A near Tanks-gifun diz-aster

Dr Tweety: "Az you can cleerly see, I haz been left in charge of peelin' dis mound of taterz. You haz gots to be kiddin! It's not enuff dats I had to cook a pie & peel a tur-key!"

"Delilah? Will you helps me wit dis mountain of taterz?"

Delilah: "This Turkey Day work is getting out of hand... what exactly did you want me to do Uncle Tweety?"

Dr Tweety: "Well honey... you gots to spitz on 'em, pokey holez in 'dere skinz & stix 'em in a pot of water."

Delilah: "SPIT? I do not think I will spit on our lovely Thanksgiving dinner... not me, no way!"

Dr Tweety: "Well dats it fur moi. I yam outta here. No cat or da momee wants to help wit dis tur-key of a din-din!

Sigh-oh-snora!"

Delilah: "If he thinks I am going to do all of the prep work, he's out of his ever-loving floofy mind!"

The Narrator: And so it was, it came to pass. The ingredients so lovely, sat lonely on the chopping board... no chef in sight. Celery so green, onions so sweet, garlic so pungent, apples so tart, butter so rich, oranges so juicy, cornbread so moist... all abandoned.

Mushrooms, lonely mushrooms...

A sizzling pan awaiting the onions and mushrooms and a pot of turkey necks bubbling away. But no Tweet in sight!

Although mysteriously, while a sweet potato pie cools on the counter,

A raw turkey sits in the ice box... alone... so alone. Poor bird.

Delilah: "I can't believe this!!! Tweeeeeeeeeety!!!! Where are you??? TWEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!!!! Get in here and finish this dinner!"

Maximillian: "Good Godfrey! That screeching could wake the dead Delilah! This is Thanksgiving... try and remember us older cats."

Auntie Stinkie: "Daddy? I think I know where Tweet is. Let me whisper in your ear."

The Narrator: Alas, Auntie Stinkie was mistaken. There was no Tweet in the bedroom... only a lonely, indentation where once a cat lay sleeping."

Delilah: "Mommy!!! Daddy!!! I found him!!!"

The Narrator: And there, upon his throne, slept the noble Tweet. Oblivious to the raw turkey, the uncooked giblets, the unwhipped cream, and the uncorked wine.

Dr Tweety: (Dreaming) & A HAPPY TankSGIVING TO ALL!!!