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It's picture time!

What's that over here?

Chill with Liam.

Thanksgiving? More like jerksgiving.

You're probably wondering why Clyde and I are dressed like pilgrims.

Well, every Thanksgiving, Liam manages to get a charming story on the local

news. And this year, after a lot of begging, he finally let us be part of

Not newsworthy. Then, out of nowhere, Liam replaced us.

Now that's newsworthy.

He said we just didn't have the it factor.

Stupid Liam.

I didn't want to back up some dancing donkey anyway.

I did.

Me and that donkey had mad chemistry.

We don't need Liam to get on the news. The local news. We can get our own

And not just any story. The lead story.

We're going to figure this out, Clyde.

And we're not going to rest until we do.

Right. But let's grab something to eat first.

Sure.

Why am I so hungry?

We're dancing with a donkey.

Are you gentlemen familiar with the term turkey slaughtering?

No. Sounds delicious.

What's going on?

Read the sign, bozos.

Oh! No, no, no, no, sweetie.

Lily, we're not going to do that quite yet, okay?

But I'm...

Yeah, I know. Hey, why don't you go find a pot we can boil the potatoes in? Good

job, kiddo.

How did we say yesterday?

I brought the spoon.

Oh, good job, pumpkin.

Next year, can I be the only helper?

Of course you can.

Just us.

That's right.

She got us with the old long -range request.

We say yes because it's so far in the future, but we still get to be heroes in

the moment. Well, the future is now, and you, me, and a toddler have to make

three turkeys, 31 sides, and nine pies.

Found it!

What?

But I'm your helper. I know, and you are helping by making these wonderful

decorations. It's a very, very important job, and you can take all the time you

want.

Sure. Hey, who put this chair here? Somebody trying to lock her in? She's

baby. What do you need? If I could just say one thing... I'm going to stop you

there. I need to go help your mom, so I'm sure whatever issue you're working

is just going to be fantastic.

There you go.

Change the world, sweetheart.

Can I use these scissors?

Sure!

Can I talk to you about a very important cause?

Sorry, we're on a tight deadline.

I give you the Expand -O -Pant, the first ever self -expanding garment

fit your feasting figure.

We're making pants that get bigger as you stuff your face on Thanksgiving.

already missed our Thanksgiving launch. We're rushing for Black Friday.

And if all goes well, all of the maternity market.

These pants will last a long time, but not for all of maternity.

Just stick to the sewing.

You see, Lana, when we consume food, blood rushes to the stomach, raising the

temperatures. The Expando Pants senses this and expands along with the stomach.

Cool. Could you make us a gravy -powered rocket that would launch us into the

mayor's mansion so we can be the top story on the news tonight?

The local news.

We're on a tight deadline and Lenny and I are just hitting our stride.

I sewed myself into the pants again.

Great. Let's take five.

You want me to write a Hamilton -style Thanksgiving musical that you can

on the news? The local news.

This time, those donkeys will be our backup dancers.

We wrote the first line.

I'm going to Plymouth Rock all night and harvest every day.

Yeah, no.

Every year on Thanksgiving, Mom's like a drill sergeant. She works us like dogs.

This year, we finally have a loophole.

So, we chillin'. In Mom's defense, she does have to cook for 14 people.

I'd help if I didn't have to get on the news.

The local news.

Fine. But you will not be getting a shout -out tonight on the news.

The local news.

I need you guys to help me really quick, okay?

You, roll out this dough.

You, turkey shapes.

You, whip that frosting until it's light and fluffy. And I mean light and

fluffy. Use your wrist.

Can you do that for me?

Oh, you mean, can we betray our baby sister?

We know about the long -range request.

And we support it. We are not helping in the kitchen this Thanksgiving.

You're doing that for Lily.

That's right.

We believe the best part about having sisters is...

I'm coming up for them when it's convenient for us.

Well, that's annoying.

Oh, that's okay. We can lick the frosting both need for you.

Love ya.

Yeah.

Do you remember me?

Yeah, you're Patrick from the mall.

Right. Oh, I'm Lenny from the mall. Right. We both couldn't find our

You remember when I asked you to dinner?

Have you had dinner?

Lots of time.

I love it. Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?

Sure. Uh -huh.

Well, I'm here to take you.

Oh, but it's Thanksgiving.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were religious.

How's, um, December 25th?

Why don't you just have Thanksgiving dinner with us tonight?

Oh, that'd be awesome.

I never had Thanksgiving dinner.

My mom and dad got divorced Thanksgiving morning.

I was only four, so I don't remember much. Just a lot of yelling.

So I never celebrated the holidays.

That is so sad.

Yeah. Well, my parents are still together, so we still celebrate.

Come on in.

Whoa, stairs.

Plays it fancy.

Hey,

you dropped something.

Where have you been?

I was getting Lily out of your hair. I put her in charge of decorations. Taught

her how to use scissors.

But I am here now, and I am laser focused.

The football draft.

I'm going to be first pick this year.

I'm going to clean that up later.

All right, people.

It's time for the big game.

What you going to lose?

Whatever. You toast.

With the first pick in the annual Turkey Bowl draft.

I select Little Miss Giblet.

I'm Little Miss Giblet. Oh, my gosh. I thought you were the runner -up. The

winner dropped out. She was rehearsing the ribbon -cutting, and the mayor cut

her finger off with the giant scissors.

This is the perfect place to get on the news.

The local news.

This is also the perfect place to unveil the expando pants.

The Thanksgiving release is back on. I can't believe I'm Little Miss Giblet.

It's the highest pageant honor in the state.

Last year's winner was invited to the Thanksgiving parade in New York City.

I'm gonna go get ready.

And that's why I'm not allowed to chew gum anymore.

Sorry. What did you do that for?

Had to cool you down because you're so hot.

Lieutenant Boat Chopper. Nice to meet me.

Hold my whistle.

Bo Chopper. Lieutenant.

I'm getting my revenge on Lieutenant Bo Chopper. It's okay. I'm Lenny's

boyfriend. Not yet.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. She doesn't know yet.

Um, before we can be boyfriend and girlfriend, Lori has to decide if you're

enough for me. I just have to assess you in a dozen different categories, plus a

lie detector test, and then a short written exam.

That sounds like a lot.

You don't have time for all this.

What about the football game?

Some things are more important than football.

I've been waiting a year for this game.

Somebody's getting hit today.

I think it's me.

Time to make more pie.

You sure love pie.

No, first, Mommy has to make 23 sides, and Daddy has to make 10 gallons of

gravy. You know what? I've got to take a rain check on the gravy.

I'm taking Lola to her pageant.

What? Didn't you hear?

She won Little Miss Giblets, and I am the number one pageant dad.

Don't worry, I'll be back in no time.

Oh, uh...

I signed Lana's petition, so we won't be having turkey this year. See ya!

Now it's just you and me.

Yep.

I can't believe I'm going to be Little Miss Giblets! This is a dream come true!

I don't want you to do it.

What?

Little Miss Giblets is the face of Jibco, the largest distributor of turkey

turkey product in the Midwest.

They're turkey killers, Lola.

Yeah, but I'm not a turkey killer. I'm a turkey pardoner. My first official duty

as Little Miss Giblets is to pardon a turkey.

Wake up, Lola.

They use your adorable face to distract people from what they really do.

You're the face of evil, Lola, and my face is the same as your face, which

I'm the face of evil, and nobody's going to use my face to be the face of evil,

even if it's your face.

But I've been dreaming about this day my whole life.

Ever since the day we were born, we've always had each other's backs.

And if you do this, it's like you're stabbing me in mine.

Hey, when you're being interviewed by the news, what's the perfect time for

Clyde and I to run behind you? I didn't do this.

You know, we'll talk back later.

Come on, guys, you can work this out. You just have to communicate.

If she cared about me as a sister, she wouldn't go and hobnob with those turkey

murders. So we're not going. If she cared about me, she would know how long

dreamed of being Crown Little Miss Giblet.

So we are going. No one is leaving this room until we figure this out.

So we're not going.

I've already worked it out. I'm going to that ceremony. You can go if you want,

but I will not be there to support you.

Fine by me.

We're going.

We want you to know this was purely a business decision.

Seriously? It's our only chance to get on the news. The local news.

Rest assured, none of us are happy to be doing this.

Very sad.

I'm gonna be rich!

We're going on the news!

The local news.

Should I be doing something?

You tell me.

Five minutes ago, your girlfriend said, I'm thirsty.

And you said, I'm Patrick.

I should probably get her a glass of water.

That's a closet.

Is he doing good?

I got the yes look.

Oh, honey, can you hand me the turkey baster?

You might know it as the squirt gun.

Thank you.

You are such a great little helper.

Come give mommy a kiss.

Wait a minute.

Is this one of Lori's pets?

Who are you?

I'm Patrick. Lenny invited me for Thanksgiving.

My parents got divorced when I was fourth, and we never celebrated any

Oh, that's so sad.

I need ten gallons of gravy.

Go! Go, go, go!

Other way! Other way!

Where is Lola?

Maybe we should go without her.

We shouldn't go without her.

Right?

Yes. I don't think we should go to the Little Miss Giblets pageant without

Little Miss Giblets. Now, where is she?

And where is Lana?

Lola, where have you been?

And... wait.

Why aren't you wearing your gown?

I'm not going.

I can't do it to Lana.

She's my best friend, and if something's important to her, then it's important

to me.

Oh, you're the best sister?

I'm going to the pageant for Lola.

She's my best friend, and if something's important to her, it's important to me.

Oh, you're both the best sisters?

I'm not going. I want you to go.

You want me to go? You don't want to go?

Aww.

I love you.

The National Chiplet Distribution Company would like to give a warm

everyone who's come out for this iconic annual event.

I really appreciate everyone wearing the Expando pants.

You can't buy this type of publicity.

There's the news team. Oh, the local news team.

That's Chip Winters.

He's the lead anchor.

Beat your heart out, William.

And remember, if it doesn't say Jipco, it's not a premium giblet.

Okay, and now for the main event.

Lola?

I,

Little Miss Giblet, pardon you, Mr.

Garblesworth, and wish you a lifetime of freedom and happiness.

Okay, boys, take him to the slaughterhouse.

The slaughterhouse? house, but I just pardoned him. That was just for show,

sweetheart. What'd you think we were going to do? Get him his own apartment?

He's a bird. A big, delicious bird.

Wait. I'm getting some major twin tuition right now.

It's a fake pardon.

They're going to kill Mr.

Gobblesworth. What are you talking about? Dad,

go to the car. Everyone else, follow my lead.

Please, Mr. White Collar, won't you reconsider?

No.

I'm going to deep fry that big boy, eat him, and fall asleep on the couch.

Deep fry this.

Right in the giblet.

I'm tearing the medley out of your mouth. Move out of the way. You'll never

away with this.

The turkey's on the lamb.

Roll it. Quick touch, Chippy. Not now, Elizabeth.

Chip! We're your biggest fan. We have the inside scoop. Do you want an

for your lead story? Nobody wants to see you guys. But... But nothing!

This is Chip Winters saying, get lost!

Chip!

believe we didn't make it on the news.

We didn't make it on the news yet.

Clyde, I've got a plan.

They're here.

Lily.

There are so many people.

mobs peen out there.

Listen up, all you louts.

You can't hide from us.

All right. That should do it.

All things considered, not our worst Thanksgiving.

At least these spandau pants are good for something.

I threw myself into the curtain.

Jake!

You, me, backyard, right now, game on. Again, more important than football.

90 seconds, I'm going to lose it. That sounds like a you problem.

You're not going to pass that test.

We're never going to be together.

Oh, yes, we are.

Can I say something?

Please do.

I love this girl.

And I want to be with her.

And I know I have to pass a bunch of tests to do it. Lori, I know I've failed

all of your tests, but there's one test I didn't fail.

I didn't kiss your mom.

Lynn? Thank you!

Man, that felt good.

Lily, I need more flour.

Oopsy.

Surrender, Mr.

Gobblesworth. You have no chance.

Don't worry, buddy.

We got you.

We have the entire house surrounded.

Even the backyard?

Do we have anyone in the backyard?

No.

Yes!

This is Chuck Winters from the local news.

I'm willing to offer an exclusive interview to little Miss Giblets to tell

story. This is definitely lead story material, is it not?

Now, Irene.

If we send him out, will you let him go?

No! We're gonna eat him!

No chance, Giblet boy!

She's dead in the water. She's not giving up. Where does she get that from?

We are not giving up, Lily.

We can do this.

I just have one question to ask you. Are you Mommy's number one helper or not?

This is your last warning.

Give up Mr.

Gobblesworth or we're coming after Little Miss Gimlet.

What are we going to do?

I'm going to give myself up. You do not have to do this.

I don't have to. I want to.

Like you said, we always have each other's backs.

Look, I know you guys are standing up for what you believe in, but this is no

joke. Turkey napping is a very serious offense, young lady, and you will be

prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Jeff, I'm going to the big house.

There's no other way out of this.

There is one way.

They want you in the turkey?

They're going to have to catch you in the turkey.

We're going to run out that door.

And when they chase us?

Release the real Mr. Gobblesworth to freedom.

But they're going to catch you. Who knows what they'll do to you guys?

Don't worry about us.

Just let the world know we did this for my sisters.

I thought we were doing it to get on the news. Not now.

Open that door.

And if we're not back by 5 p .m., record the news.

The local news.

Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!

That was a Thanksgiving no one would ever forget.

After quite a struggle, the police finally found their man.

This guy. Easy on the sport coat, boys. It's house two.

Turns out Chip Winters wasn't a newscaster at all. He was an undercover

for the FBI.

And he'd been after Jibco for tax evasion for the past ten years.

Looks like you'll be the one getting deep fried.

You would have been delicious.

Okay, Mr. Gobblesworth.

If anyone invites you in for Thanksgiving dinner, don't go. It's a

Gobblesworth got set free, but unfortunately they tracked him down.

Hollywood, that is. They turned his tale into a hit movie with a storybook

ending.

Speaking of storybook endings, Mom and Lily pulled off the greatest turkey

Thanksgiving of all time.

And Lenny and Patrick officially became boyfriend and girlfriend.

Thanks for doing my hair, babe.

Thanks for doing mine. It's playful and stylish.

Lori realized that even though Patrick wasn't perfect, he and Lenny were

for each other.

And that's all that matters.

As for Clyde and I, we did end up getting on the local news.

Just not for the reasons we thought.

Lincoln, you're on!

I'd like to make a toast to the best family in the world.

Can't wait for next Thanksgiving.

Next year, can I be the only helper?

Yes, just you and Dad.

Thanksgiving.

Now pass that pumpkin pie.

Thanksgiving rock. These festivities are spectacular.

I am not doing this.