You know the one. He rolls in after the parade's over with his sunglasses still on indoors, sets a boombox on the counter right next to the sweet potatoes, and hits play before anyone can stop him. Nobody asked for the music. Five minutes later the whole kitchen is moving to it anyway, and somebody's aunt is swatting him away from the pie.
This is him in chunky pixel art, like he strutted straight off a game cartridge: a tom turkey in dark shades with a boombox up on his shoulder, gold music notes floating off the speakers, and a full fan of copper, rust and gold tail feathers. Underneath, JIVE TURKEY in copper title-screen lettering.
I made it for the guy who shows up with the music instead of a side dish, and for everybody who secretly hopes he's coming. Wear it to the table and let the bird do the strutting.
