I'm putting together my own Thanksgiving play, minions, because what else is there to do today besides eat and argue politics with our relatives?
Now I know it's a little cliche, but I'm aiming for a classical period piece here like Downtown Abbey, only starring old-timey gangster turkey cakes.
Let's meet the cast!
"Do I amuse you?"
Daddy Long Legs:
"You want I should stomp 'em, boss?"
Billy the Beak:
::more silent pecking::
The Mountain Doorstop:
"HOLD THE DOOR"
The Speakeasy Squad:
"We're on a mission from Squad."
Joey "Ruffle Butt" Malone:
"You ruffle my feathers, I break-a you face."
AKA the hatchet bird.
And of course, The Godfeather:
"I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse. Seconds."
Happy Thanksgiving, minions! And remember, I have literally thousands of cakes that look like wangs in the Cake Wrecks archives to lighten the mood today. Solid family entertainment!
Thanks to Cat B., Dave & Alison, Caitlin D., Ursula S., Grace S., Meryl M., Mishaela B., Cathleen M., Darcienne, & Brooke B. for playing along.
I suppose this is also a good time to remind you there's a Cake Wrecks holiday book, which makes an EXCELLENT stocking stuffer thanks to its small-ish rectangular shape.
Bonus Fun Fact: if you find a copy where the yellow splat in the lower right corner is a sticker, that's because we originally misspelled the cover, and the sticker is hiding our shame. No one ever fixed it, though, so I think reprints might be shipping without the sticker? Bahaha! Really, it just adds to the wrecky glory of it all.
And from my other blog, Epbot: