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Thunderbird TB-572 Cookie Dropping Machine, Up to 150 Cookies Per Minute

3.8 out of 5 stars 14 customer reviews

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  • Up to 150 cookies per minute
  • Multiple Cookie Designs
  • Computerized Controls to Make the Ideal Cookie Shape
  • Runs on conveyor
  • Stainless Steel Exterior
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Product Description

Mass produce endless variety of different types of cookies with the touch of a button. Throw away the cookie cutters. Save time and energy by owning your own cookie dropping machine. An innovative, high-tech, easy to use digital control panel allows operators to mass produce cookie dough in different sizes, shapes and types. 220V, 60 Hz, Single Phase.

Product Information

Product Dimensions 59 x 34 x 54 inches
Item Weight 1,200 pounds
Shipping Weight 1,260 pounds
Manufacturer Thunderbird Incorporated
Item model number TB-572
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3.8 out of 5 stars 14 customer reviews

3.8 out of 5 stars
Date first available at Amazon.com April 18, 2013

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Brace yourself, I'm the ace with glaze
I'm a bustin out gingerbread in your face
In any case, yo, I'm frostin' like a steeplechase
MC pastry chefs: about face
Now step off, I need room for my bake-off
My custom made biscuits are crisp
Yours are soft
I think you're stuck with misery, you gonna be history
Yo, I planned it out just like a patisserie
Snicker-doodle back up, or come a clapper
I plan to trap a Master Chef and kidnap' em
Phony, so skip the torrone
You and your cronies need to stick to macaroni
And hard rolls, cause you just a rookie
When it was time for chef school you just eatin the cookie
Best of the batch, no man can catch up
Holes in your pate choux can't be patched, a battle's a mismatch,
I flip wafers like a acrobat
And I sugar coat like a diplomat
But when it's time for nut cracks, or def snacks
It's a thrill to run my food mill for spritzgebäcks
With my skill I'm the lord of the macaroon
And I be bakin' at a rapid pace way past noon

I'm droppin' 'em
Droppin' em
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When a great big extended family of cookie monsters moved in across the street from my bordello, I knew I couldn't stand for this. I'd had a cookie monster on my squad in 'Nam, and so I knew what I was in for: Thievery. These monsters will do anything to get their hands on more cookies. Like an addict for crack, like a baby for breastmilk, like the dog you were horrifically embarrassed by on numerous occasions for eating the feces of anything it came across.....Nothing will stop a cookie monster from getting his cookies. This meant, that one so called "Cookie" (note the capitalized "C") in the neighborhood would have been a problem. But there had to be at least a dozen. Some appeared very young, and some very old, and the ones in between had the battle scarred look and dead eyes I noticed on my squadmate shortly before I had to blast him for trying to steal from me in my sleep for the 3rd time. I had a few gold rings--one from my lovely wife, and a few family heirlooms that had all been on my fingers so long, that they'd been impossible to remove since long before the war had started. My eyes popped open, terrified awake by the feverish dreams of Viet Cong I'd had every night since arriving in Hanoi for another doomed effort to change strategies that didn't work out....

...And when my eyes opened, there he was, shirtless, bandana dripping with sweat and stained with dirt and blood tied tight around his forehead, like we all were nearly all the time in that hellhole...And a vacant expression on his face, hollowed out cheeks, where patches of blue fur had started coming out in handfuls. He was a mess.
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As a former distributor of icy treats from the back of a battered ice cream truck, I was often faced with wary or even hostile looks from the parents of the little kiddies who raced up to greet me. No matter how many times I practiced my "friendly smile" in the mirror, it's really hard not to look creepy when you throw open the doors of a decrepit, smoke-belching 50 year old ice cream truck. Still, I loved my work and was devastated when my business and home-on-wheels was finally beyond repair. Now I'm back to living with Mom again.

Gotta make a living, though. After a few "issues" with other employment opportunities, I reminded myself that my passion is working with kids. Now, true, my parole officer and the state of Florida don't see eye to eye with me on that one --- but you've got to follow your dream, right?

How I was ever lucky enough to stumble across this Thunderbird Cookie Dropping Machine on Amazon, I'll never know. Sure, it's pricy at $32,340 - but every entrepreneur requires a little seed money to make big things happen. Since Mom always seems doubtful of my business sense, I had to really push her to take out a second mortgage on her home in order to acquire this beauty. This time I'll show her that I've got what it takes.

My new T-Bird-572 is a concessionaires dream! It comes complete with small metal wheels, so I welded an old rusted trailer hitch to it and hooked it behind my '71 Ford Pinto - and off we went to make some magic. A quick stop at Walmart to pick up cookie-making supplies to dump into the hopper, and then on to my favorite neighborhoods.

I'll admit that things did get a bit hairy when I hit the interstate.
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General Mills: "Men, I know what you want to be doing today is flying Tomcats with Maverick and Iceman, blasting MiGs, but this isn't that kind of battle. Our mission is to carpet bomb this entire quadrant, so get into those Thunderbird TB-572s and fire up the engines."

Lieutenant Keebler: "General, what's our payload?"

General Mills: "Lieutenant, we'll be giving them all we've got: meringues, macaroons, chocolate chips and oatmeal raisins. Each of you will be dropping up to 150 cookie bombs every minute.

Then, after our first wave, the Kitchen Squadron will be mopping up the remnants of all resistance with the ultimate weapon: Snickerdoodles."

Captain Archway: "Sir, I thought the ultimate weapon would be Oreos."

General Mills: "Son, last time I checked, an Oreo was a sandwich cookie. Don't you know that kind of payload is strictly outlawed by the Confectionary Accords?

Alright men, preflight check:

Flour? Check
Butter? Check
Eggs? Check
Sugar? Check
Baking powder? Check
Extracts, nuts and chips? Check

Gentlemen, it is now zero hour. Get your batter mixed and go out there and TOSS YOUR COOKIES!"
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