It’s the season of giving thanks, and the goblins are determined to impress the dragon with a grand traditional meal—except they’ve mixed up “tur‑Kay” and “‑obblers” and confidently concluded the feast must involve Cobblers. So off they sprint to the local shoe store, proudly dragging along a pair of very confused, very trussed‑up human cobblers they’ve mistaken for the main course.
Armed with terrible assumptions, festive enthusiasm, and absolutely no understanding of cuisine, the goblins prepare their offering. Will the dragon appreciate the gesture, or will the goblins discover that dragons prefer their meals flame‑broiled rather than screaming? Either way, shoes will fly, ropes will snap, and at least one goblin will get kicked across the camp.