*We open in the Montgomery House's garage on Thanksgiving Day. Micky is tinkering with Peter's bike. He whistles a Christmas carol as he works.*

Peter: Micky? Mick? You there? (Peter peers in.)

Micky: *looks up from the bike* Yeah, Pete. Just checking out your bike.

Peter: (Grins) Checking out the bike...or just avoiding the family?

Micky: *half smirk* Little bit of both?

Peter: Can someone else make the turkey next year? Em's going crazy. I think your wife is ready to kill her.

Micky: Hence the reason I'm out here.

Peter: Is it that, or is it because you ate the entire bowl of peanuts and are afraid of retaliation?

Micky: Okay, maybe that's a factor, too.

Peter: Need a hand, Micky? Davy's watching the desserts this year. Mike, Nyles, and Jack have the kids.

Micky: Sure! I was just tinkering, but with a second set of hands, maybe we can actually get something done.

Peter: (Nods) Thanks. So, where can I start, and what tools do you want me to hold?

Micky: We could start simple and just get her greased.

Peter: (Reaches up to a shelf for a can of grease) Sure! Here you go, Mick! (Sighs) Yeah, it's been a while since I've gone out for a run on the bike.

Micky: I figured that.

Peter: I really need to get out and spar more.

Micky: I'd be happy to be your opponent.

Peter: Hey, when you're finished with the bike (grins) would you be up for a short sparring session on the beach? I doubt there will be many people down there on Thanksgiving Day, and the others won't miss us for a half-hour or so.

Micky: How about now? The bike can wait.

Peter: Sure! (He shivers) And this will be a good time to do it. It's a little chilly right now. That'll keep people off the beach.

Micky: Not to mention help us warm up, too.

Peter: Let's go. I have my communicator if they end up needing us.

Micky: Okay.

(Cut to the beach. It's a little windy and a little chilly; sand blows slightly across the rocks. The beach is empty except for a few gulls.)

Peter: (As he and Micky walk down to the shoreline) Perfect. This will be a great place to spar!

Micky: Yeah. I'm actually a little surprised we're the ONLY ones out here! I thought there might've been a few others, at least.

Peter: I guess everyone's eating or watching the Los Angeles Thanksgiving Parade. (Turns to Micky) So...let's begin. We'll work on our powers, since there's no one out here to see them, and if someone does pass by, they'll probably think they just had some bad turkey or too much to drink or we're working on something for the parade.

Micky: *chuckles* Yeah.

Peter: Ok. Basic rules apply. It's cold, so keep your clothes on and stay out of the ocean. Don't do anything that'll attract TOO much attention.

Micky: Oh, you know me too well, Pete.

Peter: Yes, I do. (He grins) And I know you well enough (he shoots a garland of fall flowers around Micky) to beat the pants off of you.

Micky: *fingers the flower garland* Very nice!

Peter: You're welcome!

("Can You Dig It?" begins as Micky tries to shrug out of the garland. Peter concentrates. Micky ends up with two more garlands around his mouth and in his hair.)

*Micky shoots some smoke all around Peter.*

(Peter coughs, swatting away the smoke. He shoots a green beam of light at Micky. When it subsides...he's now dressed as a fall mum in green tights and a green leaf "skirt.")

*Micky twirls around, showing off his outfit. He stops then sends a rain shower of toasted marshmallows on Peter.*

(Peter puts up an umbrella and holds out a cup of hot chocolate. Yum!)

(Peter concentrates. A huge pumpkin appears where Micky was standing. Micky, now back in his regular clothes, "opens" a window in the pumpkin and peeks out.)

*Micky slips inside the pumpkin, then lights it up as a jack-o-lantern.*

(Peter concentrates. The pumpkin turns into a huge pumpkin pie...so big, Micky can sit on it.)

*Micky makes a spoon appear and starts eating!*

(Peter shakes his head and concentrates. There's a green light around Micky. When it subsides, he's sitting on a life-size statue of a turkey made of butter.)

*Micky shrugs, makes corn on the cob appear and a knife. He runs the knife along the butter turkey, then spreads the butter of his corn and takes a bite.*

(Peter shoots a green beam at Micky. Suddenly, the butter sculpture gets up on it's "legs" and begins running around the beach!)

*Micky makes reigns and a whip appear and tells the sculpture to mush!*

(Peter doubles over laughing. When he’s calmed down enough, he concentrates. There's a green light around Micky. When it subsides, Micky's on the ground and the turkey's gone. Peter helps him to his feet. Ok Mick, your turn to practice!)

*Micky scratches his head, trying to think of something to do.*

(Peter sniffs. Ooh, he smells turkey and roast vegetables!)

*Micky takes in a loooooong sniff and sighs, licking his lips.*

(Peter concentrates. There's a green light around Micky. He's now dressed as an Indian and carries a plate of corn on the cob.)

*Micky grins at Peter's use of his headdress and goes back to munching on the corn.*

(Peter goes to Micky and points at the corn. How about some roasted corn...or popcorn?)

*Micky grins. A pot appears in his hand. He zaps it, and they listening to the popping.*

(Peter concentrates again. He's now dressed as a Pilgrim. He brings Micky some squash and limas beans, then makes a shower of flowers and mini-pumpkins fall on Micky.)

*Micky makes an umbrella appear and holds it over his head.*

(Peter concentrates. Tall wheat sheaths spring up around Micky.)

*Micky makes his dagger appear and hacks his way out of the wheat.*

(Peter concentrates. The wheat is "ground" into flour. Peter turns to Micky. How would Chief Micky like to bake some bread?)

*Micky nods. Thanks!*

(Peter makes a small oven appear.)

(Micky sets up the fire, and they watch as a little smoke comes out of the oven. Peter finally pulls out a round loaf of bread and makes the oven disappear.)

Peter: (As the music ends) Hey Mick, this came out pretty well!

Micky: Yeah, it did!

Peter: We really should spend more time together. We work pretty well as a team!

Micky: Yes, we do.

Peter: (Sighs) I guess I haven't been much of a team player lately, have I?

Micky: *sighs* You are getting better.

Peter: (Nods) I really do want to make up for what happened over the summer. I guess...I wasn't really thinking.

Micky: *claps Peter's shoulder* And you are making up for it. Pete, we've ALL made that mistake. The main thing is that you forgive yourself. *smiles* I did, once you came back to us.

Peter: (Beams) Oh man. Micky, you are a true friend. (He grabs Micky into a big hug!)

Micky: *coughs* Can't...breathe...

Peter: (Laughs) Whoops! (He drops Micky lightly on the sand) Sorry! You know I get carried away with those.

Micky: *clears his throat* It's okay, Big Peter.

Peter: I'm glad we were able to spend Thanksgiving together.

Micky: Me too.

Peter: The Montgomery House is a great place to hold all these big family celebrations. Everyone can go where they want and not drive everyone else crazy, but still be together.

Micky: Exactly.

Peter: I hope Mike didn't raise too much of a fuss about not getting to see the Dallas-Lions game. He's not a big fan of the parades, but the kids love it. (Sighs) How are you feeling after the play, Mick? I know that took a lot out of you.

Micky: *sighs* I feel better, just unhappy with the way I acted.

Peter: (Sighs) We'll work on controlling your imagination powers better, Micky. You just got tired and confused and let them run away with you.

Micky: Yeah.

Peter: It's very easy to let your Imagination run away with you, especially when it's as powerful as yours! You just can't let it take over.

Micky: *folds his arms* I keep trying to control it, and it still keeps getting the better of me somehow.

Peter: We'll need to devote a day when we both have time to coming up with ways to catch it when your imagination is running away with you.

Micky: *nods* I'd like that, Pete.

Peter: We can't do it today. They'll miss us if we're gone for too long, and dinner will be ready soon. Maybe sometime in the next few days, before you start putting the rest of the lights on the house.

Micky: I’m ready when you're ready.

Peter: (Shivers) Maybe we'd better go back up to the house. It's really getting cold, and dinner should be just about ready.

Micky: Before they send out a search party.

Peter: (Laughs) And they will, too! You know how the ladies worry about us.

Micky: I know! I was being serious!

Peter: (Puts an arm around Micky's shoulder) Happy Thanksgiving, Mick.

Micky: *puts an arm around Peter's shoulder* Happy Thanksgiving, Pete.

(We fade out as the two walk up the stairs and back to the Montgomery House gardens together.)