But first, grown-ups, we need your help to finish Season 8, as you may know.
In return for your tax-deductible donation, we are offering videos from podcast hosts and other cool perks, like improvised songs, for a limited time.
You can get videos from me or Peter, Niminy, Megan, Rollo, Eric, or Smitty, and surprise!
Only during Thanksgiving weekend, you can get a video from DJ Squirmalot.
That's right, the world's most famous DJ, who also happens to be a Wyrm.
We'll make a personalized video to whoever in your life is just dying for a video from DJ Squirmalot.
It could be a holiday gift, a birthday gift, a just-because gift.
It's really exciting.
DJ Squirmalot agreed to do this for us.
His time is really limited, so you have to order by Monday after Thanksgiving.
Quantity is limited.
Go to storypirates.com slash support now. to get your DJ Squirmalot video in case we sell out even earlier than Monday.
And now a Thanksgiving mixtape from DJ Squirmalot himself coming up right after a few more words for the grown-ups worm a lot.
The world's greatest DJ who also happens to be a worm.
And it's my favorite time of year.
Thanksgiving!
You know, normally for Thanksgiving I have family over to the old homestead.
We cook a big meal and enjoy each other's company.
But this year, I've decided to do something different.
I'm treating the whole world to a trip.
And we're not just going anywhere.
Nope.
We're escaping the cold by going somewhere warm and sunny.
Somewhere we can sit on the beach and lay by the pool and sip frozen dirt drinks.
We're going to Miami.
That's why I'm coming to you today from a plane.
From row 37, seat B. That's right.
I'm already in my seat, ready for takeoff.
The rest of the fam is meeting me in Miami, so I'm just planning to put on my sunglasses, recline my seat all the way and snooze all the way to Miami.
Ah, talk about a relaxing time.
Hello, passengers, and welcome to One Night at Airlines Flight 37 to Miami.
We're so happy to have you aboard.
Please sit back and relax as we prepare the cabin for takeoff.
Hmm.
That flight attendant on the intercom sounds a little familiar.
Could it be?
Nah.
Come on, DJ Squirmalot.
You really need to relax.
Attention, passengers.
This is your flight attendant.
We're currently sixth in line for takeoff, so please keep your seat belts fastened.
Thank you.
Sixth in line?
That's a lot of planes in front of us.
I hope we're not too delayed.
Attention, passengers.
We are now 15th in line for takeoff.
Sorry.
15th?
How did nine more planes get in front of us?
Okay, just...
Try to relax, DJ Squirmalot.
This is the beginning of a relaxing vacation, and no one can take that away from you.
Not even that flight attendant who sounds vaguely familiar.
Hello, passengers.
We're sorry about the increased delay.
To make it up to you, I've decided to sing a little song.
This is one that I wrote myself.
Here it goes.
Ahem.
Yeah!
Oh, oh, oh, we're flying on a plane.
And I'm your flight attendant.
Oh, oh, oh, we're flying on a plane.
Oh, oh, yeah, we're flying on a plane.
You have got to be kidding me.
Oh, oh, yeah, we're flying on a plane, flying on a plane, flying on a plane, plane, plane, plane.
Yeah, we're flying on a...
And that's it.
That's the whole song.
It's a work in progress.
Anyway, just a little update.
We're now 24th in line for takeoff.
What?
We apologize for the delay.
I'll be coming through the cabin with some complimentary snacks and beverages for your enjoyment.
Well, that's something at least.
Excuse me, sir.
Would you like a beverage?
DJ Squirmalot, what are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
This is my job.
You're trying to tell me that when you're not making the Story Pirates podcast, you're a flight attendant on a worm airline.
Uh, yeah.
Gotta pay the bills somehow.
And besides, I'm really good at being a flight attendant.
Do you like my song?
Your song?
Yeah, the song I just sang for everybody over the intercoms.
Did you like it?
Did I... like... it?
Yeah.
Did you?
I'll just have a bottle of water, please.
Oh, right, your beverage.
Here you go.
Thank you, Lee.
I'll have a snack, too.
Do you have any dirt?
Ooh, sorry.
We're all out of dirt.
How is a worm airline out of dirt?
Um, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to lower your voice...
As a representative of Wormknighted Airlines, I must inform you that if you continue to speak to me like that, I will have to send this plane back to the gate.
No, no, no, no.
Don't do that.
Don't do that.
I'm sorry.
I'll keep it cool, calm, and respectfully.
Don't you worry about that.
Okay.
Thank you.
Now, I better get back to the front of the plane.
Looks like we're close to taking off.
Woohoo!
I mean, woohoo!
See you later.
DJ Squirmalot, this flight is really something, but at least things can't get any worse.
Attention passengers this is your captain, peter speaking, but don't worry, we're in line for takeoff and there's only a few planes ahead of us.
Let me count real quick.
Um Okay, never mind.
That's 178 planes.
Get cozy.
We're going to be here a while.
Oh, gosh.
I got mail on the controls.
Does anyone know how to... You know what?
Listeners, why don't we go ahead and hear today's first song while we wait?
From an eight-year-old in New York named Jethro here's Traffic A Nightmare.
Seven decades, five years, three seasons, one month, two weeks, four days, nine hours, 52 minutes 28 seconds and six hours 27 milliseconds.
Two centuries, seven decades, five years, three seasons, one month, two weeks, four days, nine hours, 52 minutes 28 seconds and six hours 27 milliseconds.
There were two kids who were stuck in traffic for what seemed like ever.
They each got to order a pizza and eat the whole That's two pizzas.
They walked a mile, then a mile back.
Took a 25-hour nap.
They brushed their teeth and trimmed their nails, but they barely moved at all.
They were stuck for two centuries, seven decades, five years, three seasons, one month, two weeks, four days, nine hours, 52 minutes 28 seconds and 627 milliseconds.
They were going to the ice cream.
Welcome back to the Story Pirates Thanksgiving Mixtape 2025!
J squirm a lot.
I squirm squirming.
And I finally have some good news.
Our plane took off.
We're officially flying the friendly skies on our way to Miami.
At last, I can relax.
Attention passengers, this is your flight attendant speaking.
Here we go again.
I was so...
I'm so happy to hear such a positive response from all of you passengers about my song.
Excuse me?
In fact, I got such a positive response that I've decided to sing it for you again!
Please.
No.
Please!
Doo doo doo doo doo!
Flying on a plane, we're flying on a plane.
It's a little different this time, because I can't remember how it goes.
Flying on a plane, we're flying on a plane.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Me, I'm the flight attendant, and I sing songs on the intercom.
Yeah.
Finally, it's over.
And that's the end of the first verse.
Here's the second verse.
Do, do, do, do, do.
Yeah.
Flying on a plane, I'm flying on a plane.
It's pretty similar to the first verse.
Flying on a plane.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
How long is this slide exactly?
And that's the end of the second verse.
It's a short one.
Now, before I get off this darned intercom and leave you all alone, I do have one more announcement to make.
Oh, boy.
We have a certain celebrity on today's flight, and I just wanted to give them a little shout-out.
You don't say.
I wonder who it could be.
It's the world's greatest DJ who also happens to be a worm, DJ Squirmalot.
Give him a round of applause, everybody.
Huh?
Me?
Why I'm so fly know that a shout-out over a plane's intercom is the greatest accomplishment a DJ could ever ask for.
I've been waiting my whole life for this!
Thanks for flying with us, DJ Squirmalot.
I really mean that.
Now, I'll be dimming the cabin lights so that you can all rest and relax for the rest of the flight.
Am I dreaming?
This is heaven listeners to enjoy the next song on today's mixtape from laney, a nine-year-old in wisconsin.
Here's how do you scare a mermaid?
Today is the day i will scare a mermaid.
Today is the day i will scare a mermaid away to the place where the salt water sprays.
I'm getting ready to scare a mermaid.
Oh hey, i did Wait.
I've reached the ocean.
Now I can finally scare a mermaid.
And when I'm done, I'll have all I need to make the most exciting story ever.
Such a story you just can't put down.
And I'll tell it sun up to sundown.
Rich and famous, I'm well on my way.
Because today is the day I will scare a mermaid.
Wait!
How do I even get a mermaid to talk to me?
I know.
I will ask nicely.
Mermaid, show yourself.
Mermaid, show yourself.
Mermaid, show yourself.
All right, all right.
Chill out.
I know why you're here.
I see it in your eyes.
You came to scare me, but you shouldn't even try.
There's not a thing that scares a mermaid.
Here's why.
Mermaids are awesome.
Not even the dark?
No.
Ever hear of nighttime?
We don't have lights down here.
What about Bigfoot?
Bigfoot's my second cousin on my mother's side.
Drowning.
Is that a joke, you?
There's one thing that i am really afraid of, and it's when a story ends.
Oh, it makes me shiver.
The story's finished.
I quiver head to liver.
I cry in your river when stories conclude, because it's a little bit scary and a lot a bit rude.
So today you won't scare this mermaid, not today, you won't scare this mermaid.
Came all this way to where the salt water sprays but to make me afraid you ain't got where to take.
No, today i'm gonna scare this mermaid, I'm gonna scare you, mermaid.
I came all this way to where the salt water sprays, and you're gonna see that I got what it takes.
Listen, buddy, I'm only scared of the end of a story.
Literally, the words, the end.
The only person that can say the words, the end, is a... Narrator?
Yeah, a narrator.
How did you know that?
Well, because I'm a narrator.
No.
Yeah, for real?
Here's my badge.
Oh, it looks so cute, like a little book.
Uh, mermaid?
No.
The end!
Oh, geez, Louise, you scared the seashells out of me.
We'll be right back after a few words for the grown-ups.
Hey, grown-ups, Lee here.
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Are you kidding me?
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Story Pirate.
All right, kids, settle down, settle down.
Today we have two new students and their sisters.
Would you girls like to come up and introduce yourselves to the class?
Whatever.
That girl's my sister.
And she's my sister.
Her name is Weird.
And her name is Weirder.
We are so wacky.
We put our clothes on backy words.
And we like taking turns.
Talking, making up new words.
Gibber, gibber-ish.
Goo-goo, meeny, gah-gah-lish.
Ah-woo-shee, wah-shee, swish.
Coo-coo in a cabal kiss.
A-run, a-rosie.
No coochie, toochie, toesies.
Ah!
Hep-sib-way, waffy-woo.
Waffy-wed-foo, yaggy-hoo.
Weird sisters.
Oh, yeah, we some weird sisters.
Weird sisters.
We're born from the same misters.
Well, that certainly was an introduction.
Didn't understand a word of it with all the gibberish.
That's the point.
You guys are a bunch of weirdos.
Thank you.
That wasn't a compliment.
I'm a bully.
You can't pick on us because we're fabulous because baby, we don't care.
We like the way we are, because we set the bar and because girls like us are rare.
Hey, you over there with your hand in the air.
You got a question you want to share.
I'm julie and i want to be like you, but i guess i'm kind of scared.
I want to be wacky and put my clothes on back keywords.
I wanna to be picked on if I act this way.
Here's an idea.
Why not stop caring what people say?
Weird sisters.
Oh yeah, we some weird sisters.
Weird sisters.
We're born from the same mister.
Weird sisters.
Two California drifters.
Weird sisters.
We're weird and that's okay.
We're weird sisters.
This backward pants thing is pretty stylish.
We know.
And how about this?
I feel ridiculous.
The only thing ridiculous is how good your gibberish is.
Really?
Yeah.
Weird Sisters.
Oh yeah, we some Weird Sisters.
We're three weirdos and you can be weird too.
Hey, you three weirdos are so weird.
This again.
You gals ready?
Let's do this.
We do not care.
Sorry, I'm still learning the, like, cool, weird laugh.
So, um, do you guys want to, like, come over?
My mom can make snacks or... Are snacks weird?
Are they like cool weird?
They don't have to.
We don't have to.
I you know.
I'm just so happy that I'm a part of this.
That last song was written by a nine-year-old from Missouri named Avelia, and it's called Weird Sisters.
Also, please fasten your seat belts.
The captain has begun our initial descent into Miami, and we'll be landing soon.
Huh?
What's that?
We're landing?
I must have slept through the whole flight.
This is great news.
Time to enjoy a Thanksgiving for the ages.
This is going to be incredible.
I'm so excited to be in Miami, Florida.
And we've landed.
Great job, Peter.
Passengers, welcome to Miami, Canada.
Excuse me, what?
Where the current temperature is 27 degrees.
Hope you brought your earmuffs.
And if you're continuing on to the second leg of our journey, we'll be taking off soon for the other, Miami.
Phew, that was a close one.
Miami, Alaska.
No!
My wormies.
While I figure out how to get out of this mess, why don't you check out the next track from our mixtape?
From Jesse, a six-year-old in Texas, he is Too Much Whip.
But the brownie was fine.
Brownie was chocolatey and it needed nothing more.
So then, why did my mom open wide the refrigerator door and she said it would be Clear skies.
But we're going to take a quick detour into this tower of whipped cream.
Hold on.
And my parents, yes, my parents told me this is quite enough.
But I must admit I've developed a hunger for this stuff.
So I said it would be better with whipped cream to win came down and washed away all trace of candy or desserts.
Birds and planes all flew away.
Neighbors got back to work and then my parents yes, my parents and also me all went to bed.
We didn't speak about the treat that messed with all our heads, but in my dreams i saw the brownie bear as when this all My parents told me this year for Thanksgiving.
Turns out I'm gonna have to have Thanksgiving dinner in an airport lounge with Lee and the rest of the airline crew.
I guess there are worse things.
I'm just grateful to all of you listeners for tuning in while I smash that space bar.
And speaking of that, here's another song from Mira, an 11-year-old in Tennessee, and it's called The Left.
But if you're lost, there are a few easy steps you can take.
First is to remember that the opposite of the right side of time is not the wrong side of time.
It's the left side of time.
Dig through the left side of time.
Run through the palace of rhyme.
Seeing the sight and lighting the light.
Smelling the sea in the pile of dirt.
Wind on your way.
Pick up a blue shirt, fly with the eagles and fly with the stars.
Two miles north and you hit Mars.
Left, left, left, left, left side of time.
Left, left, left, left, left side of time.
Left left left left, left side of smell like a cowboy and head on west singing the song of the challenger dress.
Go backwards and hit the palace of rise.
Now go through that hole in the left side of town.
Squirmy Wormies.
It's cold here in Canada, but we've got more of my mixtape to warm you up.
Right after a few words for the grown-ups.
Welcome back to Story Pirates Thanksgiving Mixtape.
I'm DJ Squirmalot, your host with the most.
Let's keep the fun going with...
From behind a seven-year-old in Ontario, here's the white color box.
There was an ant named Liza who saved her colony.
Liza was the best ant speller at Ant Academy.
There once was an ant named Liza and she saved her colony.
Pay attention to her story of spelling bravery.
Square box on the counter where they eat.
It smells so sweet, so sweet, so R-A-P.
Colony Liza was the best ant speller at ant academy.
There once was an ant named Liza who saved her colony, and this was Liza's story of dispelling bravery.
Welcome back to the Story.
Pirates Thanksgiving Mixtape 2025.
That was The Ant Who Saved Her Colony by nine-year-old Harper in Washington.
And now, sadly, we've reached the final song of today's mixtape.
But I want to wish all of you wormies a happy Thanksgiving wherever you are.
Whether it's Miami, Florida, Miami, Canada, or...
Miami, Alaska.
Have a great one and be grateful for all of your loved ones.
From Aditya, a five-year-old in Canada, here's Millions of Stars.
There was millions and millions of stars And each person was in it, And the planets were made And the people started growing.
Beyond the horizon, The comets took flight.
Inside, there was a knowing knowing.
