…yep, that’s pretty much it.
This is what happens when you run out of ideas and begin to wonder how these guys eat.
Dot has a mouth – it’s just hidden in the dark behind her fang-mandible things.
And I’m pretty sure that that’s not how gas masks work. But then again, it’s Quincy. Normal rules do not apply here.
Wait until it gets to the table, ABEL.
Abel got a little too excited to light something on fire.
Also another triple prompt picture starring these guys.
I’m afraid of what the crunch is…
You’re gonna have to be sneakier than that, Pip.
Oh, that’s a lot of sugar.
Jeff, you sellout.
You know, their dad WAS going to make carrot cake with all those carrots.
He might have to get some more.
Come on, guys – at least wait until we’re done eating.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, I will not be wearing a button-up tomorrow. Nor will I be making the turkey. But there will be brownies.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody! Enjoy the food, the family, and be thankful and merry!
I’m sure Cordelia wonders why she comes over sometimes.
Gave up ice cream for Lent this year. It was, as you can see, a very LOOOOOONG 40 (and then some) days.
Sharing IS caring.
‘Tis the season for my sweet tooth to be thoroughly indulged. Baked goods, egg nog, and chocolates galore – just basking in the sugar. Like a dentist’s nightmare up in here.
And to Aunt Krystie, because I know you’re reading this – don’t worry. The candy has been shared and I didn’t squirrel it away.
Crossed my mind, maybe, but it has been shared.
Dibs on the other drumstick.
Looks like someone put the Paw Pioneers in charge of this year’s Thanksgiving dinner. Was that a smart idea? Maybe, maybe not. Hopefully, though, people won’t mind a one-legged turkey and goat hair in the mashed potatoes. Hopefully.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Go out or stay in, enjoy some delicious food and remember to be thankful!