Thanksgiving Blackout: Granny Lisa Recalls the Winter Storm

Uh, sir, I'm afraid we already over amped on that outlet.

I'll over amp you.

All right, everyone. Get out your remembrance candles.

Granny Lisa, why do we light a candle every Thanksgiving?

In remembrance of the great blackout that almost destroyed our town, when we actually had to write things down by hand.

It started on a cold November day, back when you could actually see snow outside of a museum.

11? This isn't supposed to happen. Goodbye autumn, hello November.

A powerful winter storm is headed our way.

Maybe it's the calm before the storm. What's the storm?

Could be the calm, the calm before the storm.

What storm, Mr. President? You'll find out.

I refuse to be scared unless there's some terrifying new term for it.

It's an arctic blast with a bomb cyclone and a chance of firenado, or as we in the news business call it, an arcticoneado. Ah!

None of us call it that, Plant. Pipe down, Arnie, I'm selling hoodies.

Storm's a coming. Light switch.

Huh? Why do people keep doing that? Blackout dates.

The blackout. The great blackout.

We had no power and no prospects of getting any.

What is it? What is it? We'll never know.

Don't worry, kids, the government will help.

The government cannot help itself, let alone you.

So to take your minds off your troubles, I propose some kind of games, either hunger or squid.