Turkeys, turkeys everywhere. Springfield is full of turkeys, ready to cook them, all in different ways. Join Springfielders in this contest to find the best cook right after the jump for the complete walkthrough of the main questline of the Thanksgiving 2015 event!
The questline starts automatically once you login, and sets the peace with the event: it’s all about the Turkey!
Lisa! A scary tiny dinosaur has escaped from the Springfield Jurassic Funstation.
I’ve told you a million times, Dad, “The Jurassic Funstation” is something you made up entirely in your head.
You’re the one who told me that dinosaurs are feathered, scaly bipeds. So what’s that?
Task: Tap Turkey
Aah! It turned into a drumstick.
It’s the latest fantastic breakthrough from Monsarno labs! A turkey that turns itself into edible parts.
Like all our riskiest genetic modifications, it immediately escaped into the wild.
It’s an environmental catastrophe! What if they breed with wild turkeys?
… problem solved.
Turkey Talk Too
Whoa, Dad, you pulled out the deep fryer. Did the doctor warn you that your arteries might be de-plaquing?
Deep-frying is the best way to cook turkey. And potatoes. And twinkies.
In fact, it’s the best way to cook everything but pork chops.
There is no wrong way to cook pork chops.
Task: Make Homer Deep Fry and Eat Turkey
Location: Simpson House
Mmm, deep fried deliciousness. The only way a turkey should be made.
No, you should bake it! God told us when he made Moses spend 40 years baking in the desert.
System Message: Everyone’s got turkey on the brain. Stuff yourself with Thanksgiving content!
Chief, we got a mob fighting downtown. Seems they’re arguing over the best way to cook a Thanksgiving turkey.
I have strong opinions about that! Let’s go join in!
No, no, we’re the police. We’re supposed to stop mob fights.
You’re just saying that because your turkey recipe sucks.
You don’t even know my recipe. I have a great recipe!
That’s it. Police mob fight.
Task: Make Springfield Adults Angrily Debate Turkey Prep [x4]
Location: Simpson House
Fellow citizens, we cannot let an argument about turkey preparation tear our town apart.
We must save our energy for more important issues, like what are the best side dishes.
Yes, that’s a good one. We shall determine the best turkey recipe with a fair contest — the Springfield Fowl Face-Off. Everyone will submit a turkey sample for judging.
But who’s going to be the judge?
Good question. We need someone independent, wise, hungry, and married.
So that he’s stopped caring how fat he looks.
Task: Make Fatsos Apply to Judge the Turkey Contest [x3]
Location: Town Hall, Brown House or Simpson House
Characters: Homer, Comic Book Guy, Wiggum, Luigi, Chalmers, Judge Snyder, Dr. Hibbert, Bumblebee Man, The Rich Texan
After reviewing hundreds of applications for a turkey contest judge, I’ve chosen the man I was going to choose anyway: Homer Simpson.
Homer, please don’t be the judge of this turkey-malurkey.
I had a dream where you were dying with two turkey drumsticks stuffed up your nose.
Only two? That does sound bad.
And os the event begins, 5 main parts, with jobs for both Homer and many other characters around town. The jobs for other Springfielders will be covered in a post soon. Stay tuned!
1 Turkey spawns every 20 minutes, the max your town can hold is 8. There is no bank holding extra Turkeys while the game waits for you to tap the ones already spawned. Every tapped Turkey gives you 1 Drumstick.
Gobble, Gobble, Toil and Trouble Pt. 1
My son, I couldn’t help overhearing. Judging this contest is a grave responsibility. I will send you on a vision quest to decide if this task is yours.
Great Tribal Chief, you are noble and true. Hand over the funky peyote and I will go on my trip… I mean “quest.”
The spirits of your ancestors will guide you. Meanwhile, I’ll have more time to work on my awesome smoked turkey recipe.
System Message: The Tribal Chief has returned to Springfield to distract you with a vision quest.
Task: Make Homer Go on a Vision Quest
Task: Gather Drumsticks [x20]
Gobble, Gobble, Toil and Trouble Pt. 2
Mmm, your smoked turkey is delicious, Tribal Chief. A definite contender.
Dad, you’ve already tasted the turkey, why are you eating all the rest of it?
Tribal Chief told me to.
Our people believe no part of the animal should go to waste.
Also, if he fills up on my turkey, maybe he won’t have room to eat and judge anyone else’s.
You don’t know much about my dad, do you?
Oh no! He’s choking on the wishbone. Someone save him!
No, Lisa. Our people believe that when your ancestors call you to the Great Beyond, a brave warrior should go willingly.
Also, if he dies after judging only my entry I win automatically.
Gobble, Gobble, Toil and Trouble Pt. 3
How do you lak my turkey, Your Honor?
It tastes like a hillbilly.
I soaks it in XXX white lightnin’ then cooks it in the barn so it absorbs the aroma of donkey and chicken making.
Cletus, get yer cookin’ stuff out of the barn. Where are the kids supposed to play, do their homework, and sleep?
The contest is going swimmingly, unlike one of my previous girlfriends. Turkeys are coming in from every Springfielder.
Then it’s time to get serious. Marge, let out my pants.
I let them out as much as I can. The sewing machine refuses to work when it sees me coming with your pants.
Then it’s time to visit the professionals.
Clear your palate, Judge. We have another truckload of Springfielder turkey incoming.
A truckload?! This simple dinner table doesn’t give me enough range to eat as much and as fast as I need.
However, I have come up with plans for a much more sophisticated device.
It’s a circle with little food scribbles on it…
It is a three hundred and sixty degree buffet that I sit inside.
I will have achieved man’s greatest dream: to have food coming at him from every direction.
Gobble, Gobble, Toil and Trouble Pt. 4
As a vegetarian, I cannot cook turkey, but I would like to submit this entry made of Kwik-E-Mart Brand Tofurkey.
Why, Apu? Indians don’t even celebrate Thanksgiving.
No, but we are incredibly competitive.
Also, I am desperate to promote Kwik-E-Mart Tofurkey, because no one on earth is buying it.
Fine, place it at position south by southwest on my buffet. That’s where the weird indie stuff goes.
I never thought I’d say this, but I only want to eat nine or ten more whole turkeys.
No time to wimp out now, Judge. Another container of turkeys is coming off the ship.
Ship?! I thought this was a Springfield competition.
Uh, there were some billionaire contributors to my campaign who demanded a chance to win.
Fret not, Homer. I have an invention that will increase your already impressive rate of gobbling by 200%.
I call it the Turkey Stuffer*. The * indicates that it is not a device for placing stuffing into turkeys, but rather for stuffing turkeys into a human being.
Like all true science, it is an utter abomination against God’s order.
Gobble, Gobble, Toil and Trouble Pt. 5
Homer, it’s time for you to pick the winner of the first and hopefully last ever Springfield Turkey Contest!
He’s asleep. He’s eaten so much tryptophan he’ll probably be out for a month.
If the judge can’t decide, the winner is the tribal chief who had his turkey eaten first. That’s me!
I don’t recall that rule. But I hate recalls.
So, like all Springfield contests, the prize goes to the person who cheated hardest.
System Message: Congratulations on completing Gobble, Gobble, Toil and Trouble! But the story doesn’t end here. Check out how King-Size Homer deals with his new girth.
Many great prizes were gifted to us by EA, but one also has a questline: King-Size Homer!
Hey, look at me! I’m enormous!
The jiggling fat is mesmerizing.
This is terrible, Homie. Can you even move yourself around?
Not without a lot of effort. And effort is the one thing the fat man avoids.
Like every great person of girth, I will preserve my dignity by riding around on a tiny scooter.
Task: Make King-Size Homer Ride Around Town
Smithers, please tell me that lard-filled balloon I just saw riding around town doesn’t work for me.
I’m afraid so, sir. Homer Simpson.
I won’t have fatties around the plant. They always turn out to be wise-offs or union men.
It’s against labor regulations to fire a man because he’s overweight.
I suppose it’s against labor regulations to drop him through my trap door.
No, but I don’t think he’d fit.
Damn it, Smithers, you’re the one who told me to save money by going for the medium diameter trap door!
I guess we’ll just have to let him work from home.
System Message: Get Homer’s Work From Home Station so he can do work without putting his pants on!
The Fat and the Futilest Pt. 2
Task: Make King-Size Homer Let it All Hang Out at the Beach
Location: Beach or River
Hey everyone, check out the white whale that beached itself!
It’s so sad and ugly. Grab it’s flesh bags and roll it into the water.
I’m not a white whale, I’m a lightly tanned fatso! Don’t treat me like an animal.
Like an animal is also how we treat fat people.
The Fat and the Futilest Pt. 3
Homer, this is ridiculous. Your mass is so large you have two small moons orbiting you.
Marge, that’s offensive fat-shaming.
It’s not my fault that God made me a man who chose to get gigantic so he could work from home.
I’m going to find a fat support group on the internet.
No matter how crazy your ideas are, there’s always 200 people online who’ll agree with you.
Task: Make King-Size Homer Chat Online with a Fat Support Group
Location: Java Server or Simpson House
The Fat and the Futilest Pt. 4
Marge, my dinner! Something happened to it. Something awful!
I made you a salad.
But I’m a growing boy! I put on over fifty pounds just today.
I’m going to the place where they support and love the chronically obese: Krusty Burger.
You were banned from Krusty Burger because the sight of you was scaring other diners into wanting to eat healthier.
Also, you couldn’t fit through the door.
They foiled me with their normal-sized doors. But they can’t keep me out of the drive-thru.
Task: Reach Level 7 and Build Krusty Burger
Task: Make King-Size Homer Walk Through Drive-Thru
Location: Krusty Burger
The Fat and the Futilest Pt. 5
Homer, I’ve been hoping you’ll come to your senses and lose some weight, but it just isn’t happening.
So I have no choice but to use extremely wifely measures.
If you mean you’re going to deny me sex, when I’m this fat that’s a little redundant.
I’m going to nag you.
The ultimate weapon!
Well, do your worst.
Task: Reach Level 15 and Build Moe’s Tavern
Task: Make Marge Nag Homer About His Weight
Location: Simpson House
Task: Make Homer Get Whipped into Shape
Requires: Mr. Burns
On November 23rd at 8am GMT, a quick dialogue will promote the premium item Piggly’s Super Smorg, that unlocks Mrs. Bouvier, Marge’s mother.
Mrs. Bouvier Raccomandation
Mom?! What are you doing in my kitchen?
Everyone is making turkey. I wanted to share my recipe with my family.
It’s two in the morning. How did you even get in?
I’ve had a key made to every place you’ve ever lived. While you sleep, I lurk.
System Message: Here’s your chance to bring the whole family together. Jacqueline Bouvier is in the store!
A small quest will also start on November 26th, Thanksgiving Day, but we’re going to show it on that day! Join us later for more info on this event, happy tapping!