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Honey, my carving knives came just in time for Thanksgiving.

G-- uh, George, you should come and see these.

I've seen knives, Dick.

Not-- not like these, George.

Next to this beauty, Excalibur is a butter knife.

Honey, I'm glad you always get so excited

about Thanksgiving.

It's a little weird, but I'm glad.

Joanna, it's only the best holiday of the year.

As soon as you-- you wake up, there's a--

there's a major parade

featuring the best in cartoon balloons, which--

And just in time for my favorite football game of the year.

Then all eyes are riveted on me

as I slice into a succulent 18-pounder with these beauties.

You're in a good mood right now, aren't you, Dick?

Yeah, you know, um, underneath it all, George.

Try to hold onto that feeling, 'cause I got bad news.

What-- what's that, George?

The electrical wiring in this place is for the birds.

The whole inn should be done over soon.

How-- how soon?

Before there's a big fire.

That soon.

And you're going to need professional electricians

to do it.

Can't you do it, George?

Yeah, but it would take a year.

Of course, the fire will probably put me

even further behind.

Well, then, you'll have to get someone.

Hi. I'm Larry.

This is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl.

Hi, guys.

Ooh, new sharp cutlery.

Darryl, this is the perfect opportunity for you

to show these folks your fledgling juggling skills.

May-- maybe another time, guys.

What, uh-- what-- what can we do for you?

Well, we feel that over the last year,

we've grown close enough to you folks

to invite you to partake in one of our most intimate rituals.

What's-- what's that, guys?

We'd like you to join us for Thanksgiving.

You celebrate Thanksgiving.

Who better to give thanks than three brothers who have it all?

So will you join us?

It sounds-- sounds yummy, but we-- we've already--

already made our Thanksgiving Day plans.

Darn it.

Oh, well, how about firming up the date for next year?

Darn it again.

Just got off the phone set-- setting that one up.

Oh. Well, we'd commit to the next year,

but I'm not sure if we're free.

Come on, Darryl.

Let's go home and check our decade-at-a-glance.

Don't worry, Dick.

The first estimate on this sort of electrical work

is usually kind of high, but I know a couple of tricks

to get the price way down low.

Well, we've been through the whole place.

Here's our estimate.

Wow. I thought it'd be a lot more than this.

Jump on it, Dick!

This can't be your best price.

I don't see how it could be any lower.

I-- I guess we'll have to take it.

We can start work right away, but...

uh, you're gonna be without electricity for a few days.

That means no heat and no light.

There's-- there's no way you can work with--

with the electricity on?

Are you trying to fry one of my guys?

No. We'll-- we'll make do.

I'll write up the work order.

Great news, everyone!

My parents have invited all of us

to their house for Thanksgiving.

Oh, that's-- that's very thoughtful, Stephanie,

but traditionally, we-- we stay home for Thanksgiving.

Honey, we can break our tradition this year.

No. No, we can't. We-- we-- we have too much fun, uh,

having Thanksgiving here.

You have too much fun.

I have to cook all day and clean up all night.

I-- I help clean up.

No, you don't.

You always stuff yourself until you can hardly walk,

then you groan about how bloated you are and go up to bed early.

Yeah, but when I'm going, I always,

you know, take a couple plates into the kitchen.

Dick, come on. We should go.

And while we're gone, the electrical work can be done.

[ Chuckles ] I mean, no electrician

is gonna work on Thanksgiving.

Sure we will.

Wow, these guys are unbelievable!

Honey, I-- I don't think it's fair

that only you and I make the decision.

I mean, George-- George loves our Thanksgivings here.

He-- he may not wanna go. R-- right, George?

Are you crazy? I love that giant mansion.

Picking up on the mood of the room yet, Dick?

O-- okay, we'll go. But I'm bringing my knives.

Hi, all.

Is everybody ready to gobble gobble

a Thanksgiving meal at Casa de Vanderkellen?

Here's a special Thanksgiving gift

for a person I'm particularly thankful for.

A stuffed turkey! Get it?

Oh, Michael. He's so cute.

I'm gonna call him Terry Turkey because Tom is such a clich�.

And I'll bring him home with me to meet my Petey Rabbit.

Who's Petey Rabbit?

He's my favorite cuddle bunny. We grew up together.

We'd still be together,

but I couldn't bear to have him see me as a maid.

Well, Steph, as much as you love that rabbit, I bet

that after a few minutes cuddling this clucker,

that bunny's beat.

I don't know, Michael. Petey's pretty special.

But I'm sure he'll love Terry.

Well, cupcake, don't worry.

Even if he doesn't, that's just present uno

for the 12 days of Thanksgiving.

I thought it was the 12 days of Christmas.

No, it's the 25 days of Christmas.

Hi, Dick.

You just missed a knockout game of tennis

in the Vanderkellen dome.

I slaughtered your se�orita .

Stephanie was the judge.

That way I get to sit above everybody.

Dick, are you gonna have some fun

or are you just gonna keep pouting?

I'm a grown man. I do not pout.

Then, why are you just sitting around moping

in this lovely mansion?

Because I want Thanksgiving at my house with my turkey

and my knives.

Dick's being a baby.

Come on, Steph.

Let's go upstairs to the theatre and watch Captain Eo again.

You know, it's very rude of you to act this way

around the Vanderkellens.

Act what way? I'm reading a book.

They don't know anything's wrong.

Still sitting there pouting, are we?

I'm not pouting. I'm having a wonderful time.

I know him, Art, and he's pouting.

You can't just sit there like this.

I spend millions to make this house a fun place to be.

You almost make being rich seem stupid.

It's not stupid. Believe me, I'm--

I'm having a great time right here.

Is he still pouting?

No.

I don't know one single person who's been able to resist

all this house has to offer.

How about a swim in the heated pool?

Your choice: salt or fresh.

I'm fine, really.

Then, how about a zoom on a jetpack around the house?

Buck Loudon!

No, thanks. I'm really fine.

I know. How about a nice round of golf?

Don't you think it's a little cold outside?

Who said anything about going outside?

Now, that-- that might be interesting.

I knew it. House: 1, Pouter: nothing!

Thanksgiving is one of Arthur's favorite holidays, too.

It certainly is. It all dates back to colonial days

when my ancestors broke bread with the Indians

and then made some of the most lopsided land deals in history.

Those were the days.

Oh, there you are.

You've gotta see this incredible football game.

It's only halftime, and the score is tied 31 to 31.

Oh, honey, you're back to your old Thanksgiving self.

Honey, even you would enjoy a football game

on a screen that big.

You-- you can actually lip-read the players cursing.

I mean, this-- this may be my-- my best Thanksgiving ever.

The-- the game couldn't be more exciting,

they're-- they're preparing a 25-pound turkey and,

uh, Arthur's even gonna let me use my knives.

He pouted me into it.

Halftime's almost over, guys.

It's still 31-31,

and they're predicting an even closer second half.

Mommy, have you seen Petey Rabbit?

I think it's time he met his new friend, Terry Turkey.

[ Goofy voice ] "Hyuk, I can't wait. Hyuk hyuk."

Michael, he doesn't sound like that.

Petey the Rabbit. I haven't thought about that toy in years.

Arthur, do you remember where we put it?

Oh, we gave it away, didn't we?

You what?

Yes, to charity. We gave away a lot of your old things.

Why don't you just give away Grandma? She's old.

Now, take it easy, princess.

If it means that much to you,

we'll go out first thing tomorrow morning

and buy you a dozen brand-new Petey Rabbits.

Well, the new synthetics are much more loveable anyway.

I don't want a new one! I loved Petey!

Come on, Steph. You-- you still have Terry.

Get that buzzard out of my face!

I know what'll bring that smile back, princess. A blank check.

All better?

There are some things that money can't replace.

Now, Stephanie, you realize I don't allow that kind of talk

in this house.

Fine. Then, we'll leave.

Dick, get the car.

What?

Stephanie, please. It's Thanksgiving.

I will not stay in a house where people obviously

don't care about my feelings. Or Petey's.

Uh-- uh, Stephanie, wait.

I mean, think-- think carefully about-- about what you're doing

until at least after the game, and I carve that big juicy bird.

Be-- beside, I'm sure that-- that Petey would--

would feel that--

that you're-- that you're overreacting.

I am not!

And-- and-- and I'm sure your-- your father realizes,

uh, where he was wrong.

I am never wrong. Come, Marian.

Oh, Arthur!

Come on, Michael. Let's pack!

But-- but, Steph. [ Goofy voice ]

Terry thinks that we--

Oh, shut up! You don't even know what he sounds like!

Oh, my God. It's freezing in here.

Yeah, the electricians were working today,

so there's no electricity and no heat.

Oh.

Unless they finished.

Seem any brighter to you, Dick?

George, get the kerosene lamps.

Maybe we should just stay at a hotel.

I'm not having Thanksgiving dinner in a tiny hotel room.

It's-- it's bad enough I missed

the football game of the century.

Well, at least you got to hear it on the way home.

Yeah, it's the only time in history a radio announcer said

he couldn't do justice to the game

and begged people to find the nearest TV.

I'm glad you're all so worried about your petty problems.

I suffered the loss of a stuffed animal here.

Yeah.

How could they do that?

How could they not know how much Petey meant to me?

And who knows what else they gave away!

Maybe I had a couple of sisters.

Look, I-- I--

I think we're just suffering the holiday blahs here.

But, uh-- but let's-- let's make the best of it.

We can, uh-- We can build a fire and-- and cook up a--

a nice, uh, a nice holiday feast in-- in-- in the dining room.

Well, I don't think we have much.

We weren't planning to be home, so I didn't go shopping.

Uh, the electrician's made a mess in the dining room, Dick.

Oh, it-- it's all right, George. We'll eat here in the lobby.

It-- it'll be like a-- a Thanksgiving picnic.

In hell.

Can't we go to a restaurant?

They're all booked solid.

Let's-- Let's try to think positive.

It-- it-- it can't be that bad.

All we have is Velveeta and mayonnaise.

Yum.

Just trying to be positive.

Well, that's right, everybody.

After all, Thanksgiving isn't about what you eat.

It's-- it's being thankful for all you have.

Now, who wants a piece of cheese?

Wait, wait, wait. I wanna use my knives.

I'd like a piece of dark cheese, please.

Okay, now, who'd like some mayonnaise with their cheese?

Yeah. Me-- me neither.

I'd like some, Dick. I really think it'll be good.

Well, I-- I guess before we eat, we should bow our heads and--

and give thanks.

You've got to be kidding.

We better pray fast, Dick.

My cheese is starting to freeze up here.

Holiday greetings.

Oh, Darryl, it's just them.

We was thinkin' it might be the Thanksgivin' Elf.

I've never heard of the Thanksgiving Elf.

Neither did we.

We was hopin' to be the first to discover

a brand-new holiday character.

Well, as you can see, we exceed elf height requirements.

I suppose.

But who knows what power of disguise they may have.

We're not elves, okay?

Well, what are you doin' home?

Our plans didn't work out.

But we're-- we're making do.

I see. Mm, Velveeta. Interesting choice.

But I just wanna say,

our invitation to have Thanksgivin' dinner with us

is still open.

And we do offer the added incentive

of heat, light and a decent eating surface.

That's good enough for me. Come on, Michael.

You w-- you wanna go?

Dick. Heat and light.

Yeah, Dick. This doesn't taste as good as I thought it would.

Okay, we'll go.

Whoo-wee! Come on, Darryl. Company for Thanksgivin' dinner!

Okay, prepare your pie holes for some taste-bud titillation.

Darryl's been slavin' in the kitchen all day

whippin' up some of the finest eatin' since Groundhog Day.

Groundhog Day?

You know, that day near the end of winter.

When the cute little groundhog sticks his head out of the hole,

sees Darryl's shadow, and we eat him.

It's tradition.

What-- what-- what's your Thanksgiving tradition?

Turkey, of course.

Of course.

You-- you mean the animal

that goes "gobble gobble", right?

Right. You should get around more.

We took the liberty of arrangin' the seatin'. Boy, girl, Darryl.

I-- I was-- I was gonna suggest that.

Steph, are you sure you're gonna be able to eat here?

I'm so depressed about Petey,

I don't care about anything anymore.

Except my appearance, of course.

Now I know your innards

are gonna do backflips over the turkey,

but wait'll you taste Darryl's tempting side dishes.

What kind of side dishes?

You know, yams, stuffing, cranberry sauce.

Oh.

You folks don't know a can of beans

about Thanksgiving, do you?

Hi, Larry. Do you know where my daught--?

Oh, there you are.

Mommy! Daddy!

I don't know what you're doing here,

but I really don't wanna see you.

You may not wanna see us,

but would you like to see this little fella?

Petey Rabbit!

Michael, this is my Petey Rabbit!

Wow, Steph, he's-- he's all you said he was, and more.

We contacted the charity we gave him to,

and, fortunately, they hadn't found a home for him yet.

Oh, thank you, Daddy! Mommy!

It was worth missing the big game to see this, huh, Dick?

Oh, it's so good to see my Petey Rabbit again.

When I was five years old,

I drew a little heart on the bottom of his foot.

Where is it?

This isn't the real Petey. This is an impostor rabbit.

I told you she wouldn't fall for it.

But, princess, doesn't the fact

that I tried to fool you count for something?

Stephanie, your father went to a lot of trouble

to get you that toy.

Oh, Mother, a Vanderkellen forced to shop

is hardly an agony.

The stores didn't have anything like it.

Your father had to open one of his factories

and have them make a replica from old photographs.

Really?

Open on a holiday, that's triple overtime.

You ruined hundreds of people's Thanksgivings just to save mine?

Oh, Daddy, you are sensitive.

I'm just sorry you didn't like the duplicate.

It cost me 10,000 dollars to manufacture.

It did?

Wally!

That's my daughter. Now, listen, Loudons.

You're all invited back to our house

for a late Thanksgiving dinner.

We can 'copter to Newport in an hour.

It's-- it's a-- a tough choice, but we--

we did make a commitment to the Vanderkellens first.

We understand. We'll just keep changin' seats like usual,

to make our tiny family seem bigger.

Actually, Daddy, we did accept Larry's invitation.

I think we should stay.

Why did she have to pick now to be nice?

Well, if you won't come with us, can we join you?

Are you kiddin'? The more elbows bumpin' the merrier.

Arthur!

Oh, come on, Marian.

We haven't been in a dive like this for ages.

Look, swivel chairs. Whee!

That's the Thanksgiving spirit, Art.

Okay, Darryl. Bring on the eats.

Now that the food is here,

I think that the head of each household

should say a prayer of thanks.

I'll start.

Lord, before we chow down,

thank You for the many critters in our pot

and all our nice, although off-beat, friends.

Take it, Art.

We thank You for keeping our family together

and for not letting Congress go too nuts on tax reform.

We-- we thank You for the-- the abundance in our lives

and for the food we're about to eat.

Please protect us.

All right, I've been waiting a long time for this.

Excuse me,

but I don't think this is the appropriate time to juggle.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

Well, go ahead. Stuff your faces.

I-- I-- I think, uh,

maybe the head of each household should, uh--

should take the first bite.

It's good.

Prayers-- Prayers are answered.

This stuffing's particularly delicious.

It is, yes.

Unusual.

You flatter Darryl.

Gettin' a hold of the secret ingredient was quite a coup,

bein' this far from Groundhog Day and all.

Oh, come on, you Thanksgiving poopers.

Good is good.

Meow.