Thread:Firefox20z/@comment-33774835-20190427024131/@comment-15761712-20190709230428

Mr. Grouse: (shivering) Hoo...cold.

(He lights a match to throw into his fireplace while a pair of eyes pop out of it.)

Mr. Grouse: Aw, dang. All out of wood.

(The pair of eyes blows at the match to put the match out. As he leaves to get more wood, Lincoln comes out of the fireplace and heads to the backdoor only to get caught.)

Mr. Grouse: Gotcha!

(Lincoln screams and launches his sled into the air only for it to crash and shatter into a bunch of pieces.)