The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for February 12, 2013

he’s no worse than some of the regular forecasters.

Love that screen at the top with the panicky viewer.

Little’s meteorlogical concepts are a bit foggy.

Mist again.

Didn’t last very long as an air traffic controller either.

Doesn’t really matter what they say, they’re never right anyway.

He could get a job at the Colonel’s filling barrels, but it’s across the road.

Quit your squawking and start walking.

I think he fits in quite well with TWC’s approach to programming.

I notice there are an increasing number of young chicks doing the weather these days. You don’t hear a peep against them. Fresh out of the egg, so to speak. Practically freshly … hatched.

Chicken Little is the only weathercaster any more. They all predict doom and gloom and every event becomes the storm of the century.

The weather and the economy will both do as they please. Pay no attention to the man behind the screen.

Sorry, Lil’ Chik, but you just can’t compete against the Nude Weather Girl!

They got tired of nothing but fowl weather forecasts.

Chicken Little may not have lasted at TWC but her philosophy lives on, and on, and on.

They are going to have to debrief him.

Jerk Chicken

The line should have been:" It’s called fog, ya bird brain"

What is a chicken?What has she got?If not herself, then she has naught.To cluck the things She truly feelsAnd not the sqwawks of one who kneelsThe record showedI crossed the roadAnd did it my way.

he’d be great on a farm as a munure spreader

Chicken Little had it wrongTHE GROUND is RISING!!! THE GROUND is RISING!!!!!!!

Would have been funnier if the station had been KFC.

His career as lunch was excellent but brief too.

Take Chicken Little and make him into jerked chicken.

His career actually ended during lunch break.