We just made it.. and what an adventure it has been while you all snored happily (eh? human snores are terrible noisy but while they snored, we kept digging and digging! Hehehehe they never heard us!
I don't know who this mysterious "Scottie" is but we think he works for Bernard Matthews. Devious little devil, promised us Best Of Corn but then slammed the door shut behind us! We were trapped in a pitchblack dungeon and now and then they threw some food down the skylatch. Everybody scraping and scratching for a morsel.
It was all Dandy's fault really, he fell in love with a pink 'turkey' and wouldn't listen to me that this was a Flamingo and certainly not Grace and I had to blindfold him so that he would dig for his love... the tunnel underneath the fence quickly got longer and longer.
Why Bernard Matthew kept a flamingo I never stopped to find out.
They even took my bagpipes away because they said I was a 'rabble rouser'...... me? MOI?

I sent text messages to Charlie (the chap in Ireland with whom I have shared many a good Guiness) and he sent me a manual on how to dig under fences... really! Aaaah but he smuggled in a spade!
God bless good old Charlie!

Knowing Dandy, he is on his way to Grace........... he looks a bit thin but he did shovel hard!

All being said, it WAS the Great Escape....... I could never have stood the (oven) heat and by the way, I managed to steal my bagpipes back (office door was not locked and hehehe I took their ham sandwiches and a bottle of the finest Whiskey) and I am practising for a Biiiiiig Old Lang Syne! Told that nasty little Scottie to be "goon a long".
And to think we nearly never made it but there is no getting rid of us turkeys! We are the Champions and I don't care boasting on a forum!
Now then, where is my bottle of Whitchkey and some food?
Trevor

Keith got wind of the great escape, and came to see if he could offer help....on his way, he came across a posse, looking for the escapees....they searched Keith's car, but found nothing...the hounds couldn't find a scent, so they let him move on....but aha, Keith got to thinking, if he was Trevor, what would he do? Why take a backroad of course....so Keith backtracks and finds tire tracks in the snow....he follows and comes across an abandoned car hidden with tree branches...hmm, must be a plan of Trevor's hide the car....

As he trudges on, he finds new tracks, and decides to follow....about three miles down the road, he comes upon a strange sight....Trevor, Dandy, Faith, Saira, and "Arthur", all singing and dancing a jig....mindless of the falling snow...

Michelle was home, with her radio on, when a breaking news report came over the air. There was an escape from the dungeon at daybreak......it seems two turkeys, a case of whiskey, a pair of bagpipes, and the warden's wife's pink fur coat was missing too. Law enforcement said they were aided in their escape and that all involved would be apprehended.

Michelle goes to the phone to call all lurkers.....then runs out the door to her car for the long drive to the new Canine Cottage, home of all lurkers. Someone brings out a radio to keep tabs on the escape....

Surprise, even the hounds are cheering on the escapees....

Eileen, the thinking lurker came with food for all lurkers awaiting the return of our wayward souls. Seems Bossman and Lazy were too cheap to think of feeding the hungry mouths.

The hounds were standing guard, watching out for the posse in case they headed our way. Spike was at the ready, aboard Mabel's back, searching up and down the road. Smart idea to start, placing the new cottage in the country....no neighbors nearby, to report us or turn in what we do....now it's up to the hounds and Lazy to do all the work keeping us in line.

Hmm, bring out the woolies for Saira and Arthur, and build a fire in the fireplace to keep our travelors warm....my hats off to Charles, you did good boy..... Get it? Charlieboy....oh I love it..

Psst, is that lazy sleeping through all the excitement? I sure hope so....or we might catch it for taking part in the escape....Grace dear, get ready....you may have to distract the posse if they come our way....

The escapees finally arrive at their destination, and all lurkers on the night shift come to duty. It's up to us, to hide them when the posse comes.

Hmm, Lazy hasn't filled the larder, so it's up to Beth to restock....then she will send her the bill....

Saira came inside, to warm here weary bones, and passed out in front of the fire.....Dandy is the parlour with one very happy Grace....at last check, both were discussing the latest "pink" winter fashion....

The boys filled Faith's gas tank and she is on her merry way home....

Chicken Tony is nowhere to be found....I think I hear Mary calling....

So I shall grab a hot cup of cocoa, and sit in Lazy's favorite chair by the fire, and perhaps settle in for a nice warm winter nap.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr get outa off my chair Beth! At once..........Trevor wants to sit in it!" That tumbles even m,Tony dear chicken, how I love you brave soul.................... ain't just any old chick that would go to the rescue of turkeys.
And all you peeps have been wonderful..... what would we turkeys do without you? Perish I guess.
Sair-a, tell Arthur to go and haunt a troll.... that might keep them from causing mischief to K9 and bad enough that K9 had to be locked!
---------- somebody shut that birdie Dandy up! He couldn't play bagpipes if he were paid! And
I want to sleep! <groan - now who blame for snoring...... not a snore emits from my beak! But Dandy is dreadful......... poor Grace, she will need ear mufflers. How do you think we escaped?????????????

Trevor

Pipe down all you turkeys....you're making too much noise. can't you see, we lurkers need sleep too? And where is bossman? If it weren't for us lurkers, you turkeys would still be in that dungeon...my hats off to Charles for all he did, but he should have thought to muzzle you lot.....gobble gobble....snicker snicker....

Did I hear right? Trevor our drinking buddy is back? Hallelujah....I hope he brought some good booze...and will he share?

Who's that dancing on the table? Oh, Grace and Dandy....hmmm I don't know who looks prettier, Dandy or Grace.....psst, don't let Lazy find you there....she doesn't like high heel marks on the furniture....Oh my stars, is that my dear wife sneaking out of the larder?

Careful dear, don't let lazy see you, or she may make you do kitchen duty....

Dave