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sorry i couldn't fit them all obviously so I included the highest rated finales (per imdb) and i left off swan song because i think it would just win by so much so i wanna see what we think of all the others
click the read more if you want to see the episode ratings
imdb ratings:
1x22 -> 9.2 2x22 -> 9.4 3x16 -> 9.2 4x22 -> 9.3 6x22 -> 8.9 7x23 -> 8.7 8x23 -> 9.3 9x23 -> 9.2 10x23 -> 9.1 11x23 -> 8.5 12x23 -> 8.8 14x20 -> 9.2
(5x22 was rated 9.7)
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Please oh please write a Fic where Ben gets super ridiculously turned on by Leslie's fingerless gloves and cargo pants that is followed by hardcore boning. I would love you forever
Hello! Thank you anon, this was a wonderful prompt! It got me motivated to actually write and post something (hooray!)
I hope you enjoy!
“I was thinking of wearing this to the volunteer picnic.”
“Yeah, looks great, babe,” Ben mumbled distractedly, not really bothering to look up from the polling numbers on his laptop.
It’s not that he didn’t care, but they were slowly and steadily creeping up on Bobby Newport and Ben had to keep glancing at the pattern to fully appreciate it. Could they maybe actually win? She could actually win.
Of course, Leslie was going to win.
A few seconds passed and then his candidate/girlfriend interrupted him again, this time sounding a bit more impatient. “Ben, I’m thinking of wearing this to the volunteer picnic tomorrow if you think you can control yourself. If I wear this. Care to take a look?”
“What?” He finally glanced up and took in her outfit–tan pants and a plaid shirt. “Yeah, it looks really nice.” Ben frowned. “Wait. What do you mean if I can control myself?”
“Because of my pants,” she responded, giving him a wink and then a spin. “These are my cargo pants.”
It was weird, he thought, feeling his dick twitch with interest at her words.
Obviously, cargo pants weren’t necessarily a sexy outfit. They weren’t inherently anti-sexy, he supposed, but they weren’t an item of clothing that Ben would see normally and…start to feel turned on.
But Leslie in cargo pants? When she’d already explained to him (over glasses of wine, way back when they were first secretly dating) that cargo pants were on her Top Ten List of Clothing Items That are Super Sexy? Yep. Cargo pants apparently do it for him now.
Incidentally, Leslie’s top ten list was as follows:
1. Fingerless gloves
2. Cargo pants
3. Metal bikini tops
4. Shirts that look wet all the time
5. Vests with nothing underneath
6. Blazers with nothing underneath
7. Sequined bow ties
8. Mysterious hats
9. Phantom of the Opera masks
10. ThongsHe was already a fan of that last one (and number three, because duh, Princess Leia and that gold bikini), but everything else on the list was…a bit puzzling. Of course, vests and blazers accidentally popping open were an easy sell, and he could certainly understand the appeal of the Phantom of the Opera mask. But over the course of the last few months, he’s kind of gotten on board with Leslie’s whole quirky list.
“Let me get this straight,” he answered, shutting his laptop for the night and putting it on the bedside table. “You’re asking me if tomorrow, if you wear those pants to the picnic, if I can control myself–”
“Right. Control your reaction,” she interrupted, making a face like she was trying not to laugh. “To my cargo pants.”
“Ohhhh. Okay. My reaction. Are you talking about my penis?”
Leslie starting giggling and nodding, all while walking closer to where he was sprawled out on her bed, his back resting against the headboard.
“Yes. That’s what I’m talking about, Ben.”
“I will do my best to keep it under control and in my pants, Knope.”
“Hmmmm,” Leslie seemed to consider this before she opened the nightstand and took out a pair of black fingerless gloves.
“Alright. Well, that’s just not fair,” Ben said, starting to grin.
He watched as she slowly put them on, all while giving him a sexy, knowing smile. And then she climbed into his lap.
“Are you wearing the gloves tomorrow? Because then I might have to amend my–”
He didn’t even get any further into his sentence before she attacked his face with hers. And really, that was just what Ben was hoping she’d do.
He might have to keep it in his pants at the campaign event tomorrow but there’s no reason it has to stay in his pants tonight.
“You like the cargo pants?” Leslie asked against his lips, smiling when he rubbed his nose playfully against hers.
“I like the cargo pants,” he responded as he started to unzip the pants in questions.
“Cargo pants are sexy?”
“Uh-huh. Super sexy.” Even if he was having an issue trying to tug them down her hips while she was sitting on him.
“Ha! Got you! I told you! I told you they were sexy and you just said–”
Ben growled and kissed her again before she could even finish gloating. Yes, she was right, but right now, there were more important things to do.
But still, she probably deserved her moment, Ben decided.
“Your cargo pants get me really turned on,” he whispered. “All the zippers and pockets and the way your butt looks.”
“Mmmmm, see?”
He nodded and then licked against her collarbone.
“Oops, your top popped open,” Ben teased a few seconds later, after he got all the buttons undone. It’s not like he was going to really pop the buttons off her plaid shirt, but he figured she’d appreciate that turn of phrase.
“Oops,” Leslie repeated, moving off him briefly to get her pants the rest of the way off.
They’d only been back together for about three months and he still found himself unbelievably grateful that she’d suggested that they do this thing for real. In fact, they’d seemed to have gone from barely speaking to being almost inseparable since that night at the smallest park. If he wasn’t spending the night over here, she was over at his house. They worked together and slept together and really, Ben didn’t think he’d ever been happier.
Even if living in Pawnee was turning him into a weirdo that got a boner from the sight of his girlfriend in a pair of cargo pants and fingerless gloves.
After her pants were discarded, along with his, they spent a fair amount of time rolling around on her bed. In the middle of it, Ben reached back, sliding his hand along her hip and when he kept going…he got a handful of bare ass.
“Oh god, you’re wearing a thong too?”
The thong in question boasted bright pink and purple polka dots, but still.
“Laundry day,” Leslie responded as she helped him get his shirt off.
He groaned and squeezed her butt again as she wrapped her hand around him (but not before she pulled her one glove off first) and fuck, he really was turned on. It only took a few minutes of kissing and hardcore making out, and soon, they were both naked.
Ben brushed his tongue against Leslie’s clit and smiled when she bucked against him. Going down on her served a couple of different purposes, the most important being, he loved making her come with his mouth. But also, it made him even harder, just hearing the sounds she made as he licked and fingered her, spreading her open and inhaling her scent.
By the time he pushed inside, they were both pretty worked up. Leslie had managed to twist around so that he was kind of spooning into her, her one leg back a bit and almost over his hip.
“Is this okay?” Ever since she’d told him once about how she’d had an ex (Jason? Justin? Asshole?) that always managed to get her into uncomfortable, pretzel-like positions, Ben made a point of making sure she was cool if stuff seemed super bendy or new.
“Yeah. I can’t believe we haven’t done it like this before!”
He laughed and thrust in harder, then leaned closer and teased the skin of her neck with his teeth. She just felt so amazing and warm and soft and god, he was going to come so hard.
He was so close.
Leslie reached back to take his hand in hers, the one that still had a fingerless glove on and good lord, it was all so sexy and perfect and hot and goofball that he could barely stand it. Ben’s thrusts sped up and then he was right there, his orgasm exploding through him as she clenched around him.
Yeah. Fine. He could see why the gloves were number one on the list.
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Episode 16 : Santa Claus Ain’t Comin’ To Town
(King Falls AM theme plays)
Ben: You are off the charts excited, Sammy. Are you sure this isn’t about Christmas vacation?
Sammy: Not at all. I’ve just finally got something big to bring to the table, spooky stuff wise, and I cannot wait.
Ben: *laughs* You are glowing, man. I can’t wait to hear this.
Sammy: Good evening ladies and gents, and Welcome to King Falls AM - that’s 660 on the AM dial, and this is our last show of the year. The last show before our big Christmas break, as Ben mentioned.
Ben: Let’s not say big, it’s just a break. We’ll be right back here literally on New Years Day. Thanks, Merv. But we’ve got a hell of a show for you.
Sammy: Okay, can I just get a few minutes off the top to talk about today’s discovery?
Ben: I was literally just saying, the floor is yours, Sammy.
Sammy: Okay, alright. So, you know sometimes I’m a little bit, uh, skeptical when it comes to -
Ben: Literally everything. You are skeptical of every phenomenon that has crossed our paths.
Sammy: I wouldn’t say every.
Ben: Oh, I would. Do you want a recap? There was the alien abduction, the -
Sammy: *laughs* No - no, no, no. I think you know your stuff. So, you should know that I’m very excited to bring my own bit of King Falls lore to the table tonight.
Ben: Before you press on, are you sure this is a good idea?
Sammy: What do you mean?
Ben: I’m not trying to be argumentative here, but the last time that you brought in a find of our own last time like this, you brought Howard Ford Beauregard III into our lives.
Sammy: *sharply* Okay, that was a mistake and we have talked about that.
Ben: I know! I’m just saying...be super sure about this one, huh.
Sammy: This is nothing like HFB 3.
Ben: Then please continue my friend.
Sammy: So, I was out doing a little bit of shopping earlier today at The King Falls Mall and -
Ben: Was it crazy crowded? I still have to pick up something special for...my mom.
Sammy: It was crowded. Not Black Friday crowded, but nicely darkly opaque Tuesday, if you will.
Ben: Okay, cool.
Sammy: We all know that gift is not for your mom, by the way.
Ben: Whatever.
Sammy: So, I’m at the mall, I make my purchases, but I’m all worked up and got an appetite and I’m not gonna wait in line at a mall eatery with Christmas people, ya know? So, I’m thinking, why not just go the 3 minutes away to Frickards?
Ben: ... Traitor. But I get it.
Sammy: So, I make the drive over to my favorite Frogery. A #5 Frick-a-Seed with extra frog puppies...
Ben: You actually eat the frogs there, man? I heard they poach them there directly from Lake Hatchineha.
Sammy: Don’t say that! They are a fine sponsor of the show.
Ben: Facts are facts.
Sammy: Okay, so I get there and pulling up right beside me is this beautiful candy apple red Corvette. It was a beauty, let me tell ya. Early 1960′s, but the closer I look, the weirder it gets. It’s got bells, like sleigh bells, all over this thing -
Ben: Let’s, uh, move on Sammy.
Sammy: So I look over at the driver, this bigger older gent steps out of the car...red suit, red tie, massive white beard -
Ben: Sammy, I think we should, uh -
Sammy: Tiny little glasses, rosy red cheeks, and the friendliest damn face I’ve ever seen. He introduced himself as Chris!
Ben: So you run into a mall Santa running late for work?
Sammy: Oh, this was no mall Santa, Ben. This was thee Santa. We made chit-chat and there was only one available table, so with it just being myself and him, we -
Ben: You had lunch with a mall Santa.
Sammy: Bennnnn, he knew my name without me saying it!
Ben: You’re a radio sensation, Sammy. Lots of people know your name.
Sammy: Do they know my childhood address? What I got for Christmas when i was 6? I don’t think so!
Ben: *laughs* Oh jeez, you got a Santa stalker, buddy. Either that or Creepy Carl got released on bail. Moving forward -
Sammy: He knew all this stuff, Ben! My wants, my likes...good things and bad things. You know, I’m pretty protective of my personal life, Ben.
Ben: Yeah, I do, Shotgun.
Sammy: This was Santa Claus, real as day, right here in King Falls! Not only that, but he told me that he actually vacations here part of the year! Think about that! The big guy hanging out here! *scoffs* Dude, why are you looking at me like this?
Ben: Do you know how many older gentleman in the world dress up as Santa Claus, Sammy? A lot. It’s a job for some folks. Some of them go to hospitals. It’s a big deal for some folks. This was one of those guys. Just pulling your chain, Sammy. Santa living here part time is *sputters* I doubt very, very seriously that this guy you met -
-Sammy: It was him. I don’t understand why you’re so hell bent on dismissing this! If a caller called in with this story, you’d be on a mission!
Ben: I’m not hell bent on dismissing you. I’m just...looking at this from all angles. How bout that?
Sammy: Are you saying King Falls isn’t good enough for a Santa vacation home? A second house?
Ben: I’m not saying that at all! That’s ludicrous...d-did he tell you I said that?!
Sammy: A-ha! So you know I’m right.
Ben: No! Santa- I mean, mall dude Santas are tricky. I - I don’t trust them! Look at this wedge he’s driving, man!
Sammy: You know something about this...
Ben: *sputters* You want me to tell you what I know?
Sammy: I do!
Ben: Here’s the scoop: I know you meant some...guy. I know he’s not Santa because Santa would not go to Greg Frickard’s place to eat. I know -
Sammy: You’re full of it.
Ben: You wanna put this to the callers? We can poll this thing out.
Sammy: I think I do, Ben! This guy knew what I go for Christmas years ago. HE knew about Wolfington the terrier, which I got for Christmas as a kid. He knew it all!
Ben: Ha, okay, King Falls: Do you think Sammy meant the real Santa Claus earlier today? Think about this and give us a call: 424-279-3858
Sammy: Heh-heh, you are on, buddy. I’m not gonna be the only person here -
Ben: *quickly* OPERATION KING FALLS KRINGLE
(Cuts to commercial: Banjo Music Playing)
“Howdy y’all! It’s Randy McMullet from McMulletson’s National Palace of Snake Skin Boots, and I’m here to let ya know we got some rattlin’ new for ya. After the sensational success of Black Mamba Friday, it’s time to roll out our next deal of the year. This weekend it’s our annual Secret Santa Albino Snakeskin Special. We’ll have all our white snake choices at our unbeatable dark snake prices. So slither on down just outside of town at the corner of Route 72 and Ol Bauman Range Road. McMullet’s International House of Snake Skin Boots! Where we fill yourboots, with savin’s!"
(Welcome to 660 plays)
Sammy: What the hell was that about?
Ben: It was about saving money on boots, man.
Sammy: No, whatever you yelled right before the commercial.
Ben: *laughs* I don’t know what you’re talking about. I sneezed.
Sammy: ... I’m watching you.
Ben: Watch away, Sammy. Pick a line, they’re all lit up. Like Christmas.
Sammy: You’re way too smug, I don’t like this. Lucky Line 1...
Ben: An excellent choice.
Sammy: Good evening, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.
Cynthia: First off, Sammy, obviously you’re off your rocker. Santa lives in the North Pole!
Sammy: *sighs* Hi, Cynthia.
Cynthia: Secondly, are you for real shopping at the King Falls Mall? Do you have a death wish?!
Ben: What are you on about, Mrs. Higenbaum?
Sammy: It honestly wasn’t that busy...
Cynthia: I’m not talking about crowds! I’m talking about the gang of vampires that live in the mall... just waiting for the perfect time to strike!
Ben: What?!
Cynthia: Of course you wouldn’t know, Ben.
Ben: I’m pretty up to date on my -
Cynthia: Obviously you are not...or you’d know about the gang of vampires that live in the mall!
Sammy: Cynthia, thanks for calling tonight. Even if you are dead wrong about Santa. Now, would you like to expand about this, uh, vam-
Cynthia. Gang of vampires.
Sammy: Right...
Ben: How do you know that they’re vampires, Cynthia?
Cynthia: Pale much? Check. Dark clothes? Check. Never ever out in the light of day? CHECK!
Ben & Sammy: She’s talking about Hot Topic...
Sammy: Aren’t you?
Cynthia: They just glare at you soullessly when you walk in. Eyeing you up and down, probably looking for a good vein.
Sammy: Or a neck tattoo.
Cynthia: This is not to be made light of, Sammy! You’ll see!
Ben: They’re just goth kids, Mrs. Higenbaum.
Cynthia: Oh, please. Like you know! Let the record state that when King Falls is overrun in a Lost Boys type fashion with these emo vampires that I tried to warn you! And you just laughed!
Sammy: What do you recommend, Cynthia? Should we stock up on garlic and stakes?
Ben: I think just knowing our parents loved us enough should do the trick.
Cynthia: Laugh it up, you dumbs. You know I hate telling people “I told you so” but I will tell your ass “I told you so” SO FAST! *politely* Merry Christmas! *hangs up*
Ben: So... we’ll count that as a no. 0 and 1, Sammy.
Sammy: Line 5, welcome to King Falls AM.
Finn: *faint sounds of the highway* Hey, Sammy! Hey, Ben!
Sammy: Hey, Finn! Long time no talk, buddy! You doin’ alright?
Finn: Oh yeah! Never better! Just had to get a couple shots, ya know?
Ben: That’s good to hear, Finn. Uh, what’s your take on this?
Finn: Oh, I was actually just phonin’ cause I wanted to tell you fellas Merry Christmas before it was too late.
Ben: Merry Christmas to you too, Finn! Stay safe out there on the roads.
Finn: You know it!
Sammy: Well, thanks for calling in, Finn. We’re glad that you’re feeling better. We were pretty worried about you.
Finn: Ohhhh, you fellas. Howl at the moon one little time and you get alllll worried.
Sammy: It was more than once, Finn.
Finn: You know what I’m sayin’! It’s not like I’m going to sleep and wakin’ up naked in a field somewhere covered in chicken feathers and god knows what all over me... on the regular. *sounds of scratching *
Sammy: That... is, um, good to hear, Finn.
Finn: Just once every now and then, ya know?
Ben: *laughs nervously* Okay, y-you take care of yourself. Happy Holidays.
Finn: You know it! *hangs up*
Ben: That was another-
Sammy: Don’t count that! Finn didn’t comment on it either way!
Ben: I’ll mark it as Switzerland. Another call?
Sammy: You bet your ass another call. Y-you pick a line!
Ben: Uh, line 3! Good evening and Wel-
Herschel: *low sounds of a boat motor and crickets* You two goofy sons of (censored) hung up on me last time I called! When I get my dick-beaters on ya, it’ll be hell to pay!
Ben: Uh, we...must’ve been having...phone difficulties, Herschel. We would never. Did you call during the Electrolocaust?
Herschel: I called two damn week ago, Ben Arnold! Don’t you “Electrolocaust” me. Gotta wake up pretty damn early in the morning to scoot one past Herschel F. Baumgartner.
Sammy: Herschel, we are so sorry the phones were malfunctioning last time you called. Are you on tonight to talk about Santa’s appearance and possible living in King Falls?
Herschel: Santa who? Santa Livingston? Haven’t heard from that son of a (censored) since the Beaches of Normandy...
Sammy: Santa Claus, Herschel...
Herschel: No, I ain’t here to talk about no Sante Claus. You two need to grow the (censored) up.
Ben: What’s on your mind, Herschel?
Herschel: Don’t rush me! You two-toned pecker sniff! I’ll get to it when I get to it.
Sammy: Herschel, do you think -
Herschel: Mother (censored)! I had it before you opened your damn trap! I’ll ring you later when I can think of it, and you better not hang up on me again!
Sammy: You do that, Herschel... if we don’t hear back from you before then, have a Merry Christmas.
Herschel: You two goin’ somewhere?
Ben: It’s our Christmas Break! But we’ll be back live on New Years Day.
Herschel: You know what my generation called “breaks”?
Sammy: *under his breath* They weren’t just breaks?
Herschel: They called it being (censored) dead because that’s the only break you get in life. You freeloading radio commies! Enjoy your break or vaycay or whatever you pansy bastards call it.
Ben: Happy Holidays to you too, Herschel!
Herschel: I didn’t kill Hitler to say Happy (censored) Holidays... :*mutters under breath* *hangs up*
Sammy: Ladies and gentlemen, Ben and I are talking about the appearance of Santa here in King Falls earlier today. I was told from the jolly one himself that he enjoys staying in The Falls when he isn’t in the busy season. Ben says otherwise...
Ben: Have you or anyone you know ran into this phony Santa saying he’s squatting here? If you have, give us a call *coughing* Operation King Falls Kringle.
Sammy: I knew you were up to something!
Ben: Please. You’re paranoid because you’re losing. Line 2, this is King Falls AM.
Troy: Hey, fellas, Merry Christmas! Or Happy Hanukkah if that’s the way your dreidel spins. Or h-have a good Kwanzaa, etc and so on.
Sammy: Merry Christmas, Troy.
Ben: Are you not supposed to be calling us on duty?
Troy: I’m on break, Ben! Damn it all! Don’t start! I’m calling to tell you something important.
Ben: This again? You’re a broken record. BYE, TROY.
Sammy: Don’t... let him speak.
Ben: Tsk. Whatever.
Troy: Thanks, Sammy...and right off the bat I wanna tell you I believe you saw what you say you saw.
Ben: Troy! Come on! You know the drill!
Troy: I’m not saying he was or he wasn’t. I’m just saying, if you saw him... I believe ya. Maybe a man just wants to lay low, far away from the spotlight. I mean, King Falls is a heck of a town to retire to.
Sammy: Mark that down, Ben.
Ben: He’s only saying it just to spite me.
Troy: That ain’t close to true and you know it, Ben Arnold. w, if you’ll permit me... I’ve got a gift for ya.
Ben: If this is your friendship, I hope you kept the receipt.
Troy: It’s actually not that. Though, it’s ripe for the picking whenever you want it, Ben.
Ben: Ha, don’t hold your breath...
Sammy: *sighs* Come on. Do you wanna bring it by the station, Troy?
Ben: DON’T!
Troy: Well the problem is I bought it online and I’m having it shipped here and well...seems it’s gonna be a little late.
Ben: *laughs condescendingly* Of course it is. Can’t even get a Christmas present right, Troy. Just give it up!
Troy: We were best buds growing up and... I ain’t givin up on that. Or you. I mean, you’ll see. You and me, we’ll be back where we started just as sure as you can say “pickled pie piper”
Ben: NEXT CALLER.
Troy: That’ll work, too! Well, I’ll quit yackin and make like a shepherd and get the flock outta here.
Sammy: Take care, Troy. Merry Christmas to you and yours, buddy.
Ben: Bye, already!
Troy: Catch ya later, future buddy.
Ben: We have time for one or two more before break. Ya wanna keep going or give it up?
Sammy: By my count, we are tied.
Ben: Glutton for punishment...you call it.
Sammy: I’m gonna go back to Lucky Line 1. Happy Holidays! You’re on King Falls AM.
Caller: *Heavily Elvis Presley sounding* Hey, man, uh - I wanna talk about this Chris Kringle business.
Sammy: We’re all ears, sir. Have you seen him around town or am I just being fooled by a factitious St.Nick?
Caller/Probably Elvis: The way I see it, uh -
Ben: Uh, who are we speaking with?
Caller/Elvis: That don’t matter none.
Ben: Right. Uh, w-what were you saying, sir?
Caller/Elvis: I just think that a man wants to lie low in a place where he’s not gonna get bothered or pestered or recognized than good for him. Maybe life got too stressful or he didn’t wanna buy a Cadi for everyone that he met.... Hell, maybe he followed the love of his life to a small Podunk crazy haunted town. Maybe it’s cause he found out Rose makes the greatest peanut butter banana sammich you ever laid eyes on.
Sammy: Are... we still talking about Santa Claus, sir?
Caller/Elvis: Of course!
Sammy: Okay, it just seemed like maybe we were talking about someone else for a second. Like yourself...
Caller/Elvis: ♪Don’t be cruel♪ Sammy. I’m just a teddy bear. A teddy bear with nothin to hide. I say if Ol’ St. Nick wants to hang out in this spooky place then so be it. We can’t have ♪suspicious minds!♪ about it. Just let it be.
Ben: Sir, I-I don’t wanna make this about you, but you sound a lot like the King of Rock and I -
Caller/Elvis: Yeah! ♪Little less conversation♪ Ben! *hangs up*
Sammy: I’m just gonna say... I think that guy knows that he’s talking about, Ben.
Ben: Still doesn’t mean anything!
Sammy: Why are you fighting me so hard one this, Ben?!
Ben: Okay... I’m not saying you’re right...
Sammy: But I’m right...
Ben: But! But! If somebody as important as Santa Claus was to have a vacation home or hide away spot in King Falls - and he doesn’t!
Sammy: And he does...
Ben: But...maybe it’s for a reason. Like a specific reason. Like maybe he doesn’t wanna be bothered with a bag of mail everyday. An email address overflowing with wants and needs. Non-union worker issues. Maybe the wife wants a place to escape the hustle and bustle of the great white north a few times a year without TMZ knocking on the door. If that were the case, and I-I don’t think it would be fair to call attention to that.
Sammy: If that were the case...
Ben: Right! If that were the case. Now, I do not think that’s the case at all. I think this is the case of... mistaken identity. Or maybe you were tricked by a chubby merrier than thou prankster who was too friendly to not keep up appearances. But I don’t think you really saw the real deal here...and he certainly wouldn’t live in King Falls for a few weeks every year if you did see him.
Sammy: Huh. Maybe...Maybe I was mistaken...
Ben: It...it could’ve been anybody.
Sammy: I think you’re on to somethin, Ben. I think I was, uh... huh. I think I was mislead.
(Holiday music starts playing)
Ben: *laughs* Maybe so!
Sammy: Hmm, well... Okay, then.
Ben: We good?
Sammy: Yeah, I think we’re good! So I hear we got a hell of a show lined up for tonight, is that right?
Ben: Oh! You better believe it, buddy! Right after the break!
(Sleigh-bells and Santa in background) Ho-ho-ho!
Sammy: Sorry about that, folks! Somebody must owe Chet some money. Ladies and gentlemen, thanks for hanging out with us this chilly winter’s night. We’re just getting started here, but we’re gonna take a quick break to pay some bills. If we don’t hear from you before then, Merry Christmas to you and yours from King Falls AM.
(Sleigh-bells and Santa in background) Merry Christmas!
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