Alien Thanksgiving

New Illustration by Chris Trefz, Turkey Surprise: An Alien-Inspired Thanksgiving.

Here's some new artwork I created in celebration of the Thanksgiving holiday, inspired by the movie Alien, and the hilarious Farside cartoon by Gary Larson. 

Here's a Short Story based on the artwork:

My wife had just returned home from the supermarket with everything we needed for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving Day feast. “That’s a big bird,” I remarked hefting the turkey breast from the trunk of her car. “That must have racked up the bill.”  

“Don’t worry about the bill, dear,” my wife assured me. “It was free. The store was having some kind of holiday promotion for this new brand, Weyland-Yutani meats.”

“Never heard of them,” I replied. “But you can’t go wrong with free, I suppose.”

The following morning my wife asked me to stuff the turkey before it went into the oven for cooking. After taking another sip of coffee, I put my mug down to oblige. After removing the giblets, I began to take handfuls of the bread and vegetable mix and cram it into the head and neck of the plucked bird. It didn’t take but a moment, as there oddly wasn’t much space inside for such a large fowl. With stuffing budging out both ends of the turkey, I was about to go sit down, when a wad of dough and greens abruptly popped back out of the turkey and landed on the counter.

“What the Hell?” Confused, I began picking up the lost stuffing and cramming it back into the neck opening. “Ow!” I exclaimed as I met with a sharp prick. Withdrawing my hand, I found a trickle of blood running down the side.

“What happened?” My wife asked with concern.

“I don’t know. It felt like something… bit me.”

“That’s quite a trick, considering the turkey doesn’t have a head.” My wife joked. “You

probably just scaped your hand against a bone. Go wash it off and I’ll get the oven going.”

That afternoon our guest arrived and after catching up on the year’s events we all gathered around the dining room table. Mouthwatering, I took in the spread of mashed potatoes, cranberries, green beans, and rolls. Finally, out came what we all waited for, the Thanksgiving Day Turkey, cooked to golden perfection.

I began to reach in with my fork and knife to carve the first piece when my wife prodded me with her elbow. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“How Could I forget,” I grumbled, putting down my silverware and folding my hands. “Dear Lord,” I began. “We thank you for this bountiful feast we are about to…”

My prayer was interrupted, when the turkey at the center of the table, suddenly began to convulse. Followed by a muffled growl, as stuffing began to squirt out of the turkey and back onto the table. Then a lump began to form at the top of the steaming poultry. It rose, sunk back down, then bulged back up with more force, like something was inside struggling to get out.

Then with one final thrust, the top of the fowl exploded outward, raining bits of meat onto the table, as something horrible squirmed forth from the turkey and hissed…