Happy Thanksgiving! For Americans, anyway. Isn't it amazing how their Thanksgiving is over a month after Canada's? Strange stuff. Anyway, it seems our little Canadian webmistress Meg hates Thanksgiving, no matter when it is...
Lissa: *runs around the RR shouting* Hey everybody! WAKE UP! We have to go shopping!
Vejita: Shut the hell up, woman!
Lissa: EXCUSE me Vejita?
Vejita: I SAID shut the hell up! Nothing is important enough for you to run around screaming like a headless chicken!
Meg: *growls* Vejita, I'm sure Lissa has a DAMN GOOD reason to wake everybody up at 8:00AM.
Lissa: *looks shocked* Does ANYBODY know what day it is?
Kenny: Some day in November?
Lissa: It's Thanksgiving!
~silence~
Sean: What's your point?
Lissa: What?! Thanksgiving is like the best day! We're going to go get food for a BIG supper! NOW!
Meg: *grimaces* Thanksgiving sucks.
Pasha: Yeah.
Ashka: *starry eyes* I get to cook!
Goten: *sweatdrops* Maybe it'd be better if Pasha cooked, Ashi.
Ashka: *hugs Ed* But why? I'm a good cook!
Pasha: *grins* Yeah, and I don't want to cook.
Trunks: Pash, just because you don't like Thanksgiving doesn't mean you don't have to eat what Ashi cooks.
Pasha: *winces* I take it back!
Ashka: What's wrong with you guys? I'm a GOOD cook!
Gokou: I wanna go shopping.
Lissa: Yay! *hugs Gokou*
Gokou: I want a candy cane.
Lissa: ....Gokou, it's Thanksgiving. Not Christmas.
Gokou: ...Aww.... *sniffles*
Videl: I like Thanksgiving! ^^
Yamcha: I can cook! I'll make the best turkey EVER! *grins at Lissa*
Lissa: ...Er...
Roshi: Nonsense! I've had the most Thanksgiving suppers, I will cook the best turkey! *grabs at Lissa's ass*
Lissa: >.O *smacks Roshi* No! The WOMEN will cook the supper!
Meg: Count me out. I hate Thanksgiving dinner. I'll like, order a pizza or something....
Pasha: Hey, that's a good idea Meg! ^^
Lissa: NO! >.< We're having a TRADITIONAL Thanksgiving dinner and none of you are going to be excluded whether you like it or not! Now we're GOING to the supermarket to get food! *breathes heavily* Now GO! *points to the door*
All: *go out the door and climb on the horrid bus*
Well, Considering their history with bus rides we'll just skip to the supermarket. They're all walking down an aisle, making it really crowded and causing people to turn and look...
Lissa: This will be a GREAT Thanksgiving! Oh, and no flying in the store!
Sean: Yeah. Whatever.
???: OTHER MEG!!!
Meg: *turns around* Hey! MEG! *runs over*
Meg: Hey OM!
Meg: Hey M. ^^
Kenny: *blinks* Okay...
Gero: *runs over* Did someone call my goddess's sweet name? *blinks at the two Megs* Oh dear.
Meg: OH ^^ Guys, this is Meg. Well, another Meg
Chaozu: Not another one!
Meg: *screams* KILL IT! *kicks Chaozu*
Chaozu: *flies into a display of peas*
Over the intercom: "Cleanup on aisle 5, clean up on aisle 5"
All: AAHH! Run! *run to the next aisle*
Sean: *grins* Now we can't get blamed!
Kenny: *rolls his eyes* Oh yeah, they'll never catch us.
Tien: Chaozu! *runs over, grabs him, and runs back*
Meg: *blinks* Okay..
Lissa: So what are you doing here, Meg?
Meg: *shrugs* Shopping?
Meg: Don't tell me you love Thanksgiving too!
Meg: ^^
Ashka: Yes! Thanksgiving! Cooking! ^.^
Goten: *sweatdrops*
Pasha: *grins* You're excited about cooking Ashi? Maybe you can cook for me instead....
Trunks: NO!
Ashka: *blinks* Why?
Trunks: Because I uh.....I want to taste the cooking of my future-wife on Thanksgiving?
Ashka: Okay ^^ I can cook for Goten and myself.
Goten: *more sweatdrops*
Meg: Anyways >.O Lissa, if you're going to force me to help with this how about I go grab some of the food? I REALLY don't want to cook.
Lissa: ....Fine. *rips the list in half and gives Meg a piece* We'll meet up in like half an hour. Not like we can lose each other....these losers can't be too hard to find.
All: LOSERS?!
Lissa: *sweatdrops* Hehe....Did I say losers? I meant...'excessively noisy and not winners'. ^^;
All: *grumble*
Alex: *looks at Lissa's list* I know where that is! *runs off*
Meg: Yeah, I'm happy to see you too. Let's go OM. *drags Meg away*
Sean: ...This should be interesting.
Lissa: ....Where did Alex end up? *looks around and starts walking away*
Gokou: WAIT!
Lissa: *freezes* What?
Gokou: Shhh...
All: *get quiet*
Ashka: What did you hear?
Gokou: Shhh...
Vejita: Kakarotto, you're such an-
Gokou: *clamps a hand over Vejita's mouth* Shhhh!!
All: *are quiet*
Gokou: ..... *shifty eyes* Turtles....
Ashka: *snorts*
Pasha: *smirks and clamps Gokou's arm* You're so cute, Gokou. ^^
Chaozu: O_O Where?! *hides behind Tien*
All: *blinks at Chaozu*
Chaozu: I don't like turtles. <_<
Piccolo: *takes a can of Turtle Soup off the shelf and drops it on Chaozu's head*
Chaozu: *screams and runs away*
Lissa: I'll have to tell Meg about that later on. *walks out of the aisle*
Let's check on Meg and Meg....
Meg: Hey Megan.... What are we looking for?
Meg: Don't ask me, you're the one with the list.
Meg: ....Oops. *looks at the list* Ew.... Cranberry stuff.
Meg: I know where that is! *runs away and crashes into Alex*
Alex: Watch where you're going!
Meg: Hey, there were two people in that crash!
Meg: Alex, what are you doing over here?
Alex: .... Yams.
Meg: *arches an eyebrow* This is the cookie section.
Meg: And you have a bag of oreos behind your back.
Alex: I uh... no I don't.
Meg: *snatches the bag of oreos* Sometimes, when I'm feeling mischevious, I drown my oreos instead of dunking them. *evil grin*
Gokou: *heard M's last sentance* YOU! YOU MONSTER! *snatches the bag and runs away*
Meg: ...What'd I do?
Meg: You threatened the oreos. ^^
Meg: Hehe. ^^
Gokou: *runs over to Chichi* CHICHIIII! Hide these! The evil Meg wants to hurt them! *shoves the bag in her hands and runs away*
Chichi: ....? What am I supposed to do with crumpled oreos?
Lissa: *walks by* Chichi! That's not on the list!
Chichi: >.O
Piccolo: *grabs seasoning from one of the high shelves and hands it to Ashka*
Ashka: *drops it in the shopping cart* Jeez, this shopping is hard work.
Goten: Yeah, wow. I don't see how ANYONE would want to cook after this much work..... *hopeful look*
Ashka: Goten you silly ^^ Of course I'll cook!
Trunks: *snickers*
Goten: *whacks Trunks with a jar of pickles*
Trunks: OW! Damnit Goten! >_O
Pasha: Stop teasing Goten, Trunks.
Trunks: But--!
Sean: *stares at all the bread* How do we choose?
Kenny: We pick the bread that would go best in the stuffing.
Sean: That's woman's work! Ken, you do it.
Kenny: WHAT?! You're more girly-looking than I am!
Sean: My face isn't feminine!
Kenny: Neither is mine! And at least my HAIR doesn't go past my ASS!
Sean: How dare you insult the hair!
Kenny: You look like a DRAG QUEEN!
Sean: WHY YOU--!
Bulma: *steps between them* Guys, guys! Calm down!
Kenny & Sean: Hmph! *stalk off in opposite directions*
Chichi: *walks over, still holding the bag* Wow, that was dangerous.
Bulma: You kidding? That was nothing compared to how Vejita gets when he hasn't eaten.
Chichi: Scary o.o;
Gohan: Okay Videl, reach! *has Videl on his shoulders*
Videl: I don't understand why they'd put the salad dressing so high up!
Gohan: Neither do I.
Tien: *looking around* Where did she go?
Chaozu: Tien, I'm not a SHE and I'm right here!
Yamcha: *stares at the lettuce* Okay Yamcha, pick a lettuce head that will make Lissa fall in love with you. *stares*
Roshi: Why, these carrots are PUNY! They will not do! I must have the PERFECT carrots, ones that will make Lissa realize she could eat ME instead of a carrot...
Lissa: EW!!!! Piccolo!!
Piccolo: *stalks over, picks Roshi up and carries him outside, where he throws Roshi on the curb* Stay there, you dirty old man.
Roshi: Aww...
Gero: So.... I'll pick the carrots. Ones that will make Meg happy. And... horny... if I'm lucky...
Meg: EW!!!! Piccolo!!
Piccolo: *throws Gero outside as well*
Gero: Aww...
Yamcha: *snickers*
Tien: And the competition is eliminated.... *grin*
Piccolo: *grab Tien and Yamcha and throws them outside*
Tien & Yamcha: Aww...
Chaozu: Tien! Wait! *runs after him*
Meg: *walks over to the turkey case with M*
Lissa: *is standing in front of the turkey case with Alex*
Meg: *grins* Hey Alex, did you find more oreos?
Alex: *mutters something about Chichi*
Lissa: Alright... For the coup de grace. Which turkey do we pick?
Meg: Hon, I think you mean how many turkeys do we pick.
Lissa: *sighs* Yeah... Hey, we'll take 6 turkeys.
Meat person: Okay. *grabs 6 big turkeys and hands two over to Lissa, two to Meg, and one each to Alex and M*
Alex: *makes her one arm into a shopping cart* Load 'em up.
After some last-minute searching for some shopping items, everybody heads back to the RR.
Lissa: Hmm... That kitchen isn't big enough! *snaps her fingers and the kitchen doubles its width*
Meg: *eats a chocolate-covered cherry* Heehee... yummy ^^
Ashka: O.O Meg! You didn't SAVE me any?!
Meg: ...Um....oops.
Meg: Haha OM.
Ashka: >.O You're coming to cook! Now! *grabs OM and drags her into the kitchen*
Meg: Noooooo!! *disappears into the enlarged kitchen*
Lissa: *stands in the triple-size doorway of the kitchen* Come on come on, all the women into the kitchen!
Alex: *walks into the kitchen*
Lissa: Er... Yeah, I guess Alex counts....
Sean: Go on Ken, get in the kitchen
Kenny: Why would I do that, Sean? You're the drag queen here, not me.
Pasha: *gasp* Sean's a DRAG QUEEN?! Omigod! *stares at Sean*
Sean: Er... No! No I'm not!
Videl: Well Sean, if you want to be a woman so badly you better get in the kitchen and start cooking.
Gohan: *pokes Videl* YOU should be in there too.
Videl: >.O Know what Gohan, I'll make you a special muffin. Just for you. *walks into the kitchen* Get me the crappiest muffin you can find!
Chichi: ....Why?
Videl: I have to spit in it and give it to Gohan.
Meg: Spit muffin! Woooo!
Gohan: *sweatdrops*
Goten: Don't feel so bad Gohan.
Gohan: Thanks Goten. You reminded me of how unfortunate you are.
Goten: Argh. >_<
Gokou: Where'd everybody go?
Trunks: ...All the girls are in the kitchen.
Goten: ...Nobody out here but us guys.
Trunks & Goten: You know what that means!
All Guys: WRESTLING!!! *flip the TV on and crank the volume*
Ah, wrestling. Men wearing skimpy clothing while groping other men. The sport of dominance. Woohoo.
Kenny: Augh... The training part of this show sucks.
Gohan: Yeah, the trainer is such a loser.
Trainer on TV: "Get down lower! Keep your stances LOW! You look like a couple turtles making love -- awkwardly!"
Sean: *rolls his eyes* What a retard.
Piccolo: No kidding. Who thinks of awkward turtles making love? Seriously.
Guys: *snicker*
Meg: *sneaks out of the kitchen and stands behind the guys* ..... Wha? *stares at the TV* WRESTLING?!? Omigod!
Lissa: *looks out of the kitchen* MEG! GET BACK HERE!
Meg: THEY'RE WATCHING WRESTLING!
Pasha: Trunks! Stop watching the men in skimpy clothes grunt and try to fight!
Trunks: But Pashi!
Ashka: Yeah Pash, that's not very nice. Vejita IS his father after all.
Meg: *gasp*
Meg: That was a GOOD one!
Vejita: YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!! *charges Ashka*
Lissa: NO! No fighting! Cooking!
Bulma: *smacks Vejita with a frying pan*
Chichi: *nods* Every time I see someone hit someone else with a frying pan... *sniffle* It makes me so proud...
Lissa: Good work Bulma. Okay everybody, back to cooking!
Women: *go back in the kitchen*
Inside the kitchen
Meg: Yo, OM! Pass me a knife.
Meg: *flicks a knife at M*
Meg: WAH! *ducks and the knife gets stuck in the wall*
Meg: Oops. ^^;;;;;
An hour later...
Ashka: Hey Lissa, can I cook something?
Lissa: How about....you make the salad? Pleeaaase!
Ashka: Oh....Okay. ^.^ *goes to do so*
Pasha: *making stuffing* Heh... Nice work Liss.
Lissa: *flashes a thumbs-up at Pasha*
Ashka: I need a knife, for the carrots.
Meg: *picks up a knife*
Ashka: NO!! *runs over and takes the knife* Thanks.
Meg: ...Eh heh. ^^;
Alex: Somebody pass me the thing you squeeze to put the stuff on the turkey.
Chichi: Baster?
Alex: Yeah. That thing.
Chichi: Ask for it. >.O
Alex: ....Can I have the baster?
Chichi: *shrugs* I don't have it, ask Videl for it.
Alex: Ah >.O Videl, can you pass the baster?
Videl: Hm? Oh sure. *tosses the baster to Alex*
Alex: Thanks.
Meg: What are you supposed to put on the turkey with the baster?
Meg: You don't know? ^^ It's the... 'drippings' off the turkey.
Meg: ..... The.... the turkey drippings?
Alex: *basting the 6 turkeys* For lack of a better term, yes.
