Cicero starts carrying things in from the car.
It's Thanksgiving tiiime!!! Cicero starts grabbing from the heavy pots. Here's some stuffing! Lobs at zen. Here's some turkey giblet graaaavy! Lobs at Sundae! How about some turkey for a turkey?!? Lobs at lj. How about some pumpkin piiiiie?!? Lobs at monster. How about some whipped cream with that?!? Lobs at steve dallas. Who likes cranberry sauce?!? Lobs at Shawnee....Oh you want creamed corn? I've got creamed corn!!! Lobs at jinxer. What's that you say? I forgot the sweet potatoe pie?!? Lobs at Sundae. Ha haa haaaaa!!!Who wants this cornbread?!? Lobs a steamy pile at UT.
Oh are you guys thirsty?!? Grabs the champagne and sprays caser. Oh you like white?!? Grabs the zinfandel and pours directly over classics's head. No? Red for you please? Grabs the pinot noir and pours on treas.
Cicero sits back with a crude smile, from all the havoc executed in the spirit of the holidays, and sips from her wassail.
(feeds Pilau under the table the good turkey she saved, as he likes the moist stuff)