CD-FFT09 (Nov 28, 2024)
Puzzle
“S3E5, S4E5, S5E4, S6E4, S7E6, S8E5, S9E7, S10E8, S11E7, S12E8, S13E8, S14… wait, what happened?”
Cartoon Trivia | 1 Word
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: An American cartoon with a missing themed episode in Season 14. Try to find this theme.
Clue 2: Perhaps try searching for the other episodes, as well?
Clue 3: This cartoon first came out in 2011.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Thanksgiving
Explanation: The show being referenced here is Bob’s Burgers. The connection between all these episodes is that they are all Thanksgiving themed.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
[Date | Nov-28-24]
[Barista | Hazelnut]
[Subject | Flurrdo’s Frozen Treats]
[File Reference | CD-FFT09]
You know what they say—if you’re going to crash a cult ritual, do it in style! Okay, maybe no one actually says that (it’s kind of a niche thing to do), but they should! Because, wow, did I pull it off! Sort of. Kind of. Let’s call it a “qualified success.” I sabotaged their “Chosen One” Ascension ritual, and by “sabotaged,” I mean I turned it into a complete dumpster fire. They wanted to swirl chocolate and vanilla ice cream and I came them the ol’ dookie cough switcharoo. The bad news? I’m now being hunted by some very angry, very sparkly cultists.
…Let me back up.
Like every great cult disruption, it started with me sneaking in undercover. Matching robes really do wonders for blending in with these groups. Anyway, the Infernus goons were gearing up for their Big Event—the Ascension of their Chosen One. A kid, no older than me. Lots of chanting, glowing symbols, and way too many humans pretending they understood what they’d signed up for.
I managed to sneak under the main stage, putting me directly beneath their ritual apparatus—a contraption that looked equal parts arcane nonsense and college science fair reject. It involved static shards—dozens of them—arranged in some kind of grid. Each shard pulsed with a low, ominous hum, like they were tuning into something much bigger, scarier, and definitely not Flipside-friendly.
And that’s when inspiration struck.
I didn’t have time to analyze the setup, so I did the mostest reasonablest thing I could think of: pulled one shard, swapped two others, and smashed another for good measure. Apparently, that was the secret magic combo to fucking everything up, because the ritual im-pah-loded. Static erupted from the shards, and the Chosen One—who’d been mid-Ascension—let out a blood-curdling scream as the whole grid short-circuited.
Chaos broke loose. Some cultists ran for cover, others tried to salvage the ritual, and a few just stood there, slack-jawed, watching their grand plan go up in smoke, er, maybe static? With all the commotion, I managed to grab a handful of shards—still buzzing with whatever energy they’d been channeling—and make a run for it.
Here’s the good news: I got out. The bad news? The cultists noticed. One of their enforcers—a big guy with way too many teeth to be human—chased me halfway across Sacramento. I finally lost him near a Denny’s on Bercut. Yes, I stopped for the essentials. A Slam or two. No regrets.
And now… here I am! Writing this just minutes out from the Cafe, static shards in hand, and cultists probably closing in. I’ll lay as low as I can, but let’s be real—the Cafe isn’t exactly subtle. Cherry, Hibiscus, Peppy, anyone—if you’ve got any tips for warding off angry glam-cultists, I’m listening. And on the bright side… I brought back eight of the static shards! That’s eight fewer humans that’ll have to die horribly, right?
…Also, you did save me some turkey, didn’t you?