All hell breaks loose when the Zambonies family meets the Focker family for the first time. As time went on, hell was being thought of as a nice place.
It was a dark and stormy knight. Off in the distance Grannie Focker could be herd cursing the night, day and the lack of a forest to sell. Whoa is me, the *^$%*ards, won't give it back. Perhaps I must yell and curse louder, she thinks. Feeling frustrated she throws shoes at the John.
BTW - this story has a cast of 10's perhaps 15's. Supporting casts and walk-on's are to numerous to mention. Credits should be given, but won't.
We pick up the story at episode 7 after many exciting, and memorable scenes.
Grannie Focker is on a bender, in the past episod'e, you will remember she was akosted by a flock of deputies while guarding the gate at her favorite watering hole. She tole them it was her hole but they didn't seem to believe her. Damn, don't they know royalty when they see it. But then, perhaps she was not showing enough of it. Its hard to tell these days as to how much to show off. Course you get no respect when you are a Focker. Shazam, thinks Grannie.
I can brow beat my youngan into giving me my water hole back. Those were the days, thinks I. My hole was not sewed up. Butt, A-LAss.... tis. We would romp the hills and valleys of the vast.... or half vast woodlands of our forefathers. or were they mothers? Where have all the men gone, anyway.
Some seem to have stayed with the fockers only a short while and moved someplace else. Grannie would say, "them fockers were just not of our class". But, it seems, class was let out early.
Thus closed chapter 7 of the "meat the folkers" series. Tomorrow is another era.
Coming soon, hear grannie say " Them folkers are a wiley bunch, now where are any of them when the plumbing is bust. Hell, kud it bee I run um off??? Don't they know the Boy Scouts,,nah, the Socker Moms..... no that ain't it either... its a boys club though, the Mormans, the Nights of the something. They vowed to take care of me. ... Wheres my John???
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