Curiosities, Oddities, and Antiques - Saturday

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Cecil had ended up sucking it up and going home for Thanksgiving. The Dead Citizens' Impersonation Contest had been outstanding as always, Old Woman Josie had gifted him some of her lovely cornbread (the angels hadn't even run off with the salt in a while), and Carlos had at least consented to a bit of necking on the sofa, so it hadn't been too bad, really.

Carlos had also gone off on into scientific raptures about how the portals could manage to sync up with Night Vale's time-stream or something. Honestly, as long as it did, Cecil didn't much care, but it was pretty neat to watch him talk about it.

On the other hand, it meant that now he felt even colder on the island. And damper. He had both heaters going at the shop, and he still wasn't taking off his coat and scarf any time soon. Foucault had burrowed into the middle of a comforter and refused to come out, so he was currently a fabric-covered lump in the corner.

As expected, the clocks from last week hadn't gone anywhere. Cecil put out a sign:

Free shrunken head with every cuckoo clock!

Maybe that would help them sell?