Formal Thanksgiving Dinner

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Listen to the grain rhythms of Freddie Rach and his orchestra, the swingy singing of Connie Haines. And this being Thanksgiving Day, we recall this touching theme. As the good ship Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock, the captain shouted to the Indian chief, Costello, Costello, do you realize it's seven o'clock? Where have you been?

Oh, I have it, I just came from your house. And have I got who's for you? What is it? Your cat just had chicken. My cat had chicken. Yep, my cat had chicken. Yep. You mean kitten. Cats don't have chicken.

What was that you brought home in a paper bag last night? That chicken. Well, your cat just had them. You mean that cat ate my chicken? He swallowed the chicken's bag and all. Why didn't you take them away from them?

You know me, I ain't the pipe that would let the bag out of the cat. I've got that wrong! Well, I've got plenty of other food around the house. Well, by the way, I've got the thing that this is Thanksgiving Day.

I hate to think of you eating alone. What do you mean? What do you say to Heaven Thanksgiving dinner with me? Well, why, that's so mighty. Fine of you, Costello. Good. At what time? Eight o'clock at your house.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You get no, no, you get no, you get no, you get no, you get no, you get my house. And help our little duck. Duck. Yeah, Doc. Yeah, that's a chicken with snow shoes on.