User blog:Narwhal Ball/Steamed Hams But Its a BFDI x Inanimate Insanity Crossover

Guys
Tennis Ball as Principal Skinner. Baseball as Superintendent Chalmers. Golf Ball as Skinner's Mother.

Script
Baseball: Well, Tennis Ball, I made it- despite your directions. Tennis Ball: Ah. Baseball. Welcome. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon. Baseball: Yeah. Tennis Ball: Oh no! My roast is ruined. But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Oh ho ho ho, Delightfully devilish, TB. Baseball: Ah. Tennis Ball with his crazy explanations, Baseball's gonna need his medication, When he hears TB's lame exaggerations, There'll be trouble in town tonight! Baseball: Tennis Ball! Tennis Ball: Baseball, I was just- uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me? Baseball: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Tennis Ball? Tennis Ball: Uh, Oh. That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmm. Steamed clams. Tennis Ball: Whew. Tennis Ball: Baseball, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering steaks. Baseball: I thought we were having steamed clams. Oh, no. I said steamed hams. That's what I call steaks. Baseball: You call steaks steamed hams? Yes. It's a regional dialect. Baseball: Uh-huh. Uh, what region? Uh, The Object Islands. Baseball: Really. Well, I'm from Inanimate Island, and I've never heard anyone use the phrase "steamed hams." Tennis Ball: Oh, not in Inanimate Island. No. It's a Goiky expression. Baseball: I see. Baseball: You know, these steaks are quite similar to the ones they have at Gelatin's Steakhouse. Tennis Ball: Oh ho ho ho no. Patented TB's steaks. Old family recipe. Baseball: For steamed hams. Tennis Ball: Yes. Baseball: Yes. And you call them steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled. Tennis Ball: Ye, You know, the, One thing I should, Excuse me for one second. Baseball: Of course. Tennis Ball: Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped. Baseball: Yes. I should be- Good Lord! What is happening in there? Tennis Ball: Aurora borealis. Baseball: Ah, Aurora borealis... at this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within your kitchen? Tennis Ball: Yes. Baseball: May I see it? Tennis Ball: No. Golf Ball: TB! The house is on fire! Tennis Ball: No, Golf Ball. It's just the northern lights. Baseball: Well, TB, you are an odd fellow, but I must say, you steam a good ham. Golf Ball: Help! Help!
 * Play Skinner and the Superintendent song but it's Tennis Ball and Baseball.*
 * End Skinner and the Superintendent song but it's Tennis Ball and Baseball.*