Each Easter Sunday, the ancient tradition is carried on. The Easter Bunny rises from his crypt, hitches up the reindeer to the Bunnymobile (really just an old sleigh bought at a flea market in New Hampshire) and flies to the Zenish monastery. Landing on the broad, green expanse of the front lawn, Big B (as the Easter Bunny likes to be called), hops out of the sleigh and sets to work. Carrying a giant, heavy sack over his shoulder, the Easter Bunny bounces around the monastery grounds and hides fried terducken wherever he can. When this is done, Big B climbs back on to the Bunnymobile, and, shouting, "Fly away, fly away all!" lifts off into the air, leaving nothing but the smell of sweaty reindeer in his wake.

Later, wired on caffeine and jelly bird eggs and armed to the teeth, all the monks and monks in training run throughout the area, shooting at anything that remotely resembles a terducken. There's no need to actually shoot the terducken, since they're already quite dead, but the monks enjoy firing their pistols and rifles. After a while, all the terducken, or what's left of it after being hit by numerous rounds from high powered firearms, is collected and feasted upon, washed down by bathtub gin, and a happy Easter is enjoyed by all.