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Previously on Greek:

- We're leaving now, anyway.
- But it's 10:30.

You said we'd come,
not that we'd stay.

But thanks for paying
our electric bill.

Oops. That was loud.

I offered to pay
Gamma Psi's electric bill.

- Ashley didn't
even know about it.
- That's not true.

Dr. Larsen, I was hoping
you might be interested in
sponsoring a project of mine.

But I've already
committed myself to
sponsoring Dale Kettlewell.

I understand you turned down
an opportunity to work
with Dr. Larsen.

I'd rather take a chance
working on my own project,

even if they call me "Anchor"
until I graduate.

- I'll sponsor you.
- This mean we're a team?

This about Cappie?
It's pretty clear
there are still feelings.

How I feel about Cappie
is irrelevant, since he's off
with that night club girl.

I guess I should explain why
I've been blowing you off.

Are we still, or not?

I want someone... different.

Laura, your cab's here!
You better hurry before
someone steals it!

Out of my way, bitches!

Rebecca, it's
a four-day weekend,

you're not moving home.
Unless... Are you?

Sorry to disappoint,
but I'll be back on Sunday.

You could pay me
to stay longer,

but I don't have
an electric bill.

Are you going home? Or back
in time to return that suitcase
to its rightful owner?

I actually prefer the vintage
look to the whole

walking-advertisement
label-whore whore thing.

But that's just me. Obviously.
And yeah, I'm going home.

Thanksgiving
at the Cartwrights'.

I'll bet it looks like
a Norman Rockwell painting.

Hardly. I'll probably end up
spending the weekend with
my old boyfriend, Derrick.

Old boyfriend? Sounds like
a home-for-the-holidays
hook up to me.

It's not like that.
I just want see how
he's doing and catch up.

Please. The only reason
to catch up with an old flame,

when there's no flame...
is for sex.

Just because you would,
doesn't mean I will.

Oh, right. Because you're the
good one, and I'm the bad one.

- Right.
- At least we agree
on one thing.

- Happy Thanksgiving.
- You, too.

I typed up the cooking
schedule for tomorrow,

breaking it into two shifts,
which should give us equal time

to hit the lab working
on projects.

I'm not going to the lab.

What about your special project?
And the grant?

I mean, proposals are due on
Monday. Every minute counts.

I hit a wall and Hastings
is not the best person

to show me how
to get over it.

That's true.
He's no Larsen.

- Hey, Case. What's up?
- I'm double-parked.
Are you ready?

- Go where?
- Our flight home that
leaves in two hours,

- Please tell me you packed.
- We're not going anymore.

Mom and Dad cancelled
our tickets.

They're off to Maui
for the weekend.

- How do I not know this?
- She left you five messages!

She didn't leave me
any messages!

Or, wait... did she?

- Hey, Dale.
- Hey, Casey!

Started skipping Mom's
long voice-mails

after she left one re-enacting
a health care debate on C-SPAN.

Now when I hear, "Hey, Case,
it's Mom," I skip it.

What a fun story.

Well, what about my message?
I left you one, too.

Uh-huh...

Just my luck!
I can't believe this.

I was looking forward
to seeing Derrick...

and... and Mom and Dad.

So does that mean you'll be
spending Thanksgiving dinner
with us tomorrow?

First one on our own.
Another big milestone.

Might as well. You know...
I'm not going home now.

So what else
have I got to do?

OK, OK, not the most
enthusiastic response,
but I'll take it.

I promise, anything
you coulda got at home,
you'll get right here.

I doubt that.

You going home this weekend?

My parents don't believe
in celebrating Thanksgiving.

They side with
the Native Americans.

And the turkey,
as vegetarians.

How about you? Going to the
Chambers Estate to discuss
extramarital affairs,

feuding families,
oil, and murder?

You been watching
Dynasty on DVD?

Dynasty?
Never heard of it.

Never mind.
Uh, no, actually,

I will not be going
to the annual Chambers
turkey extravaganza.

I politely declined the e-mail
invite from my dad's secretary.

If we're both here,
we should do something.

Maybe road trip
to play some golf?

Sounds good to me.
We should go tomorrow.

It's Thanksgiving,
so the course'll be open.

Or closed, which means
we play for free...

Free... I can afford that.

Oh, wait... Tomorrow?

Oh, I have the Turkey Hunt.

It's this thing
we do every year...

One of the actives who's gone
for the weekend hides a turkey,

leaving clues for the KTs
who stuck around to follow.

It's kind of a KT
Thanksgiving tradition.

Turkey Hunt? Seriously?

Aren't you getting a little
tired doing the same old stuff
with those guys all the time?

Come on, it's my first
Thanksgiving away from home.

Calvin and most of the other
Omega Chis are gone...

Come on.

Fine, they can do it
without me this year.

- When you get done with work?
- Um...

Sometime after lunch. I'll
give you a call when I know.

And, um, I'll drive...
Get it?

That would've been funny
if you still had your car.

- Yeah. You should drive.
- Yeah, I will.

Rusty and I will handle
all the cooking, so if
you'd like to contribute,

bring a bottle of something.
I think a dry ginger ale

might go best
with deep-fried turkey.

It's a Kettlewell tradition.

Sure is. Along with making
a wish on the wishbone.

Wait, Rusty and I do that
every year, too.

It's a Cartwright tradition.

Considering how things've
been going in my love life,

I could use the help.
Why am I telling you this?

I miss Ashleigh.

All right,
you can have the wishbone,

but you'll have to fight me
for the gizzard.

It's all yours.

Isn't this
a little ambitious?

I didn't stay in town
to dilly-dally.

I plan on getting
some serious work done.

Over a holiday weekend?

Dale's applying for the
Gary Wyatt Innovation
Engineering Grant.

Which could land me
40 Gs to fund further research,

and some serious
bragging rights.

I'm working on waste-printed
circuit board with
my advisor, Dr. Larsen...

You might know him
from Charlie Rose?

Or from the cover of
the latest issue of EW?

- Ah!
- Engineering Weekly?

- Ah.
- He was number two
on their "Must List."

Our project's one of
the top contenders.

Oh, uh... Are you applying, Rus?

No. It's fine.
I get to concentrate
on more important matters,

like our first Thanksgiving
dinner without Mom and Dad.

Yeah, without them
fighting over who gets
to carve the turkey,

or who makes better gravy...

If you miss it, I can always nag
you on your bad table manners.

Oh, thanks.

Hello? Anybody home?

Reagan? Beth?

Freddy Krueger?

♪ You wanna cash out ♪

♪ And get the hell
out of town ♪

♪ Don't be a baby ♪

♪ Remember what you told me ♪

♪ Shut up and put your money
where your mouth is ♪

♪ That's what you get
for waking up in Vegas ♪

♪ Get up and shake the glitter
off your clothes now ♪

♪ That's what you get
for waking up in Vegas... ♪

You really do think your life
is a romantic comedy, don't you?

Rebecca, uh...
What are you doing home?

Flight was cancelled, and
flying standby on Thanksgiving
depresses me.

- What's your story?
- My parents ditched me
for Maui.

Aww. So no booty call
for Casey?

I told you, it wasn't
a booty call.

Oh, right. My mistake.

So were you texting,
e-mailing each other?

How exactly did you
make the booty arrangement?

Well, I at least hope you had
the decency to cancel,

so he can make
other booty plans.

Looks like it's just
the two of us this weekend.

Just my luck. Hm.

If you guys are interested,
Dale and I are having

Thanksgiving dinner
at our apartment.

Why would we find
that interesting?

Because I'm inviting
you guys to join.

Oh!

Sounds awesome. As long as
it's after the Turkey Hunt.

You're hunting with us,
right?

I don't know. I have to cook,

and I should be thinking about
my polymer science project,

but I'm so far from
the solution, it's pointless.

How about you find
the turkey with us,

and then we help with your
polygamy science project.

Has anyone seen my pitching
wedge? I left it here
a few years ago.

Thank you.

Spitter?
What are you doing in town?

Thought you were going home.

Our parents ditched us for Maui.

So... Casey's still in town?

Yeah. She's coming over tomorrow
for Thanksgiving dinner.

Dale and I are cooking.
Maybe you should come.

Ahh, oh, tomorrow? Shoot.

No, I wish I could.
I got this, um...

charity golf tournament thing...
For the poor.

But what about
the Turkey Hunt?

Thanksgiving dinner.

Next year, I promise.

Combo shot...
Ahh... Ha, you guys.

Interference.
Game over, I win.

- It was tied!
- Sure, it was, until Cap
knocked in one of my balls.

Combo shot.

The electrons could pass
through a cross-linker!

I gotta ask Dr. Hastings
if I can try a combo shot.

Spitter...

Balls.

You're right! I'm gonna tell
Hastings I'm gonna try
a combo shot,

whether he likes it or not.

Yes, darling.
I agree, your mother is insane.
Certifiable.

We could leave her at
the nursing home this year.

Of course
I'm kidding!

I'll pick her up
on the way home.

Uh... I... I have
a student here now.

Talk to you soon.
What is it, Cartwright?

I think I know how to make
a self-healing polymer wire
reconduct.

That's not knowing. How do you
think it could happen?

- With a combo shot.
- Are you on drugs?

We need to make the cross-linker
conductive, as well.

That way, there will be
more pathways for the
current to travel.

Certainly sounds plausible.

But you haven't tested
this theory yet?

- No, sir.
- Then why are you here?

Go try it! If it works,
then I'll get excited.

Then you might have a shot
at the Gary Wyatt Grant.

Really? You think so?

It is you we're talking
about here, so I won't
hold my breath.

But if you do get lucky,

even I may have to stop
calling you "Anchor."

Oh, but my friend's already
going for that grant.

You think it's OK
that I try for it, too?

There are no friends in the lab,
Cartwright. Remember that.

Rebecca? Is that you?

Stop doing that!

It's creepy enough
in this empty, huge house

- without you stalking me.
- I keep hearing noises.

It's an old house.
Things creak.

I know! And I can sleep through
drunk singing in the hallways,

or late-night Beyoncé All the
Single Ladies dance parties,

but it's like
The Shining in here.

Red rum. Red rum.

Please stop!

Rusty did that once
when he was six

and still swears
he's never seen the movie.

What are you doing?

I thought I could spend
the night in here.

Keep you company
while Ash is gone.

Uh, no thanks.

Hmm. I guess you're not that
good of a person, after all.

Fine. If a psycho axe murderer
chops me up into little pieces,

it's on your head, which he'll
probably chop off, too.

OK, fine, fine! You can stay.
But... just for tonight.

- Brought your alarm clock?
- It's a rain machine.

It's proven that white noise
helps you sleep more soundly.

You can thank me later.

Wow, you're up early.
And wearing jeans?

I'd recommend something
a little more elastic today.

I'm heading to the lab.

I think I know how to get
my self-healing polymer wire
to reconduct.

I thought you were
working on eco-polymers?

I was, but this seems
more exciting to me.

And here's the thing...
if it works,

Hastings thinks I should
go for the grant.

- My grant?
- It's not yours.

- Well...
- I mean, not yet.

Wanted to make sure it's OK with
you 'cause I know you're going
for it, too.

We're both honors engineers.

There aren't a lot of
undergrad grants going around.

No, of course it's OK!
You're right. It's not mine.

Not yet,
I haven't won it. Yet.

I will... I mean, it's not
like you can call grant dibs.

But if you can,
I totally did.

I'm just kidding.
Go for it.

You know, I'll go with you.
I padded that schedule a little.

This way, we can cook together
when we get back, and...

...be best friends.

Let me get some clothes on.

I think we should go back
to separate rooms tonight.

You think we should?
You're the one with the
rain machine and humidifier.

Yeah, and you snore
like a beached seal.

I rather take my chances
with an imaginary axe murderer.

Maybe I was snoring
because of all the humidity
from Tropical Storm Rebecca.

So... what are you up to today?

Um... Well, I'm volunteering
with CRU's Moveable Feast.

They deliver turkey dinners
to the elderly.

I mean, things haven't exactly
been going my way lately...

ZBZ's fourth... ish.

My parents ditched me.

Still waiting for a decision
on that stupid board position
from Katherine,

not to mention my dating life
is pretty much in the gutter.

- The whole Cappie thing?
- I was talking about Derrick.

But anyway, I've decided
to give back to the community

in order to get some good karma
and hopefully reverse the trend.

How selfless of you.

At least I'm
doing something.

Oh, I'm writing a check.

How generous of you.

For 10,000 dollars.

Wow. That is generous.

But if you really cared
you'd invest your time
and not just your money.

I care about old people.
I watch Desperate Housewives.

And I can totally volunteer
with you today.

I don't have any plans.

I didn't mean today.

I meant... in general.

You're not the only one
who needs good karma.

I've always wondered,
with all those giant balloons,

there's not one mischievous
guy with a pellet gun?

It's almost noon!
Let the Turkey Hunt begin!

Here you go, Beav.
You get the first clue.

OK...

"Take my cue, this pool is
too shallow for swimming,

but does have deep pockets."

We don't have a pool.

No, OK, check your pockets!

Wait, we don't have a pool,
but we do have a hot tub.

The next clue's in the hot tub!

No, guys, guys! Come on...

Cue? Pockets? Pool?

Don't you think you should check
the pockets at the pool table?

Wow.

Got it!

Cap, you want to read this one?

He can't. He's gotta go golf
with poor people. Remember?

Yeah, he has
better things to do.

Golf is slow, I'll just
play fast and catch up.

Let me see the clue. All right.

"Smaller than a lion,
bigger than a mouse,

I'm hiding under a trash can
in the smelliest room
of the house."

- Bathroom!
- Kitchen!

Could be anywhere.

What filthy animal
am I staring at right now?

Really? It's Beaver!
The clue's in Beaver's room.

You guys are terrible...
Whatever, let's find
this turkey.

Wow. I guess we weren't
the only ones with this idea.

Excuse me. Hi.

We're here to help
deliver food to old people.

More volunteers.

We always get so much help
on Thanksgiving.

I think we have it covered now,
but you're welcome to volunteer

any of the other
364 days of the year.

You deliver Thanksgiving dinners
to the elderly year-round?

They don't know what day it is,
they just want to eat.

We'll totally do that. We're
feeling really charitable today.

Join the club. If you'd really
like to help, write us a check.

Oh!

Oh, my God!

Thank you!

That is so generous!

Looks like I'm the good one now.
And I'm good on karma through
Christmas. How about you?

Let's count it down.

Ten... nine... eight...

- Yes! It works!
- What happened? What works?

The combo shot! Look!

Oh! Why would you do that?

If it turns back on,
then it works.

A conductive wire containing
self-healing microcapsules

isn't a breakthrough,
but a self-healing reconductive
one is grant-worthy.

You think so? Because
Rusty mentioned earlier

that a wire like that
is still a ways off,

and we only have until
Monday, so...

Who is the nosy ninny? And why
does he know about our project?

That's just Dale.
He's my friend.

We were in your
physics class together.

Listen to me closely,
Cartwright. He is the enemy.

Do not share any information
with other students.

Keep your guard up.
I told you...

There are no friends
in the lab.

Man,
what a grouch, huh?

Don't listen to that
bitter old has-been.

Don't let him push you around.

He can't expect you
to be finished by Monday.

Right? It's nearly
impossible. Right?

Yeah, it would be
pretty amazing.

But all I can do is try.

Exactly!
You might as well try.

Uh, Dale. Your project.

- It's good...
- Your project!

NO! No, no, no, no, no!

Wow, Dale. Looks like you're
sinking with The Anchor.

I was so close.

I could taste that stupid grant,

and now I gotta find
a new circuit board
and start all over.

Frank Stallone!

Dale, I'm really
sorry about that.

If there's anything
you want me to do...

Yeah. Go for Dale.

Hello, Dr. Larsen..
Yeah, well...

Yes, sir, we seem to have sailed
into some rough waters.

Uh... I've lost a couple days'
work, I don't know if there's
time to...

Yes sir, I do want the grant.

Yes sir, I am a champion.

Yes sir, of course, I would like
to be on Charlie Rose someday.

I don't... Hello?

He really milks Charlie Rose
for all he's worth, doesn't he?

He sure does.

Hey, it's on!

Aw, that's too bad.

No, no, it's too good!
It reconducted!

But it wasn't sustainable...

Could be the battery...

Or I might have to adjust the
cross-linker monomer ratio...

That's great, Rus.
So happy for you.

Yours didn't even
catch on fire...

...which is awesome.

Yeah... It still doesn't
work like it should,

but it's a small gain.

I really don't
appreciate your tone.

Huh?

I'm just fried.

I'll start again tomorrow.

See you at home.

I'm telling you,
it has to be in my room.

"The KT that gets
the most box?"

Look around. I think
it's meant to be ironical.

I don't know... I think the
next clue's in Cappie's room.

I'm flattered, Wade. But I think
Heath may have a point.

This is a lot of "box."

What gives? You start
a shipping business?

I'm graduating in a few weeks.
Remember? I'm moving out.

What? Hold up. Rewind.

You're moving out? Graduating?

And there's no
shipping business?

You didn't know, Cap?

I thought you knew everything.

I'm so disillusioned right now.

But we haven't even begun
to organize your going
away party!

Uh, actually, we have.
It's next Saturday.

Oh, yeah, and if
anyone's secretly gay

and wants to declare their love
for me, now'd be the time.

Sorry, Cap, but you haven't been
around much lately,

so we took the initiative.

Found it!

"In the chambers
of the rich and pompous,

where Tom Sawyer
sits and taunts us."

It's at Omega Chi.

"Chambers?" Evan Chambers.
Jeez, you guys suck at this.

Wow. So we have to break into
Omega Chi for the next clue?

Looks like we do.

You're coming with us?

What about your
golf tournament?

Um...

It was just cancelled,
actually.

Something about an
unruly gopher and explosives...

And Heath, this is
your last Turkey Hunt!

I'm sorry I almost missed it.

Let me get my ski mask!

Get ready, I'll meet
you guys out there.

There's a canned food
drive at Dobler's.

For every five cans donated,
you get two-for-one drinks.

- That was yesterday.
- What?

Looks like you
do need good karma.

Anything to get me out
of this funk. I don't know.

I really wanted to see
Derrick this weekend.

So it was an
interstate booty call!

Fine. Yes.
It totally was.

And I probably still could've
gone home to see him,

but when my parents bailed,
it suddenly felt...

Super slutty?

I was going to say
"unnecessary," but yeah...

...a little slutty.

My flight
didn't get cancelled.

The more I thought about it,
the more I dreaded going home.

So I didn't.

So Derrick's that good, huh?

Eh, I've had better.

Like who?
Cappie or Evan?

I'm not going to...

- ...answer that.
- What about Evan?

Did you guys say my name?

Yeah, I saw you coming.

I mean... I said,
"Hey, here comes Evan."

So what are you up to?

And why do you smell like yams?

I was working.

And then I had plans
with a friend, but he flaked.

So here I am.
Walking home alone.

Well, you're not alone now.

You should come to dinner
with me at Rusty's apartment.

- I doubt he wants me there.
- It's Thanksgiving.

I'll just call and tell him
to add another place setting.

You invite Evan,
but not me?

I assumed you wouldn't
want to go. Would you?

I would. Thank you
for the invite.

Oh, cool!

You're stirring way too fast.

If we wanted a stuffing smoothie
I'd throw it in the blender.

You sure about setting up
that deep-fryer on the porch?

That doesn't seem safe,
like, at all.

I know what I'm doing. Never
had a turkey go up in flames.

I don't plan on it
happening today.

How much celery is in there?
You even bother to measure?

Sort of.
It looks fine to me.

Don't you understand
the importance of precision?

Because, yeah, it may look fine,
but then you realize

you underclocked
the CPU so much,

that your processor is useless
spinning at such a low speed.

I thought we were talking
about the stuffing,
not your project.

We are. But the stuffing,
or my project...
You have to be precise!

If you want,
maybe tomorrow

I can help you
get back on track?

I can do it on my own.

Are these cranberries?

These are cranberries!
There's no cranberries
in the recipe!

That's it, man!
Thanksgiving's ruined!

- I'm going to the lab.
- What about dinner?

Dinner's cancelled!

Dinner's cancelled!

I guess dinner's cancelled.

What are we supposed
to do for dinner now?

I've got an idea.

We pretend like we're
delivering them,

but we keep a few meals
for ourselves.

That's serious bad karma.

Yeah, that won't
be happening.

I have an idea.

Look at all these people
with nowhere to go.

Let's have Thanksgiving
at the ZBZ house!

And everyone's invited!

It's gonna be so great...

OK, guys, we're gonna have
Thanksgiving at the ZBZ house...

Microwave pizza?

It's turkey sausage.
Happy Thanksgiving. Next!

So, um... What's
in this stuff, anyway?

Um, this is cranberry juice

and an assortment of half-empty
bottles I got from catering.

I call it "Cranberry Sauce."

Uh... Hey, is Cappie in town?
We should ask him over.

There you go. Um...

He's the flake
I had plans with.

Oh, is he with Lana,
or something?

- No, they broke up.
- They did?

But you know Cappie, he's
probably got drunk with the KTs

and skeet shooting
dinner plates,

skateboarding off the roof,
or something stupid like that.

OK, check under all the chairs.

It's still cold!
Someone was just here.

Where Tom Sawyer sits. Good one.

Guys, I found it.
Let's get outta here.

Wait. We can't leave without
pulling some kind of prank,
right?

Yeah, let's Saran wrap
the toilets.

No, no, no, let's steal
all their underwear.

We should do something
to Chambers's room.

You guys have any eggs on you?

Or rancid trout?

Anyone need to pee?

No one's doing anything
to Evan's room, OK?

Let's get out of here..

What's up with you lately?

You don't want
to prank the Omega Chis?

It's, like, Bizarro Cappie!

There's no pranking today.

It's not me,
it's in the KT by-laws.

"On Thanksgiving Day,
all KTs must adhere to

a brief suspension of hostility
in the spirit of the holiday."

It even suggests we invite our
enemies over to watch football,

or... or skateboard
off the roof.

KTs and Omega Chis will never
get along. We're too different.

You don't want to screw
with Evan Chambers?

The guy who hit Spitter
with his own pledge paddle?

The guy who stole
your girlfriend?

It was a long time ago.

I had the opportunity
to be with her, and I...

I didn't want
to risk it.

You didn't want to risk it?

Seriously, what's
going on with you, Cap?

You used to live for risk.

And Chutes and Ladders.

All I'm saying is...

Why would I want to go
through all that again?

To be with the love
of your life?

Come on, let's just
get out of here, OK?

Come on, come on...

Aren't you supposed to be
at Thanksgiving dinner?

I left for more brown sugar,
and unfortunately,
I had car trouble.

Really?

Yes, I'm changing
my tire as we speak.

What happened to dinner
with your friend?

Cancelled it to keep working.

You know, I had a friend
like yours once.

We pioneered the
work that led to the
miniaturized hard disk.

However, without my knowledge,
my "friend" published a book

about our research
and forgot to credit me.

He went on to make millions,

win the Pulitzer, and marry
a Victoria's Secret model.

No friends in the lab, huh?

You're going after the same
result. You can't both win.

I've been getting along with her
for two solid hours now.

Must be the spirit
of the holiday.

You know, it could be
the Cranberry Sauce.

That helps, too.

Sure you don't want to call Cap?

I love that the three of us
are friends again.

- It's like old times.
- Shh...

These people
don't know yet, so...

Well, maybe the Omega Chis
and KTs should embrace

the spirit of the holiday
a little, too.

Ooh, I need a refill.
You good?

Were you two just
talking about me?

Um, paranoid much?

What did he say? Did he see me
talking to that cute guy?

Think it made him jealous?

What's going on with you?

- Nothing.
- Hey, check it out!

Hey! You're not
allowed up there!

- That's my roommate's shirt!
- I'm on it!

I think it's time
we close the kitchen.

Right. All right,
everybody, listen up!

Thank you for coming,
but we are now closed,

so be careful out there.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Dale? What are you doing?

I was just curious.

Going through my notes?

Spying on me? That's cheating.

And unethical,
at the very least.

Our projects
are nothing alike.

I just wanted to see
how close you were.

You should take this
as a compliment,

'cause I saw you making
progress and realized
you're real competition.

What does that mean?
I wasn't competition before?

You know,
you're The Anchor.

You actually think that little
of me? You think I'm that bad?

No! No, I don't
think you're bad,

I thought your project might've
been a little ambitious.

I've looked at you like a friend
and you've looked down on me
like The Anchor.

Rus... Rus come back.
It's just a nickname!

It's just a nickname!

Well, it looks like
all he took was that one shirt.

- What an odd choice.
- Yeah.

It's funny, I thought I'd
be spending tonight alone.

I thought I'd be spending it
with an old boyfriend.

Sorry. Cranberry Sauce.

Yeah.
Old boyfriend, huh?

Um...

I thought all I wanted
was a booty call,

but I realize now
I want more.

I know exactly
what you're saying.

No, I... I mean... Us.

- Oh...
- In general. No offense.

What? No... None taken.

Um... Yeah, I knew what
you meant. In general.

I chased him three blocks

before I realized we're doing
Ash a favor by letting him keep
the shirt.

Anyone else hungry?

So busy being charitable,
I forgot to eat.

Yeah, I just got
a text from Rusty,

inviting us to Thanksgiving
at the KT house.

Great! Let's go.

Wha... The KT house?

Don't worry,
I'll protect you.

Spitter. What are you
doing on the roof?

Not much. Just thinking.

This is definitely
the spot for that.

I do my best thinking
up here.

Just gotta watch out
for bird poo.

Heard you guys
found the turkey.

It's being prepared for
the big feast as we speak.

Sorry we had to cancel
dinner at our apartment.

Don't worry about it.
I know you and Dale are busy.

What's going on with you?

Well, it kinda involves
your sister,

so I don't know
if you...

It's fine. Pretend like
she's not my sister.

Pretend like she's
some other girl.

See? That's the thing.

She's not just
some other girl.

At least not to me.

I had the opportunity to
be with her, and my "friend"...

...talked me out of it.

Maybe this friend doesn't have
your best interests in mind.

Maybe he's just
looking out for himself.

Um, you know,
I'm working on this project...

I'm making progress.

I mean, the...
bulb lit up.

Briefly...
but it's something.

It involves this wire
that heals itself.

This wire can get cut,
but it just keeps growing back.

It could get cut over and
over again, and just keeps
growing back.

It does not give up.

Neither will I.

No matter how many times
they call me The Anchor.

So what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna have Thanksgiving
dinner with my brothers.

He's not coming inside. We don't
care if it's Thanksgiving.

It's not a big deal.
I can just go.

Cap, can you
help us out here?

What seems to be
the issue?

They won't let
our guest in.

- Good.
- No Omega Chi is
stepping foot in this house

without getting pounded...

...by my fist.

- In the face! I don't know...
- Look, guys.

If the Pilgrims and Indians
can set aside their differences
for one meal...

Can't we?

And he brought a peace offering
that's much better than corn...

You know what? If the cowboys
and Indians can do it,

you know, so can we.
Come on in.

Sorry I bailed.

Turkey better be good.

Which one of these looks
more like an anchor?

As we near the end of our meal,
I'd like to propose a toast.

And no toast would be
complete without... the turkey!

Finally, some real food.

It's not that kind
of turkey.

To the success of yet another
Turkey Hunt! KTs for life!

You know, some people
can't pull it off...

...but I bet you'd look
really good with a shaved head.

You know,
maybe I should go.

You shave him,
I shave you, Beaver.

Come on, Rus. It's a Cartwright
tradition. Make a wish.

Shoot. I was hoping for some
good luck with my project,

so I can destroy my competition.

Should probably go work on it.

I think I should get going, too.

- I'll walk you home.
- OK, thanks.

See you at the house.

Thanks for having me, guys.
This was really fun.

Yeah.

So, um...
Thanks for the walk home.

I think I can
take it from here.

Um... How about a nightcap?

Right, sorry.
Good night, Cap.

No, I meant... I mean...

Um...

Wow, it must really be scary
being the only one here.

No boys allowed upstairs.

Wait, wait...

There's something
I need to say.

Come on...

Come on...

I've been thinking...
about... stuff.

Really? Me too. Like, should
I get my hair colored?

Would I look good
as a brunette?

I think you'd look
gorgeous with any color.

Good to know.
Thanks.

So anyway...

You... You've been thinking.

Yeah, yeah, I um...

I was thinking, um...

I was just...

I'm sorry, I'm nervous.

I really wish things
worked out with us.

That was my wish, too.

Yes!

Yeah...

Dale! Hey, I got it...

I got it to work.

So your wish?

Is that what you wished for
on your wish... pretzel?

You know, I'm sorry,
I've been drinking.

Um, let's just
talk tomorrow, OK?

No, no, let's talk now.

Cap, I poured my heart out
to you at the End of the
World Party,

and you didn't come after me.

You should've come after me.

I know.
And I have no excuse.

But I'm here now.
And I'm telling you...

Telling me what?

I want to try us again.

I want to be with you.

I want to be
with you, too.