Ozonebaby, dear, don’t worry…I just “hurled” another glop of that Hell-O mold on the driveway…noway that scooter’s gonna get down the drive on that slippery mess…I say let’s pants em and dump that bowl of fart smelling and tasting brussel’s sprouts on their butts! Ya with me?
Hmmm… Baker has a point… Jester has a point… ah, heck with it.
picks up two cherry pies with paws, hurls both simultaneously at Jester and Cartooniverse
ducks back under sofa
Satisfied? 
Cartooniverse doesn’t look so spandy white anymore… BWAHAHAHAHAHAH-
splat
MMPH!
A pice of blueberry pie is splatted right into the chest of Cartooniverse! (Who, me?) Hey, he’s red, white, and blue, how patriotic can you get?
The stark floodlights of the patrol car outlined the gruesome sight all too clearly.
Cartooniverse stood at the interection. His eyes were blurry from the layeres of pie filling. His back arched, the white suit clinging to him in most indelicate ways. His fingers tracing lines back and forth across his torso, much like the body gestures of Jaime Gumm from The Silence of The Lambs. ( Gosh, there’s an image we could all have done without ).
His left foot was jammed under the polyurethane wheel of his Razor Scooter. Pinned, he was under the watchful glare of the local law enforcers. He struggled to both lick up fingerfuls of the rather tasty yet lethal pie slices, AND simultaneously reach into the hidden pocket of his white jumper to get his Photo I.D. Alas, his futile gestures were misinterpreted by the police as a grab for a concealed weapon and in a tragic mistake all too often repeated in the United States, an innocent cross-dressing party-crasher wearng too much fruit gumbo died in a hail of bullets.
Film at 11. 
You bet! On the count of 5 we throw these bowls of brussel sprouts.
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oh, to hell with it, just trow 'em!
ozonebaby and swampbear throw the bowls at Jester and Cartooniverse
ozonebaby’s hits Jester in the stomach and swampbear’s hits Cartooniverse in the face, now making him red, white, green and blue
not so patriotic now eh Cartooniverse!
ozonebaby picks up another cherry pie and hurls it at Guin
Bwa-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaaaa!!!
Mmmmph. Alright, now I’m really serious. C’mon, Tooniverse, make yourself useful.
<Looks down, sees Cartooniverse lying prone on the ground>
Nuts. Damn coppers got my partner! Well, looks like I’ll have to take the initiative here…
<Picks up Cartooniverse’s body and uses it as a human shield to get back inside the house and run to…>
THE SILVERWARE CABINET! HAH!
<Picks up forks and knives and throws them with Ninja-like accuracy, nailing Cougarfang and Baker to the wall by their clothing>
Wait…<sees ozonebaby sneaking up behind>
TRAITOR! I woulda come back for you, but noooo, you had to go and get all violent!
<Nails ozonebaby with a pie in the face, then dodges a brussel sprout thrown by swampbear Matrix-style and
hits his target with some banana-cream justice>
<Turns back to the women-folk pinned to the wall>
Now, ladies, who wants seconds?
<Picks up mashed potato bowl and grins mischieviously>
No, no, please don’t hit me with mashed potatoes! Anything but that!
Jester, mashed potatoes, hah! Them’s for sissies. I got Aunt Mayreen’s sweet potato and turnip casserole here. And look, this year she added marshmallows and pecans!
Picks up casserole dish and hurls! Runs out of room before impact because he knows that stuff explodes on contact.
picks up some silverware the Jester has dropped and ninja-style just like Jester and pins Jester to the wall
throws pie after after pie after pie at Jester, all of which hit him in the face
ha! now no more silverware, this is a food fight! runs away but not before throwing one of swampbears exploding sweet potato turnip cassoroles with marshmallows and pecans
Oh my God, did I just hear a knock at the door? Are we supposed to be in this house?
<Watches as everybody runs outside, away from the house>
Hey, anybody feel like helping me down?
<Sees that the house is now empty, as the front door opens>
Eep.
FYI…all this food stuff I keep arming myself with…it all actually is real. The holidays with my family are a culinary minefield. :eek:
Clothing? What clothing?
collar snaps
PLOP
Oh, THAT clothing! Why you… looks at forum That was my very best real-leather collar! NOW you’re REALLY gonna get it…
flings as much food as she can reach at Jester, completely burying him in brussel sprouts, Hell-o, pie, mashed potatoes, and casserole
takes a breather, listens hard
uh-oh… that WAS a knock…
zooms out of house, completely bowling over the bemused cops outside
:rolleyes:
chants mantra
Preview is my friend… preview is my friend… preview is my friend…
Bye-bye Jester! ah-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
runs out of the house with everyone else
the door opens and in comes (drumroll please) . . . (someone, you’ll decide)
Just wanted to let everyone know they can meet at my thread for Christmas. . .then it’s payback time. evil grin