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Premise: 1847, The Donners are wintering in the Sierra Nevadas.
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| We better get this Donner Party started right! | |
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| I'll get the finger food. | |
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They head a family of sanguine prospectors, hankering for Riches.
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| Are you looking for the mother lode? | |
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| No, my wife, that is not my desire. I'm looking for Mother's LOBE. | |
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Dozens of characters will pass through the Donners in a gest of campiness.
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| Rather than digging through fire and briquettes, just defrost some of Adam's ribs. | |
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| Must gain Mother's ear. Must say I relished her. | |
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