Ok, everyone, ready for dinner? ;)

Mike: Good. I'm starved. :p

Peter: Let's eat! :D

Katie: Thanksgivin'! Yay! :D

Jordan: Yummy!

*Micky drools.*

Davy: Bettah 'urry, mates, Mick's making a mess!

*The twins cheer, chanting, "Food! Food!"*

(We open in the kitchen. It's surprisingly empty. Bowls of sweet potato casserole, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and glazed carrots sit on the counter. A pot of peal onions and peas cooks on the stove.)

*Micky peeks in the doorway. Seeing that it's empty, he slowly gives a wide grin. He slips in, the "Mission: Impossible" theme playing oh-so-faintly in the background.*

Emma: (She comes in with empty baskets in her arms) Micky, what are you doing?

Micky: Oh, uh, I could smell the food. I just wanted to make sure nothing got burned or boiled over or anything. *grins as angelically as he can*

Emma: Micky, I'm perfectly capable of checking up on the food. Thank you, anyway. Here. (She goes to pans of warmed wheat rolls and puts the rolls in the baskets; as she leaves, over her shoulder) And don't mess with the turkey. It's almost done cooking, and I don't want anything going wrong.

Micky: I won't mess with it, Em, I promise!

Emma: (Turns back around and shakes her head) I don't like that look. That's your "I'm trying to convince you I'm not up to something when I'm very much up to something" look. (Puts down the baskets and hands him three dishes) Why don't you put the butter on the table?

Micky: I will, Em! :)

Emma: You'd better. Micky Dolenz, I've worked very hard on this Thanksgiving dinner, and if anything happens to it or that turkey, I will turn you into something not nearly as nice as a panther. (She stomps out, baskets under her arms)

*Micky cringes, shrugs, and puts the dishes on the table. He goes over to the oven and peeks inside. He makes a bit of a face, then stands and rummages in a cabinet to the left over the counter. He reaches way into the back and pulls out what looks like a seasonings bottle. He grins widely again, whistling. He opens the oven door, grabs a pot holder, and pulls the rack out. He unscrews the cap on the bottle and shakes the contents over the turkey. He puts the cap back on and pushes the rack back in, then closes the oven door. Still whistling, he puts the bottle back in the cabinet, closes it, and grabs the dishes he'd put down. He heads out of the kitchen, no hint of what he did on his face.*

(Cut back to the living room. Mike plays cards with Davy, Nyles, and Jack. Uncle Eugene is passed out on the sofa, snoring heavily. Aunt Mae continues to knit. The twins and Katie chase each other around the table. A football game is heard in the background.)

Mike: (Slaps his cards down) Royal flush! I win again!

Jack: *shakes his head* Man, I'm getting tired of losing.

Katie: (Chases Little Mick) Supergirl save Superman!

Little Mick: Wheeee! :D

Mike: (Joins Emma as she comes out with the rolls) Is dinner ready yet, darlin'? I'm so hungry, I could eat Davy's cookin'.

Davy: I 'eard that!

Emma: (Laughs) Almost, dear. The turkey just needs to come out of the oven and be carved.

Mike: (Looks at the guys) In that case, anyone want to take their lives in their hands and wake up Uncle Eugene?

Nyles: I'll do it, man. *gets up and goes to where Uncle Eugene is snoozing; shakes the older man,then immediately ducks the flying arm; he grins, but still gets hit in the gut by Eugene's arm*

Uncle Eugene: Huh? Wha? What landed?

Mike: Dinner.

Uncle Eugene: Well, why didn't you SAY so? (Turns to his wife) Hey Mae, we're gonna eat!

Mae: We're gonna beat what?

Uncle Eugene: EAT! We're gonna EAT! Have DINNER! Oh (takes her arm) come on. :p

Mike: Hey, where's Pete and Jordan?

Valerie: I know where Peter is, if someone will get his son.

Katie: Jordan? (She looks around the living room) Jorrrrdddaaaaan, where aaarreeee you? (She heads for the living room, stopping at a very high tower of blocks; peeks in the tower) Jordan? (She accidentally knocks the tower down, revealing Jordan still building)

Jordan: (Makes a face) Awwwww!

Katie: "I'm sorry, Jordan, but we're going to have Thanksgiving dinner now!"

Jordan: "Really?" :D

Katie: "Thanksgiving dinner is the best! You get to eat a big turkey and gravy, and green bean casserole, and sweet 'tatos, an' mashed 'tatos, an' carrots, an' rolls, an' cranberry sauce!"

Jordan: "Wow!" :D

Katie: (Turns to the twins as Jordan toddles out from behind his wall) "I found him!"

*The twins clap, grinning.* :D

Jordan: (Smiles - and it looks eerily like his father's) "Thank you! That's my best wall ever!"

Katie: (Sniffs) "Hey, what's that smell?"

Emma: (Also sniffs) What on EARTH is that?

(A thin plume of smoke comes from the kitchen. Emma dashes in, followed by Lauren and Valerie.)

Lauren: Oh, no! What happened?

Emma: (Throws the oven open) Damn it! Lauren, open the windows! Val, help me with the turkey!

*Lauren goes to open the windows, then turns on a fan that sits in one corner.*

(Emma and Valerie get the turkey onto the counter. Emma furiously waves a dishtowel over it. As the smoke clears, we can see the bird has split in several places, and the flesh is an odd shade of purple-red.)

Valerie: What in the HELL is this?

Emma: (Wails) I SWEAR I did EXACTLY what Mom's recipe said, down to the very letter!

Lauren: *joins them to look* Oh my...

Micky: *leans in the doorway* Hey, what's going on? We can hear the fuss out in the dining room?

Emma: (She's in tears now) My turkey! I don't know WHAT I did wrong! Look at it! Just LOOK at it!

Valerie: (Puts a hand on Emma's shoulder) Em, don't take it so hard. Maybe it just looks bad.

Micky: *goes over to them; eyes widen slightly* Here, I'll try it.

*Micky grabs the carving knife and cuts off a small piece. He puts it in his mouth and chews for a few moments. He makes a bit of a face before spinning around and spitting the piece out into the garbage.*

(Emma cries harder.)

Lauren: Oh dear. How could this have happened?

Valerie: Em, calm down. Do you remember everything that happened when you were making the turkey?

Emma: I've been around it all day! I've barely left the kitchen! I took it out to defrost just when the recipe said. I put it in and took it out at the right times. I even made sure I stuffed it right! I don't know WHAT happened! The only time I was out of the kitchen was when I brought the rolls out a few minutes ago!

*Micky gulps.*

Lauren: Then it had to have just happened? Was anyone else around?

Emma: Well, you and Val have been in and out all day, and Mike was in once or twice, bugging me about when dinner would be ready, and Micky... (Eyes widen; turns to Micky) Mick...

Micky: *puts his hands up in front of him* Em, I swear, I was just trying to help! I didn't know it would do that! I put that seasoning on our chicken all the time!

Lauren: Except this is TURKEY, Micky!

Emma: (Growls) What the HELL did you use, radioactive waste?

Micky: No! It's just my own mixture of spices. I guess something didn't react very well with the turkey. *sighs* Emma, I am REALLY sorry! I was just trying to help!

Emma: Micky, what am I going to do now? I can't feed sixteen hungry people SIDE DISHES! X(

Mike: (Pops his head in) Has anyone seen Pete...(sees the purple-red hulk of the turkey)...what in the hell is THAT? :p

Emma: That WAS our main course.

Mike: Em, what kind of recipe did your mom give you?

Emma: It wasn't me OR Mom. Someone (glares at Micky) decided to add a little something "extra."

*Micky gulps again.*

Mike: (Clenches his fists) Mick, I swear, I'm going to blue-light you to a place where you can never mess with my food again, like Antarctica or Mars or something. What POSSESSED you to do THAT to our turkey?

Micky: I didn't know that would happen! All I did was put a mixture of seasoning on it and the two didn't agree! Ask Lauren! I use it on our chicken all the time!

*Lauren nods.*

Mike: Remind me to never eat your chicken.

Emma: (She's still crying) What am I gonna DO? Why did I leave the turkey alone?

Lauren: *hugs Emma* Awe, Em, it wasn't your fault!

Emma: But how am I going to feed all these people? :(

Mike: We could buy another turkey...

Emma: They take HOURS to cook! And besides, what store is open on Thanksgiving?

Mike: Well, we could just eat what's on the table...

Emma: I wish Mom was here. :(

Mike: Yeah, well, she's 3,000 miles across the country, and I doubt she'd wanna leave her Thanksgivin' just 'cause our turkey blew. :p

Micky: *tentatively* Um, I could call my mom. She's always got way more food than they can eat.

Emma: I wouldn't want to impose on her...

Mike: But it's likely she has a turkey and we don't.

Micky: She won't mind, really. Besides, she had been ragging on me to try and get over to the house sometime.

Mike: Micky, get on the phone. NOW. Before the crowd in the living room stages a full-scale riot.

Micky: I'm goin, I'm going! *runs out of the kitchen to grab the phone*

Mike: I'll go tell the kids it sounds like we're gonna go over Nana Jannelle's for Thanksgivin'.

("I'm a Believer" launches as we see everyone walk out the door and into cars, carrying wrapped dishes and baskets. Valerie finally drags Peter out, still in his black outfit; they carry the well-guarded desserts.)

(The cars arrive at Jannelle's house in San Diego. Mike and Uncle Eugene help Aunt Mae out of the car and into the house as Janelle and the three Dolenz girls meet the newcomers. Mike and Davy snicker as Janelle kisses Micky and pinches his cheek.)

*Micky shrugs. He deserves it.* :P ;)

*Nyles goes up to Janelle and gives her a hug and a kiss. She grins and musses his hair.* ;)

(The twins and Katie run past Janelle and into the house, making straight for the already-set table.)

(Jordan, however, leans over to give Jannelle a hug - or at least hug her leg - and a kiss. Valerie picks him up so he can give her a proper hug and kiss!)

(Peter also gives Janelle a hug and a kiss. Mike just settles for a handshake.)

(Uncle Eugene goes inside, followed by Aunt Mae, flops down in the nearest chair, and tells people to get him a drink and when's the damn dinner, anyway?)

(Mike and Davy crowd around Janelle. They want embarrassing Micky stories.)

*Micky tries to hide, but Lauren hangs onto him. She makes him listen to the embarrassing stories the Janelle tells.* ;)

(Mike and Davy laugh and make faces at Mick. ;) :)) )

*Nyles and Jack get in on listening to the stories, too.*

(Peter lifts Jordan into a high chair as Daphne sits down to feed tiny Elizabeth.)

(Everyone finally sits down at dinner - the eight Monkees and girls, the three kids, the Dolenz sisters, Janelle and her husband, Jack and Nyles, Uncle Eugene and Aunt Mae, and various relatives already at the Scotts' house. Jannelle brings out a gigantic, perfect-looking turkey for her husband to carve.)

(Reverend Scott picks up the knife to carve...but smiles and hands it to Micky.)

*Micky grins, nods, and does the honors... but first he does his best "Norton" imitation, but gets yelled at by Mike to "Carve the darn turkey already!"*

(Micky finally passes around the turkey as other dishes are passed around. Peter cuts Jordan's turkey for him and spoons a bean casserole onto his own plate.)

(Katie starts to eat her turkey pieces with her fingers before her mother stops her...then gives her husband, who was just about to eat his turkey with HIS fingers, a sideways glare. Mike makes a face and attacks his mashed potatoes instead.)

*Nyles and Micky pile their plates high, so high, we can only see the tops of their heads. Jack rolls his eyes and ignores them.*

(As the dinner plates are cleared away, Jannelle instructs Micky to go get the pies for dessert. Emma's eyes widen, and she shakes her head and nudges Lauren to go with him.)

*Lauren nods and follows Micky.* ;)

(Emma rolls her eyes and joins them, followed by one of Micky's aunts. They all bring out pies of every kind - cherry, apple, pumpkin, pecan, coconut cream, chocolate cream.)

(Emma slices a very small piece of pumpkin for Katie and a larger slice of apple for Mike, then looks between the coconut and the pumpkin, trying to decide.)

(Valerie and Peter laugh as Jordan smears his apple pie around.)

*The twins eat their pie, albeit with their fingers.*

(Davy and Daphne stare into each other's eyes and ignore their dinners and desserts.)

(Micky turns to talk to one of his uncles. Coco snatches his plate and returns it empty.)

(Mike finally slices a small piece of pumpkin and of coconut for Emma, pushing the plate at her and making a face.)

(Cut to the entire group in the dining room as Janelle and various relatives clean up the dishes. Mike pats his stomach.)

Mike: Thanks a mil, Janelle.

Emma: Yeah, sorry to barge in on such short notice.

Micky: Yeah, thanks, mom, we really appreciated it! :)

Janelle: No problem, kids! I love having all of you over. Besides, I HAD tried talking Micky into it. He didn't want to impose. ;)

Micky: *whining* Mom...

(Everyone laughs.)

Peter: Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Emma: Next time, I will keep Micky as far away from the kitchen as possible. ;)

Peter: I'm just thankful we're all together and alive!

Valerie: (Picks up her cup of coffee) Me too, Peter. (Lifts her cup to toast) To being thankful for friends, family, and sheer good luck.

Mike: No kiddin'.

Emma: (Takes her cup of tea) Cheers.

Everyone In Unison: (The kids have glasses of milk; Jordan has a sippy cup) Cheers!