Mr. Drysdale give us a turkey.

You want to go hunting with us, Ellie?

But aren't you taking Thanksgiving bittles with us?

Well, they did invite us over for Thanksgiving dinner.

Yeah, they tried to scalp us and we jumped them first.

Look, tell us where the turkey is and we'll get it.

We just gotta shoot us one of them billiards for Thanksgiving.

Well, maybe that's one good thing about catching us a billiard.

And don't you never go off and leave us without any firearms.

Mr. Drysdale gave us that bird for a meal, not a pen.

And next year, we gonna have us one of them rascals for Thanksgiving.

Granny, the folks that lived here before us must have found it pretty tasty.

The next is the most important picture of all, where the Indians give us the turkey.

It's been a whole year since the guys they all sat down at the table with us.

I declare Duke, if Mr. Drysdale give us a string of weenies, that girl'll make pets out of him.