Since I know that many are clamoring for a recap of this and other threads and so be caught up (sorta like the rapture), I have decided to oblige.
It all began when Agnes went to Wal-Mart (Agnes being one of those kind) in order to prepare for Black Friday by taking the items she will be wanting (52 inch tvs, dvds, etc) and hiding them back in the fabric section, under the calico fabric. I should point out that Agnes was perfectly justified in parking in the handicapped parking spot, even though she had walked to Wal-Mart; she was simply in the habit of leaving her car in that space just in case.
Now, Agnes was accompanied by her four-year-old son, Snowflake. Snowflake (real name, Britanannie Sludge, since his parents like unusual names and figured this would set him apart from the other cow-children with common names). Since Snowflake had a slight allergy to peanuts (exposure caused him to miss his favorite television shows; why, Agnes could never really explain), Agnes had already warned Wal-Mart officials to remove all products containing peanuts, as well any product having the word pea in it, from the store.
Now, as Agnes was busy hiding her future purchases Snowflake was left to his own devices, which included running up and down the aisles and screaming. Seeing an elderly woman holding a stuffed Cougar, Snowflake walked up to her and said Cougar fat!
Now, this elderly woman had just recently been denied a seat on an airplane due to the corpulence of her stuffed cougar. The airline had demanded that she now only pay for her seat (she had said the cougar would pay for it), but that she also pay for two seats for the really, really big stuffed cougar. The elderly woman had, of course, refused, and notified the press that she was denied permission by the evil airline to fly to the funeral of a person she did not know, but wished she did (I should point out that every person who has every been denied a seat on an airplane due to their weight were going to a funeral).
The elderly woman, hearing Snowflake make a derogatory remark concerning her prized cougar, instantly began to vent (venting means to huff and puff and spout a lot of hot air, hoping that you do not burst into flames, or, worse, have others set you on fire). She then said to Snowflake: In my day, we used switches on children whom spoke to their elders!
This, of course, caused Snowflake to burst into tears. This caused a woman close by to start to vent herself, since she was out shopping for food to satisfy each of her relatives whom were coming to her house for Thanksgiving, with each having either a different allergy or a philosophy on life. I should point out that this woman was already stressed-out because she had gaily decked out her entire house in Christmas decorations, only to be told by her neighbors, via Facebook, that it is simply not done, not only because it was not yet Thanksgiving, but she was Jewish.
Now, Snowflake began to literally rip the store apart in his grief. Some adults joined in because they thought the elderly woman had been mean to Snowflake, while others stood by and discussed how they had also been exposes to switches in their day, and that Jon and Kate should have simply switched those children on camera and so be done with it.
Now, yours truly, Legalsea, had been outside of Wal-Mart dressed up as Santa Clause himself in costume as a Ninja Warrior (it is really a neat costume; I shall try to post a picture of it soon). I was collecting money by informing people that for $2.00 each, they would not have to have the H1N1 shot (in return for the money I would give them a certificate saying I am H1N1 Free!). Hearing the commotion inside I quickly ditched my copy of the Adam Lambert CD (which I was using to scare people into giving me money), and immediately began a new thread on Disney Message Community Board entitled I have not read the posts, however
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Having done that, I raced inside, grabbed a Blu-ray player and stuffed it next to Agnes stuff inside the calico fabric, and then tried to calm everyone down by explaining that I was a middle child and so could explain everything. I then began to vent myself when people not only ignored me, but set my Santa Clause/Ninja Warrior costume aflame.
Anyway, now you are caught up.
As Tiny Tim would say, A Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a pleasant Goodnight!