Fanksgibbing shopping

Dougie came for a bisit for Fanksgibbing!!

Reuben and Dougie rolled into the big store like two tiny tornadoes on a mission for fankgibbing supplies. Dougie rode proudly in the little cart, steering like a captain, while Reuben marched beside him.

“Okay,” Reuben said, looking serious. “We need the essentials: pie, crumbs, and more pie.”

Dougie nodded big. “And smashed taters! I heard fanksgibbing MUST hab smashed taters.”

They zoomed down the aisles, grabbing anyfing that looked delicious. A box ob crackers? Into the cart. A tiny bag ob marshmallows? Also in. A suspiciously large wheel ob cheese? Reuben just stared at it dreamily before whispering, “Fish will cry happy tears.”

By the time they reached the checkout, the cart was bursting wiff snacks, treats, and exactly zero actual dinner items.

Reuben blinked. “Do we need… like… a begetable?”

Dougie froze. “No. That sounds dangerous.”

So they rolled away triumphantly, ready for a Fanksgibbing feast made entirely ob snacks, cheese dreams, and one berry polite elephant.

It was perfect.