Monday, November 25, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving!

The Pilgrims and Indians are sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. Joy is in the air. Then a wind comes from nowhere. A sudden noise erupts. The familiar sound of the TARDIS. But it’s not the TARDIS. It looks, in fact, like a metallic teepee. A futuristic Indian emerges wearing a spacesuit. 
Future Indian: The Anasazi have returned. And boy are we pissed.
Indian Girl: Hey … we were eating, OK?
Future Indian: No. Don’t eat. It’s a trap.
He kicks over the table.
True to his name, Miles Standish stands up.
Miles: What pagan nonsense ...
Future Indian vaporizes him with a ray gun.The other Pilgrims run, screaming.
Future Indian: (holding up gun) You’re going to need these. There’s more in the ship.
Indian Girl runs in.
Indian Girl: Hey! It’s bigger on the inside!
Future Indian: Yes. It’s bigger on the inside.

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