FIRST: A Reading from The Gospel According to Tuna:
Now, you can't go camping with Tiny Tuna without a large number of marshmallows to roast. Much like the three bears, we all prefer them to a different degree of done-ness. I personally, like the incinerated marshmallow. Gram Tuna likes hers in between...not ashen, but a healthy dark brown. Tiny Tuna has a phobia of burned things, so her marshmallows are barely warmed. So, we sit around the campfire roasting marshmallows. I have the best view of the mallows and the fire, so it's my job to alert others as to their impending flamatory doom. When a marshmallow catches on fire, I yell "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" and they are rescued. Tiny Tuna, always wanting to be helpful, decides to join in. However, at the next marshmallow flambe, she yelled "FIRE THE HO!" After several minutes of hysterics (and Tiny Tuna asking "what's so funny??"), we wiped the tears from our eyes and started roasting another batch.
And now I bring you.......
A S'mores nativity set.
Sweet Baby Jesus on a Graham Cracker. I guess we can just forget the gold, frankincense and myrrh. I don't suppose TinyTuna shouting Fire The Ho here would be particularly appropriate, but THIS has to be the funniest damn thing I've ever seen.
I want one.