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♪ Yo! ♪

♪ That's cool that's cool That's super dope ♪

♪ I like that right there That's what's up ♪

♪ Come kick it with your boy Baby, that's what's up ♪

♪ I get down with the DP That's what's up ♪

♪ Yeah, that's what's up Yeah, that's what's up ♪

♪ You know this right here Yo, that's what's up ♪

Yo, yo, yo. What up, Doom Patrol?

Beast Boy!

I'm so happy that my baby...

Uh, it's good to be home, Moms.

Hey, big bro, you want to meet my new friend?

- Sure. - His name is Mr. Turkey.

And I made him out of last year's leftovers.

Uh, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Turkey.

Please call me Sal, because I'm full of salmonella.

That's so gross.

Happy turkey time, Beast Boy.

Same to you, Robotman.

Oh, perhaps you'd care to wrestle in the fall leaves.

We could dislocation so many of the body parts.

That sounds great, yo!

What up, Chief?

Beast Boy! Hello there.

Make sure you and your robot brother

stay away from the TV remote.

But I do not want to watch the football all day's long.

I want to watch the happy puppies

in the Dog Dog Show Show.

I want to watch a bunch of football players

give each other some extreme injuries.

So give me back the remote.

Fine, Chief. Here you go.

But, it won't do you any good without the batteries.

Give me those!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Hey, hey, hey. Stop fighting, you two.

This is Thanksgiving. Not Christmas!

- Well, he started it. - I'm sorry, Chief.

Can I get you a warm bottle or maybe some nursery rhymes?

Because you're acting like a big baby.

- Am not. - Are, too.

That's enough!

Now, why don't you go help Negative Girl

set the ping pong table for dinner?

- Fine. - Okay.

Wow. Looks like you had your hands full this Thanksgiving.

I have been pretty busy.

I made this centerpiece out of locally sourced weeds.

I cleaned the bats out of the attic.

Get outta here! Shoo!

And I spent all morning

making this tofu turkey just for my little baby.

Aww, thanks, Moms.

You really go all out.

I just hope I can get the rest of my cooking done before the parade starts.

Oh, yeah. I can't wait to go

to the Codsville Thanksgiving parade.

It's been my dream ever since I was a young girl to be in that parade,

smiling at the crowd and doing that slow wave.

You know, the one where it looks like

you're trying to screw in a light bulb.

So do it, Moms.

Oh, no, no, no, no, dear.

I could never be in that parade.

Well, holds on to that dream,

because someday it might come true.

Tell us, Beast Boy.

What is the purpose of this super-secret meeting?

I was thinking, since Moms does so much

for us on Thanksgiving, we should make her a surprise.

- That is so nice. - What'd you have in mind?

Well, she really wants to be part of the Thanksgiving parade,

so I thinks we should build her a float.

Great idea.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I am very skilled at the art and craft times.

And I love building things because you never know

when someone might get horribly mutilated.

Great. Now, let us get to work.

Yo, Moms, Chief, come outside.

What is it, sweetie?

We've got a big surprise for Momsy's.

Hey, this better be good.

I'm missing the game.

Now, you know how's you said, you've always dreamed

of being in the Thanksgiving parade.

Well, we took it upon ourselves to build yous

the greatest float ever created.

Behold!

Wow.

I... I can't believe you three build me an actual float.

Well, this isn't just any float.

This is a very special float.

It represents each member of our family.

Look, we have the football player

to represent the Chief's love of extreme sports injuries.

Then we have the canines to represent

my love of the dog show, which I enjoy so very much.

And over here, we have Mr. Turkey. Gobble, gobble.

And, I added this toilet to represent my tradition of eating so much food

that I have to take a big Thanksgiving Day poop.

And because Moms is our mama bear,

we added this mama bear.

So what'd you think?

I think it's the best float ever?

Come here, you three.

We better hurry

if we're going to get to that parade.

That's what's up.

Ha-ha, we made it.

And just in time too.

It looks like the parade is about to begin.

This is so exciting.

I can't believe my Thanksgiving Day dream is finally coming true.

Yeah.

Huh? Why isn't this thing moving?

Not so fast.

What up, Brain?

What do your degenerates think you're doing?

Oh, we was just about to enter our float into the parade.

Oh, so that is what you call this abomination.

What? This is a pretty float.

We worked hard on it, you goober.

Well, as ground marshal...

it is my job to ensure that this parade

brings the people of Codsville together.

And I can't have you's scaring them off with this weird thing.

Take it away.

Oh, come on, bro.

Don't be like that. It's Thanksgiving.

The day of generosity.

Oh, I suppose you're right.

I should be generous, which is why

I shall give you five seconds to turn this float around

before I have it impounded.

Okay, okay, we're going.

That snob is always ruining our fun.

Well, we ain't giving up so easily.

But you heard the brain.

He doesn't want us in the parade.

True. True.

But, who cares what that fool says?

Yeah, forget the Brain.

We're gonna be part of this parade,

whether he likes it or not.

Now, let's find a way to sneak in.

Time to get...

...extreme!

Punch it, Chief!

There's gotta be an opening somewhere.

Hurry, Chief, turn there.

Yes!

Number one Doom Patrol! Doom Patrol!

Hear those gasps?

We've taken their breath away.

Yeah, we left them totally speechless, yo.

Doom Patrol!

Oh-oh, Chief. The Brain looks mad.

You better get that insurance card ready.

Don't be silly. I don't have "insurance."

I should have known you degenerates would not have given up so easily.

But you're too late to stop my plan.

What plan?

As you know, Thanksgiving marks the start of the holiday shopping season,

and I'm tired of dealing with the crowds.

Therefore, I'm going to imprison this entire city

so that all of the holiday deals

would be mine for the taking.

The Brain is imprisoning everyone in cranberry sauce.

And not even a good stuff either.

Canned cranberry sauce is the worst.

That's enough, Brain.

Don't make us take you down.

Do you degenerates truly think you can defeat my mighty float?

Oh, you're going down.

Because we've got a float of our own.

Touch down!

You shall pay for that.

Go doggies! Go!

Hmm, but let's see how you deal with this?

Take cover!

Turkey attack!

Now... it's time to end this.

Fools!

You may have defeated me,

but good luck dealing with those crowds.

We ain't worried about no crowds, fool!

Because we can get those same holiday deals by shopping online, hello.

Nice work, Doom Patrol.

Now, let's go finish the parade.

But how? Our float is ruined.

And we worked so hard on it too.

Don't sweat it, yo.

Because I gots an idea.

We did it!

We made Mom's Thanksgiving dream finally come true.

This is the best Thanksgiving ever.

That's what's up!

Quick, Chief, pass it to me!

Over here! Over here!

Pass it to me, Chief, I'm open.

Yes!

Boomsies!

Nice throw, you big goober.

It's all good. I'll gets it.

Hey, what's this?

Oh, nothing.

Just some old home movies

from when each of you got your superpowers.

Really? That's so cool.

Let's watch 'em, yo!

- Oh, yeah. - Oh, it's been so long.

Can't we do something else?

No!

Here they come for the final lap.

And pushing it for the win is Cliff Steele!

Oh, snap! You used to be into auto racing?

That's right.

Before I got my robot body,

I was a super-fast race car driver.

I will always remember the day of my terrible accident.

It was the day...

I won the race.

And now I shall celebrate by dancing through the night.

Boomsies!

Ooh, this club is having a breakdancing competition?

Oh, I would like to win that very much.

Oh, yes.

Oh, no!

You may be the best race car driver boy,

but I am the best break-dancer boy.

Uh, check it out, check it out.

No way. I have all the best dance moves.

Look, I packed them. It's a suitcase of dance.

Whoa! What? What? Yeah!

Ooh!

But can you do The Robot?

Hey! Watch it!

I am sorry. It was a terrible accident.

I was trying to do the Robot,

but it remains the one dance move

that has evaded my mastery.

Well, I can fix that for you.

You can?

Sure. All we have to do is get a little extreme.

Congratulations.

The surgery was a success.

Now I can do the robot dance?

Of course! Because now you are a robot.

How is this possible?

Simple. I remove your brain

and put it inside the robot body.

Could you not have just gotten me dance lessons?

Sure, but this is way better. You'll see.

Cool body. But it's going to take

more than that to defeat me, Robot boy.

I am not a robot boy.

I am a robot man!

Beep, spin, twirl. What?

Swiggle, swiggle, swiggle.

Oh, yes. What? What? What? What? What?

Zoop, zoop. Zip, zip.

Restart, restart. Control, alt, delete.

So authentic.

Yes! Oh, you know it!

Hooray! I win again! Yes!

So what were you doing in that nightclub, Chief?

Yeah, I thought you hated music.

I can't remember. It was years ago.

Now will you please stop putting me on trial

so we can go get something to eat?

Not just yet, Chief! I want to check out my movie.

Hey! I remember this. This is the day

the Chief helped me win my squishy-mushy face.

Whoo-hoo!

A hundred tickets!

I'm never gonna win that bear.

Don't get down on yourself, little lady.

You can still win that bear.

But how?

I'm almost out of tokens.

By playing this.

If you can defeat the mother ship,

those tickets will be yours.

All systems ready.

Warning! Warning!

Oh, come on! Ugh!

Try it again.

- Ugh! - Try it again.

- Ugh! - Try it again.

This game is too hard.

No, it isn't.

You just have to become one with the game.

Well, can you help me?

Sure, sure. But let me ask you something.

Are you willing to get extreme?

I'll do anything to win that bear.

Great!

Hey, uh, is that thing safe?

Oh, definitely not.

What did you do to me?

I turned you into a negatively charged being.

Now you can become one with the game

and win that bear.

But you could've just shared your tickets with me.

Oh, where's the fun in that?

Now, go on. Give it a try.

Warning. Warning.

You're going down.

Oh, yeah? Who's laughing now?

Take that!

You're right. That was fun!

Now give me that bear!

And that's how I won my favorite squishy-mushy.

But isn't that bizarre that the Chief was spending

his leisure time at an arcade?

It does sound suspicious.

There's nothing suspicious about it.

Now can we please go eat?

I'm starving!

Not so fast, Chief.

I want to watch my movie.

Oh, my goodness.

This was when I was trying to make it

as a Hollywood actor.

Look out! It's a monster!

Cut!

Whoa! What's the matter? That take was perfect.

But look at me.

No audience is gonna take me seriously as an actor

if I'm covered in slime.

I know, I know, but don't worry.

I'll make sure it doesn't happen

in the next movie.

Cut! That's it!

I am done acting in these low budget movies

where I end up getting slimed!

All of my life, I've dreamed of becoming

the biggest Hollywood star the world has ever seen.

But now I fear it's just never gonna happen.

Well, this machine can help you with that.

It can?

Of course.

That is, if you're willing to get a little extreme!

I love getting extreme.

Great! Then, hop inside here.

What exactly is this thing?

A movie prop?

No, no, no, no.

It's a chamber that will modify your DNA.

Wait, what?

What just happened?

The chamber merged your DNA

with children's modeling clay.

But all I wanted was a new audition.

I know,

but now you're guaranteed to become

the biggest Hollywood star the world has ever seen.

Look out! It's a monster!

I'm finally a big Hollywood star.

Wow, I can't believe Moms was a movie star

on a Hollywood set.

Speaking of which,

what were you doing on set that day, Chief?

Well, that's not important.

Now, how about we get ourselves some grub?

Hold up, Chief!

We still gots to watch the one about me.

Go away! We're eating!

Don't be rude, Chief. Answer it.

All right, all right.

Yeah, what do you want?

Who is it, Chief?

I don't know. There's nobody here.

That's odd.

It's probably just a prank from those rotten teenagers.

It's not a prank.

It's a cute little baby boy.

Well, what's it doing at our door?

I think he needs a new family.

And I think he found one. Oh, yes, he did.

You can live with us forever.

Oh, somebody needs a diaper change.

Fine, I'll change him,

but this better be a one-time thing.

Chief!

Chief!

Chief!

Oh, man.

It's like his poo-poos are on an infinite repeat cycle.

If only there was a way to avoid changing him.

Avoid changing him.

Say there, little guy, you wanna get extreme?

I'll take that as a yes. To the laboratory!

Guess who just solved our pooping problems?

- Behold! - Why is he green?

Nothing to be alarmed about.

I simply injected him

with an experimental monkey serum.

You did what?

Now he can transform into animals

and go poop outside.

Once again, you've gone to the extreme.

But I guess we don't have to change diapers anymore.

And that makes everyone a winner.

Except for our neighbor.

Not on my azaleas.

That was so much of a super funky fresh fun times, right?

Hold up. Who shot these movies?

Who cares?

Party, party time. Party time. Party-- Oh.

- Yo, check it. - What is it?

Oh, it's nothing. Give me that!

Let me see that folder.

What?

Chief, you were planning to transform us the whole time?

And for what?

So you could turn us into a team of superheroes?

No. I did it to turn you into a family.

Wow!

I can't believe you care about us so much

that you'd turn us into a family of freaks.

That is so nice, Chief.

It's literally the sweetest thing

anyone's ever done for me.

Come over here and give us a hug.

Don't go all mushy on me.