Do I look like a man with a plan? (be_serious) wrote in bearandbarnacle, @ 2009-11-26 10:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | jokerpost, other |
Joker: Other: Happy Gobble Day
The van (stolen, of course) careens madly down the streets of Margate in the early morning fog, coming to a stop after whipping around at the end of a long stretch of empty street. Hopping out of the drivers seat and onto the pavement, coat swirling as he sings a little song to himself, the Joker moves to the back of the van and flings the doors open with gusto.
"Enjoy the ride, my feathered friends?" he asks, a cacophony of noise and flapping feathers his response. "All right, all right, all of you out..." He hops onto the back of the van and starts herding the turkeys out into the street. Free at last, the large birds, all seemingly wearing collars, begin to move quickly in every direction.
Jumping out of the van, the Joker spins around, laughing, watching the turkeys rush every which-way. "Go out and explore! See the town! Have a BLAST!"
Laughing at his own joke, he abandons the van and heads to the pub.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" He yells as he enters, the few patrons eying him warily. Ivonka stands holding a knife. "Oh, relax. I'm not cooking this year. I was promised there would be pie...is there pie? That's all I want, the rest of my 'silly American Holiday' is taken care of." He slides into a seat by the window, pulling a remote detonation device out of his pocket. He looks at the timer on it, compares it to his watch. Glancing out of the window, he sees a shopkeeper chasing one of his turkeys with a broom. He grins, thumb over the toggle, "Three...twooooo...ONE!" The toggle is pressed, and outside the noise of multiple small explosions can be heard, and showers of feathers (and little bits of turkey) are fluttering down from the sky.
He leans back contentedly, hands behind his head, and waits for his pie.