Where My Hat is At?

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Everyone loves the Homestar Runner. He is a terrific athlete. On the day of the Big Game, the Homestar Runner lost his hat. Without it, he wouldn't be allowed to play. It wasn't under the couch. Or on top of the teleset. "Where is my hat at?" It wasn't in the pool. Or cooking on the grill. "Where is my hat at?" It wasn't in the postbox. Or under the auto. "Where is my hat at?" Pom-Pom hadn't seen it. Neither had Coach Zee. Bubs from the concession stand hadn't seen it. "If you can't find your hat, you're not allowed to play in today's Big Game," said the umpire. "Looks like I won't be able to play then," the Homestar Runner said reluctantly. The Homestar Runner walks home. "I could go for a few cold ones right about now," said the Homestar Runner. So he opened the icebox to grab a couple. When he opened the icebox, he noticed something strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "There is my hat at!" Between the milk and the cold ones was his hat. So, he grabbed his hat and a couple cold ones and ran to the Big Game. He got there just in time to score the winning run. "Where did you find your hat?" asked Coach Zee. "Between the milk and the cold ones." THE END