Ah, Thanksgiving Dinner, you gather with friends and family, stuff yourself, and you tell the most horrible stories imaginable. Like Fanny Pack Frank, legend has it he's still out there today taking your pennies. What about the loose meat hobos that will clean your windshield and make you a sandwich without bread? But the scariest tale of them all is the story of Matt, who trusted Count Kreepyhead to name his baby.... and now he's DEAD!!!!