Mighty's Thanksgiving/Mighty's Party

Amy: "Oh, Ella, please, just try to calm down and tell us what happened."

Ella: "Well, you know my dog."

Amy: "Yes? the 1 you renamed Mr. Moldy?"

Ella: "Yeah well this time, he's really gone and done it."

Ella: "I took the turkey outta the oven and he's looking at it like a pointer, and I thought: That's kinda cute, when all of a sudden, he lunged, attacked, ran out the back door with it and tore it to shreds."

Amy: "Oh!"

Ella: "And now, I don't have a turkey."

Cosmo: "Mr. Moldy is a bad dog."

Ella: "From now on, his new name is Mr. Go Away."

Ella: "Oh what am I gonna do? my niece and her husband are coming for dinner."

Amy: "You know something?"

Ella: "What?"

Amy: "There's a place in downtown Station Square that has precooked turkeys and I'm sure they're open for at least half an hour."

Ella: "Oh, I can't make it to downtown Station Square."

Mighty: "Well you could if I took you there."

Ella: "You'd do that for me?"

Mighty: "Sure."

Ella: "Oh come on, let's go, time's a wasting."