Cleats by Bill Hinds for November 19, 2006
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November 20, 2006
Transcript:
Gary: These frozen turkeys are like big, heavy footballs. I'm going up the middle and meet you guys at the at the checkout counter. Jack: I'll block for you, Dad. Gary: On hut 3 - hut 1, hut 2. Gary: Hut 3! Bertha: Boys! Deanna: Don't run, Gary! Bertha: Back so soon? Deanna: Where's the turkey? Gary: Turnover. Deanna: Turnover? You fumbled and somebody recovered it? Jack: Dad was cutting through the bakery and he crashed into a display of turnovers. Gary: The turkey slid under a bin of ciabatta bread. Deanna: You two go sit on the bench until we're ready to leave.
