah, so much for his olive pits… mmm, apple pie and ice cream… slurp
PTOOEY!
Ah, well…
glances around
trips on a Zenster cranberry
YAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
rolls out into the open
uh-oh…
::decorates Cougarfang in full ala mode style with vanilla ice cream and mushed up apple pie::
::slips on one of the loose cranberries and pretends as though it was intentional::
SLURP
licklicklick
no sense in letting food go to waste…
sneak-attacks Zenster with freshly-baked brownies and lots and lots of chocolate icing
licks icing off of Zenster’s feet
Mmrph… lessee (lick) if Zenster’s (slurp) ticklish, (lick lick) shall we?
lick, lick, lick
the soles of his BARE feet, mind…
(I shudder to think of what he’s got on his shoes)
<As Baker takes aim with his skillfully crafted wishbone slingshot, Jester sneaks up behind him>
Make a wish!
<Breaks wishbone in half, but Baker gets the bigger end>
Nuts. Oh, well. You should have wished that I wouldn’t do this…
<pokes Baker in the eye with the short end, then throws him into Guin, knocking her into a big ol’ bowl of orange Jell-o>
Heh heh. J-E-L-L-OH MY GOD!!! <slips on a Zenberry and goes flying into Cougarfang>
Hissssss
splats Jester with a pumpkin pie
jumps over the prone, pumpkined Jester and wades back into the fight, wildly sloshing meat stew all over the participants, especially Guinastasia
Ok you dopers watch it! I got the green congealed jell-o mold from hell that NOBODY wants to eat much less wear…and I ain’t afraid to use it. Y’all know this stuff is made out of nuclear waste and snot…don’t make me use it!
Oh, and I got Aunt Ida’s three thousand year old fruit cake as a back up weapon!
<Grabs swampbear’s Hell-o mold and shoves the whole thing down his throat>
There’s always room for Hell-o!
<Picks up the discarded fruitcake and chucks it at Cougarfang, knocking him cold>
shakes head and gets up from floor
Her. Her, her, HER! Gah…
grabs fruitcake, jams Jester’s head through it
There, now THAT really improves his looks…
ducks back under the sofa
enters, looks around at the mess, baffled
Sorry, folks, wrong room. I just wanted to listen in on another silly debate between the Veggies and the Carnies.
slowly backing out
Really…I’m just a neutral omnivore…I’m not looking for any trouble…I’ll just be leaving now…
didn’t mean to bother you…bye,now!..carry on…
You aren’t going anywhere, TN*hippie!
hurls a pumpkin pie straight into hippie’s face
bullseye!
picks up another turkey
watch out everybody, i have no idea where this one is going to-
slips on Zenster’s cranberrys
argh! look out Zenster! evil grin
throws turkey at Zenster but he ducks and the turkey goes wizzing through the air
SMACK!
uh oh. it hits the moderator Coldfire in the face
ozonebaby dives under the couch with Cougarfang
Cartooniverse glides throught the maelstrom. Gleaming in his White Tyvek[sym]ä[/sym]Jumpsuit and matching Booties, his hair perfect.
He moves silently, with the stealth of one NOT YET SULLIED. BWAHAHAHAHA 
. He picks up the cornucopia and hooks up the pneumatic hose that he threw through the window a few moments before. As the bits and bobs of foodstuff fly around him, he calmly loads up his ** Weapon of Choice**. The Pacifist to the last, it’s only loaded with marshmallows.
The heat gun attachment locks onto the front, and he lets loose with gobbets of half-melted marshmallow, globbing and splatting onto the stunned faces of ** Guin, punha, Cougar, Java** and the rest of the motley crew.
Once his stockpile of fresh marsh’s is spent, he drifts quietly back through the doorway, leaps onto the back porch and sheds the White Tyvek[sym]ä[/sym] Jumpsuit with matching Booties, tossing them into the garbage pail. Before the crowd can become unstuck, he’s already into the ToonMobile, speeding off into the darkening afternoon light, cackling evilly as he goes
Recovers from Jester’s Hell-O Mold attack, gets up and “hurls” (remember he crammed it down my throat :D)Hell-O all over Jester. Oh look! A whole bowl full of that mandarin orange, marshmallow glop. Grabs two handfuls and starts slinging.
Alright, fine, Cougar, I apologize for the “him” thing. But, c’mon, everybody’s covered in food, it’s not like it’s easy to distinguish.
But hey, to make up for it, how bout you and me go smack the living crap out of Cartooniverse? Ahhh, getaway car shmetaway car. You’ve heard of sugaring a gas tank? Well, I just one-upped everybody. Toon’s not gonna make it very far, seeing as how he’s running on a tank full of turkey gravy.
So…<picks up a bowl of stuffing> Let’s go stuff that turkey.
Hey, Cougarfang, lets me and you gang up on Jester and stuff three thousand year old fruitcake down his gullet! Not only did he cal you “he” he said it to me too! All right, I admit I’m no Ms. America, but I don’t really look like a guy do I? Plus, (sob), he broke my slingshot and poked me in the eye! Let’s go for it! Yee-haw! I’ve got him down, now where is the fruitcake?
Awwwwwww, jeez…
Cartooniverse! Forget the car! There’s a getaway scooter around the side of the house! Let’s book it!
Fine Jester, just leave me here!
throws a bowl of brussel sprouts at Jester