Jim Henson's Turkey Hollow

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Welcome to turkey hollow,

The turkey capital of the world!

Turkey hollow

is a quaint little town,

Nestled right

in the Podunk section

Of the mostly unhip

and exceptionally damp region

Of the pacific northwest.

Every November,

Tourists from far and wide

descend upon this little town

To celebrate a traditional

thanksgiving holiday.

Ah, thanksgiving,

The most wonderful time

of the year...

unless, of course,

you're a turkey!

What?

I don't get a laugh track?

Come on,

I was expecting a laugh track.

It kind of takes

the pressure off a little bit.

Still nothing?

Let's just cut

to our main characters,

The Emmerson family,

Who are approaching

the town limits

At this very moment...

whoa!

Are there really mooses

around here?

Uh, mooses?

Uh, you know, I don't know.

Meeses...

no, they're indigenous

to upper parts of...

you know, more northern...

oh, you don't know.

I still don't understand

Why we have

to spend thanksgiving

With someone we barely know.

Because aunt Cly is family,

And, you know,

she's flesh and blood,

There an inheritance at stake,

isn't there?

Look, now that your mother

and I are...

unattached...

divorced?

I think that we have

to make a concerted effort

To strengthen the branches

of our family tree.

Don't you think the time

to strengthen the family tree

Already came and went?

Say, before you moved out?

You know, when I was Tim's age,

We spent all the holidays here.

It's a lot of fun.

You guys are going to have

A great experience, you know?

You get to learn

The real meaning

of thanksgiving.

Oh, so we're here to rip off

some native Americans.

Banana...

don't call me that.

I hate that nickname.

Look, look, look,

there's the sign!

You've got to be kidding me.

What's wrong?

My phone!

I just lost my service

The second we went past

that stupid sign!

Ooh, the GPS is down, too!

Why do you sound so excited?

We're officially off the grid!

I've never been off

the grid before!

This is awesome!

Can you please take me

back on the grid?

I like the grid.

Aw, come on, banana.

Rrgh!

There sure are a lot of

pick-Up trucks around here.

Yeah, life moves a little

slower in this town.

Looks like life moved

to the next town.

Whoa, slow down!

What is that?

Oh, yeah!

Almost forgot about that guy.

That's the local tall tale...

the hideous howling hoodoo.

The what?

The hideous howling hoodoo!

Ten feet tall,

with razor-Sharp claws

And fangs like a barracuda!

Sometimes,

on the blackest of nights,

You can hear him howling

On the dark side

of the siempre verde forest.

So if this is

the blackest of nights,

How can it be darker

on one side of the forest

Than the other?

I'm just wondering.

And should you hear

That horrible,

high-Pitched moan...

run as fast as you can,

Because

if the hoodoo gets your scent,

He'll hunt you down

and eat you alive!

Seriously, no one believes

this stuff, right?

Hoodoo doodoo?

Dad!

Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad!

The lady who works here,

she said the hoodoo is real!

She said he's 10 feet tall,

and he lives in the forest!

Yeah, I wouldn't put

too much stock

In that story, kiddo.

I think she was just having

a little fun with you.

Well, why would they

build a statue

Of something that wasn't real?

Let me explain to you

how the middle of nowhere works.

See,

these little jerkwater towns

All have an imaginary monster,

Like bigfoot,

the loch ness monster,

Honey boo boo...

it's just to sell crap

to gullible tourists.

Like hoodoo doodoo?

Yeah, and t-Shirts.

They had T-Shirts

in there?

Hey, cool, bud!

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