The New Millennium

EPISODE 4: The day you give thanks.

Last time, on a very special millennium.

Tim and Jasiel we're stuck inside a pantry, why? Because they're both stupid, and that's the short version of the answer. After cruching on old Mac n' cheese, medicine and dog food, both ended up trying to kill each other. Fortnunatley, R.D stepped inside just in time to help them. 

And now, today, we're gonna see how thanksgiving is for these guys. Probably a disaster, for sure.

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hanksgiving feast. Emi's home, the epicenter of culinary chaos, stood proudly just across the park, emitting tantalizing aromas that could make a turkey weak in its drumsticks.

As the dynamic duo of R.D and Jasiel set the table with the precision of a synchronized swimming routine, Tim, the mysterious man of mystery, was lurking in the shadows, presumably perfecting his secret Thanksgiving dance moves.

Emi, looking as stoic as a Thanksgiving turkey awaiting its fate, seemed to have adopted an air of mystery that even Sherlock Holmes would find perplexing. Scientists had calculated that she had become "0.0009515829~%" more enigmatic, a figure that left the scientific community scratching their heads with something other than bad pencil-drawn watches.

"Table set!" Jasiel announced triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with the anticipation of a turkey feast. He rubbed his hands together like a villain plotting world domination and licked his lips with the zeal of a food critic discovering the perfect gravy.

R.D, the timekeeper of the group (thanks to his avant-garde pencil watch), glanced at his makeshift timepiece. "Alright, and I guess we have a bit more time for..."

"FOOTBALL!" Tim's distant cry pierced the air, and he charged toward the table like a football-crazed cheetah, complete with a four-legged sprint. Just as he was about to execute a touchdown on the mashed potatoes, Jasiel intercepted him with the finesse of a seasoned football pro.

"Oh no, you don't!" Jasiel declared, holding Tim aloft like a conquering hero. "We can't risk a repeat of the Christmas dinner fiasco!"

Emi chimed in, her stoicism momentarily breaking with a hint of amusement, "Yeah, we're still finding cranberry sauce stains in unexpected places from that one."

"I had my two front teeth replaced!" Jasiel exclaimed, flashing a grin that could blind you faster than staring directly into the Thanksgiving turkey's roasting pan. "And worst part of it all, you can still notice it!"

"But what about the Nerf football?" Tim interjected, unveiling the blue and orange ball as if he were revealing the Holy Grail of backyard sports. He squeezed it like a stress ball, emphasizing its softness. "Huh?"

"Well, that does seem safer..." Jasiel mused, contemplating the trade-off between dental pride and potential table destruction. "Alright! But be careful!"

"I will, and I assure you..." Tim confidently declared, tossing the ball between his hands, "Everything is going to be just fine!"

"Ok!" Jasiel agreed, ready for a game that would either be a touchdown or a total disaster. The stage was set. "Set... hike!" Jasiel launched the Nerf missile at Tim, who scurried around like a caffeinated squirrel, attempting to evade the imaginary defenders in his mind.

He spun around Jasiel with the grace of a figure skater, yelling, "Haha!" But just when he thought victory was within reach, destiny intervened in the form of a tiny, innocent bee landing on a flower.

"BEE!!!" Tim's panic echoed through the park. In his frenzy, he chucked the Nerf ball forward, not aiming for anyone in particular—except, unfortunately, the table's legs. The ball bounced off, causing the table to wobble ominously.