A Hobo Thanksgiving

We need something happy for this blog today.

I don’t like my readers being puddles.

So I’ve taken drastic measures.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Anderson has entered the building.

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So, guys. Meet Mike. A gangster, ESTP, prickly cactus with candy inside and probably one of my favorite characters in ever.

Gonna steal a few quotes from OYAN to describe him:

“A snarky tough guy with a heart for friends and family. Always strong, always loving, always annoying.” ~theintrepidhedgehog

“A haunted, sassy hood with an addiction to apple pie.” ~Cassie

 

Mike hails from his ’80s gangster story, Snark with a Switchblade, by the fantastic Cassie. (No end of recommendations will flood this blog when this book gets published, let me tell you.)

So.

Mike Anderson and Wolfgang Dankworth are here, as hobos, to celebrate Thanksgiving in their own haphazard, sarcastic way.

Hopefully this will be a bit more day-brightening.

Picture references, because.

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Wolfgang.

 

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And Mike. (Demanding his dues for the day.)

 

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And the both of them as hoboes in a collage.

Now, the story. From Wolfgang’s point of view, as I’m accustomed to writing at this point. *bows*

 


We were both nostalgic idiots.

 

Hoboes . . . unashamed criminals . . . train jumpers and thieves. We shouldn’t care a lick about some dumb old holiday and whether or not we did anything for it.

 

I shouldn’t have even remembered it.

 

If I was any sort of respectable criminal, it would’ve been a next-day sort of thing.

 

Hey, Mike, I just remembered. Thanksgiving was yesterday. Crazy, huh? I’m such a dumbbell with dates.

 

But no.

 

We just had to come up with a scheme . . . a way to still celebrate the most sappy holiday of all.

 

“He went this way!” I hear a faint voice echo down the street. I swallow and press myself up against the wall of the alley I’m in.

 

It’s sure a good thing pies are sold in little boxes. Because they would have been long gone if not. I adjust my grip on the two that I’m holding as the footsteps run closer.

 

They’re onto me.

 

I swear and look up and down the alley. A trashcan and a few crates. I quickly flip the crate and shove the pies under, then open up the trashcan. It’s empty, thank God. But, good glory, it smells.

 

Better to smell like a rotten fish and not be arrested, though. So I take a deep breath, hop inside and pull the lid over my head.

 

The footsteps scurry around nearby and there’s a bit of yelling. By the time they’ve left, I feel like I’m going to pass out from holding my breath. I pop the lid off and take a few gasping gulps of the relatively clean air.

 

No one’s in sight. I’m safe.

 

I get out shakily and recover my treasures. A pecan pie, a blackberry pie and a little jar of cranberries.

 

Our deal was that we’d have two hours to retrieve the two things that made Thanksgiving feel right for us. I wasn’t sure if just grabbing two pies counted, since they were technically the same dish. So I got some cranberries to go with the turkey just in case.

 

I heft them up into my arms again and start down the maze of alleys towards our agreed feast hall: The train yard, in an abandoned bay.

 

Mike ate like a bear, and had also been groaning about how nice some meat would be as an addition to our diet of random scraps. And if anyone would be . . . enterprising enough to steal a fully cooked turkey, it would be Mike.

 

I’m pretty sure the entrée’s covered.

 

By the time I get to the train yard, my arms are sore from holding them under the heavy boxes for so long. I step carefully over the tracks and get into the far bay, barely lit by an old lamp and sunset light from the high-up windows.

 

No Mike yet. There’s still about fifteen minutes left on our time limit. Can’t rush perfection.

 

Though in the back of my mind, I’m worried that he got arrested.

 

I set the pies down with the little jar balanced on top and shake out my arms with a groan, rubbing at my muscles.

 

A little pile in the corner makes up our dinner kit. A stained old piece of cloth and a couple of cracked plates. We’re eating with our pocketknives, like men. As long as we’re careful about it and don’t slit our tongues.

 

Might as well make use of the time. I spread out the cloth on the ground and set the plates across from each other.

 

It actually looks pretty nice, for being salvaged from a dumpster.

 

A bit of clanging comes from near the entrance and I hear someone curse. Mike’s back.

 

I wave as he comes around the corner. “Hey! What’d you get?” My eyes rest on his familiar looking boxes and my brow furrows.

 

“Pie, of course. Apple and pumpkin.” Mike holds up the boxes as he comes closer. “What about . . .” his voice fades as he sees my pies. “Oh.”

 

We’re both quiet for a bit.

 

Mike sets down his boxes and frowns. “I thought you were getting turkey or stuffing . . . something like that.”

 

I shake my head. “Pie and cranberry sauce.”

 

“What’s the cranberry sauce for?”

 

“The turkey I thought you were getting.”

 

We both look at each other for a few minutes.

 

I nod slowly, biting my tongue. “So all we have for dinner is pie.”

 

Mike’s face breaks into an involuntary grin. “I’m not complaining.”

 

“Yeah,” I start setting out the boxes on our cloth. “Who needs turkeys? We’re both turkeys anyway.”

 

And we both had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner.

 

And stomachaches afterwards.


 

Theeereee now isn’t that a little happier? ❤

Well, hope you guys were cheered a bit.

What’s your favorite kind of pie?

Please comment!

~writefury

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50 responses to “A Hobo Thanksgiving

  1. Pumpkin Pie all the way!
    Seriously, what is this from? Snark with a Switchblade? Is that your book, or did you steal a character and smash him with yours for a hilarious story? Is there more to this?

    • Amen, sister. XD
      Nope, not my book. It’s by a friend, Cassie, on One Year Adventure Novel. One of my favorite books and I can’t even shove it in people’s faces. </3

  2. Ugh, I need more of this stuff, though I doubt my parents would like the title “Snark with a Switchblade” They wouldn’t let me have a switchblade (I had to settle for assisted open) and snakiness is not exactly encouraged in our house.

  3. ‘ladies and gentlemen Mike Anderson has entered the building.’ omw.

    i love this drabble ❤ ❤ poor Mike and Wolfgang, forever on the run for pie-theft.

  4. Hilarious. 😀 Not quite so sad. I pity them their stomachaches though.
    *sits on trashcan lid so no one can get Kate* She can’t help it!
    Hm…I loved a German chocolate pie we had once. Mint cream pie’s really good too. Not exactly fruit pies, but… 😛

    What’s your favorite, Rosey?

  5. I collage was glorious! Is there a certain app that you use for that?

    And, pie. Because, pie.

    I love how you have these characters. All my characters are usually depressed and in need of coffee… but they’re my little bagels not matter how coffee deprived. But it’s cool how you can put them in different times and whatnot. I shall try that one if these days…

    AND can you tell me when this book comes out be dangggg. I need it. Snarky is a spoken language in my house, WE All give each other sass. And The title is goals.

    Happy Thanksgiving! Or, if any of you guys are not American, happy random thursday!

    • Pixlr.com/express, actually. It’s very fun. 😀
      PIE. ALWAYS PIE.
      My fallback is happy characters, actually. Though you might not think it. *looks at my last BM part*
      *vigorous nodding* It holds much snark and wonderfulness.
      Happy thanksgiving to you, too! *hugs*

      • Awesome! I’ll have to look at it. 🙂

        Always pie.

        Really?? My fall back is sad characters. And while I can do them well usually, I depress people. Which isn’t as good…

        I need it now. Maybe hold a parade for when it’s out or something.

        *all the hugs because hugs are awesome.*

  6. Good job! And I’m just saying that if Mike’s book was out and published I’d have a horrible time with no spoilers in my happy-gushy-favorite-sort-of-book review. *jumps out of dumpster and offers Mike and Wolfgang some sprinkles and STUFFING* :d ;P

  7. This is so cute. I felt better. Never have several people getting stuff for dinner when they don’t know what they’re supposed to be getting. I wrote a sort of nostalgic Thanksgiving story I think you’d like, and posted it on my blog. Stomachaches! Impossible! I have pie for breakfast after Thanksgiving (I literally do, it’s a family tradition,) and I never get a stomachache.

  8. My brother would say his favorite kind of pie is pizza… X)

    I’d have to say Pumpkin, though. Most of the time. Some days it would be Dutch apple, but generally Pumpkin. With whipped cream, of course. 😉

    This is an interesting story. Can’t quite say I approve of their method of celebrating Thanksgiving, though… 😉

  9. I had pumpkin pie for breakfast yesterday. And more after lunch. And peanut butter pie after dinner. Pie. I love Mike.

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