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When you're cooking for Thanksgiving,
timing is everything.
You want to wait till that perfect moment
when the center is warm
and the edges are crispy and golden-brown.
I might have left it in too long.
So, we're finally eating that?
We're almost that poor, but not yet.
No, this is my Thanksgiving tradition.
I heat the quilt in the oven till it's warm enough
for the sweet potatoes to go in, and then the warm quilt
helps my stiff neck.
When you have a 30-year-old pillow, you need that.
And a 50-year-old neck.
Okay, it's Thanksgiving. Pace yourself.
Once we get to Janet's, we have to look like
the happiest married couple on Earth.
That would be a lot easier to do if we weren't at Janet's.
Hey, it's not my first choice, either,
but it's closest to mom and dad's,
so that's where we're doing it.
Get these away from me.
Look at this. Did you charge $4.75
to some place called RNJ?
RNJ?
- Yeah. - That doesn't ring a bell.
What day was it?
November 7th. What were you doing that day?
I don't know. What do we do every day?
Probably watching TV.
Are you sure it wasn't yours?
Not mine.
This seems like one of those fraud things
where they steal your number and do some little
test charge before they go wild
and buy a bunch of flat screen TVs.
I had better call the credit-card company.
This could take a while, so I don't know
if I'm gonna be able to make it to Janet's for dinner.
Nice try. You're going.
Keyshawn, your potato is ready. Your potato is ready, Keyshawn.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving potato.
And come back tomorrow for our leftover turkey sandwich potato.
It's bread, turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes
inside a day-old potato.
Uh, Sue, someone needs to clean the bathroom.
The plug-in air freshener's
fighting a losing battle in there.
You know, this sounds like a job for the new guy.
Why, yes! I believe you're right!
Oh, new guy!
Um, Axl, the bathroom has to be cleaned once an hour.
Didn't you read the manual?
And you didn't de-crust the cheese nozzle.
Now we have to use the real cheese.
Yeah, I'm not doing that.
When I was asked to work here, it was put
into my contract that I do not have to do gross stuff.
Ow!
No, you were not asked to work here.
You begged to work here
because you got fired from being a bus driver.
And we all have to do gross stuff, Axl.
Everything here is gross.
Well, looks like Axl's gonna luck out
'cause our shift's over.
Great. Let's hit that tip jar and get out of here.
Okay, Axl, before you get your paws on it,
the way it works is we split the tips evenly,
and if it doesn't come out even,
we rotate who gets the extra penny.
Oh, if that's a prayer, I'm gonna be so pissed.
"Happy Thanks-taking.
We took your tips."
I'm filled with ire, but I love this guy's handwriting.
You sure we're in the right parking lot?
Yeah, yeah, I told the kids to meet us outside
the abandoned Penney's.
Or did I say the abandoned Sears?
What about the abandoned Wet Seal?
No, that's been gone a while.
They turned it into a Claire's Boutique,
and now it's a Marine recruiting center.
Well, they'll find us.
Oh, by the way, I called the credit-card company
and had them take that $5 charge off.
It turns out that RNJ is just the parent company
of some coffee place called the Golden Bean.
And I told them, "We don't drink fancy coffee,
so that couldn't be us."
Oh, yeah. That was me.
What? I thought we agreed
we'd only have coffee at home, at school events,
and at Jiffy Lube.
Look, I was stressed from taking care of my mom
and I passed a coffee place and I said,
"I want a damn coffee."
Yeah, that's how I said it in my head.
I said "damn." That's how much I wanted it.
It was a one-time thing, okay?
Don't you ever want to treat yourself?
I don't see the point.
You get used to nice things,
and then you got to come back to this.
All right, listen up.
First of all, Happy Thanksgiving.
Secondly, great work today.
Thirdly, somebody's fired.
- Yeah. What?! - What?!
Mm-hmm. Yeah.
So, uh, you may have noticed
I haven't been around much lately.
Turns out my trip to New York to audition for "SNL"
did not go as planned.
I guess my aunt riding up the elevator
with Bobby Moynihan isn't exactly the "in"
I thought it was.
Anywhoo, I'm gonna be around more,
so we don't need as many minimum-wage employees.
Now, I've been agonizing over who to fire,
when I thought, "Wait, I can't do this.
You guys are family."
So figure it out amongst yourselves.
- How was work? - Oh, my gosh, Mom,
you are not gonna believe this.
Edwin said we have to decide amongst ourselves
which one of us is gonna be fired.
How are we supposed to do that? Who's it gonna be?
- Sue. - Sue.
What?! No! I'm the one who found Spudsy's.
I've been there for years. It's like family.
Okay, then Brick's got to go.
- Why me? - Uh, for starters,
I can see over the counter.
Stop moving the step stool.
Look, I'm a college graduate.
I need a paying job in order to contribute around the house.
Sue just needs to go shopping at Forever Dork, and Brick,
instead of using his money to buy friends,
blows it all on "Planet Nowhere" figurines,
thus continuing his cycle of friendlessness.
Look, as soon as you get another job, you're gonna quit anyway.
Why not just quit now?
I can't get a job unless I have a job.
Nobody wants to hire someone who's not working.
But you don't know anything.
You keep over-storing the sour cream,
which makes it separate back into liquid and powder.
Brick's always stealing the plastic forks!
Mom tells me to do that!
Mom, you get it, right?
Axl should resign.
No, no, no, no. Don't drag me into this.
It's never a good idea for a parent to take sides.
I love all of my children equally.
I'd fire Brick.
- Mike! - What?
Sue was there first, and Axl has a point.
He's an adult, and he needs a job.
Ha! In your face!
Well, I guess it's over. Dad decided.
No, no, not, "Dad decided."
I distinctly remember Edwin saying we have to decide
amongst ourselves, and Edwin's our boss.
At least until he's the new cast member on "SNL."
Ohh, he really is good.
He does a spot-on George the security guard.
"Mall's closing in 10 minutes!"
Well, you have to be there.
- Do I have to be here? - No, Brick's right.
Edwin left it up to us.
All in favor of Sue quitting, raise your hand.
- Mm. - The people have spoken.
- Sue is out. - Uh, you can't do that.
I can't, and I did.
That doesn't make any sense!
Your face doesn't make any sense.
Oh, shut up, shut up your stupid mouth!
All right, that's enough!
Why is it every time you people get in the car,
you have to start fighting?
- We don't always fight. - Yes, we do.
- No, we don't! - I'm pretty sure we do.
Remember last time when I put my foot in your face?
- Ugh! - Or was it the other foot?
Ugh! Or maybe it wasn't feet.
Maybe it was my butt!
- Don't! - Ohh!
Don't! Oh, you like that?
Oh, my God! Fine! You want a butt in the face?
How about I put my butt in your face, huh?!
Hello? Feel free to jump in with some parenting.
All right, stop it! Stop it! Put your butts in your seats!
Your dad can't drive with all this racket!
If Dad doesn't want to drive, I'll drive.
No, Brick, you're not allowed. Remember the cow incident?
Yeah, but that was a year ago.
Honey, we would let you, but you have to be 16.
I turned 16 three weeks ago.
- Oh. - ? Happy birthday to... ?
Save it.
Come on. Let me drive.
Sorry, buddy. We don't do that on trips.
Yes, we do. Sue got to drive.
I don't remember what trip we were on,
but I know she got to drive.
I believe that was the one where you made us take
a side trip to see your Internet hillbilly girlfriend.
Oh, right!
I wonder if she's still single.
Anyway, I guess you're right. I don't have to drive.
Mom and Dad can just take me everywhere I need to go
for the rest of my life.
Hey, this isn't fair.
Why am I the one that's stuck in the mid...
Should I put down seven or eight seconds for my driving log?
I don't know. My heart stopped at four.
Oh, tollbooth.
Okay, let's see. I got $1.20.
How much do you need?
60 cents. All right.
Hey, give me the extra 60 cents, too.
- Why? - Well, it's Thanksgiving.
I think I'll do something nice
and pay for the car behind us.
Aw, that's sweet!
We're gonna pay for the car behind us.
Hey. It was my idea.
I was gonna say that.
Tell them we said, uh, Happy Thanksgiving.
- That was all you, baby. - Yeah.
Isn't your dad sweet?
- That was so nice. - Hi!
- Let's see. - Oh! Oh!
They're coming through. They're coming through!
They're through. They're speeding up.
- Here they come! - They want to say thanks.
Aw!
That was not the reaction I expected.
I know. They were just plain rude.
It makes you not want to do anything nice for people.
I mean, I know it was just 60 cents,
but you could at least give a wave.
I just think it's sad 'cause it's like,
"What are you teaching your kids?"
The message is, "Go do drugs, kids, 'cause it doesn't matter."
Yeah, and Brick could have really used
that 60 cents 'cause he doesn't have a job.
Whoa, I'm below empty.
Better pull in up here.
Wait, is this the car with the broken gas gauge?
No, that's your car. This is the one where
the needle broke off the speedometer
and fell down into the crack where I can't get it out.
Sorry, uh, it's declined.
Okay, well, thanks for the 20 minutes on hold
and being no help.
Turns out 'cause I called in
the fraudulent charge which wasn't fraudulent,
they canceled the card, and they're sending us a new one.
So, when's it arriving?
A drone's delivering it any minute.
- Hmm. - Oh, for God's sake,
it's coming on Monday.
I'm starving. Where's the blue bag?
Did you bring the blue bag?
The new blue bag is yellow, and I have no idea where it is.
I don't get it. I had 30 bucks in here, and now it's gone.
Oh, I took it.
What? Why?
I mailed Cindy $30 to get back with me.
Brick, if Cindy comes back to you because you paid her,
she's basically a prostitute.
Well, yes, but she's my prostitute.
Frankie, how much cash you got?
Where's my wallet? Oh, shoot.
At the last minute, I switched to a cross-body purse.
See? This is a cross-body.
I wanted it to look nice to impress Janet.
Cross-bodies are cuter and younger-looking
- because cross-bodies... - Stop saying "cross-bodies"!
Axl, Sue, Brick, what do you got?
I spent all I had on Cindy.
I was really counting on that tip money that got stolen.
Yeah, I don't carry a wallet when I'm around you guys.
You made me go on this trip, which technically means
I'm a child, and right now this child could seriously
use some chips and a cold beer.
Look, is there any way you could kind of just spot us
5 bucks for gas.
We're only going another 40 miles,
and we're coming back on the same route on Sunday,
so we can pay you back then.
We're going to her sister's house, and we all hate going.
We don't hate going. It's just...
She's just challenging.
I would like to help you out, but I can't.
Okay, well, um, what about this?
What if we leave something of value
and... and swap it out for cash on the way back?
Good idea. What do we have?
- Uh, half an ice scraper. - Half a shovel in the trunk.
Hey, hey, hey, look, I don't own the place.
I just work here.
They have rules and cameras.
That fish is one.
If I don't do everything by the book, I could lose my job.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me. I couldn't help overhearing your conversation,
and it being Thanksgiving and all,
do you mind if I just cut in front of you
and pay for these?
Excuse me.
So, what do we do now?
Well, Janet can't come and rescue us
'cause she's got to help with Mom.
What about the Donahues?
We're not gonna ask the neighbors to drive two hours
on Thanksgiving to give us gas money.
I'd like to keep the sliver of dignity I have left.
Oh, my God, you guys, do you see that sign over there?
"Road maintained by Dan Quayle"?
What? No, no, no, no, no. Farther down.
The mall sign. There's a Spudsy's-on-the-Go!
I bet they'll help us out.
It says in the manual we're all a big family.
Yeah.
Okay, go. See what you can do.
I'm gonna call the credit-card people again.
And, Frankie, if you see a nice trucker,
hike up your pants and show them your non-bruised leg.
Non-bruised.
Hi! Okay, I know this sounds crazy,
but we are Spudsy's employees, and we're really in a jam.
And we're getting paid on Wednesday.
So, is there any way you could call corporate
and see if we could get an advance on our checks?
Yeah, I'm not doing that.
- Ohh. - What?
Why not?
We're from the Orson branch.
Our manager is Edwin.
Yeah? What's his last name?
He's very funny.
He does a great impression of George the security guard.
"Mall closin' in 10 minutes!"
Look, I promise we work here.
Our uniforms are in the car.
Can we just borrow like $5 from your tip jar?
You really want to prove you work here?
We all signed a pledge never to reveal the ingredients
of Spudsy's secret sauce.
Tell me what they are, and I'll give you what's in the jar.
Okay, um...
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, I'm blanking.
Why am I blanking?
Brick! Help!
Uh...
I know it.
And if I get it right,
I get to be the one who keeps the job,
and you two losers get to fight it out amongst yourselves.
- I'll take that bet. - Me too.
He doesn't even know the state bird.
Oh.
Basil, oil, onions, garlic, emulsifier,
ranch dressing.
The cardinal.
That's correct.
Oh, yeah!
I gets to keep a minimum-wage job.
Ooh!
Now this guy's saying that to get access
to your account, he has to know your favorite movie.
Oh, gosh, it's either "Wizard of Oz"
or "Overboard."
It's funny... If you would just sit down and watch it.
Mom! Dad! We got money!
I just hope it's enough.
Wow, where'd you get all that?
Well, I was able to procure 35 cents
from a fellow potato engineer's tip jar.
And the rest we got from the mall fountain,
at least until the security guard kicked us out.
He wasn't as funny as George,
not the way Edwin does him, anyway.
And I know it's bad to steal from a fountain,
so I threw a penny back in and wished for God
to forgive us for taking the money.
One, two, three...
Oh, hey, guys, when we're sitting around
the table saying what we're thankful for,
nobody say stealing from mall fountains.
Aunt Janet doesn't need to know that.
That's okay.
I already got something else to be thankful for.
I have secured my position as a Spudsy's employee.
I was able to recite all the ingredients
of the secret sauce... something that two giant
Spudsy nerds could not do.
I still don't know how you did it.
Um, 'cause I'm smart. The first letter
of all the ingredients... basil, onions, oil, garlic,
emulsifier, ranch dressing... spell "booger."
Ohh!
And then there were two.
Of course that's how you did it.
You are such a child, Axl.
Unlike you, I am an adult, and I will defend my job
in an adult manner... you butt!
Not me. You choked 'cause you're a choker.
Choker!
Am I getting in your head? Huh? Am I getting in your head?
Can you guys stop fighting for two seconds?
Mike, the car from the tollbooth's ahead.
Catch up to them.
Catch up to them? Why?
I don't know. Maybe they didn't see us before.
I mean, somebody paid their toll.
That doesn't happen every day.
- Eh. - Yeah, no, no, no.
Go give them a little honk.
- No. - Yeah, go do it.
No! Get... get...
- What are you doing? - No, listen,
this is gonna be great.
Oh, my God. Did you see that?
That was so mean.
What is wrong with the world?
You pay somebody's toll, and that's how they repay you?
Yeah, the world's a rough place now.
In my day, people would go out of their way to help you.
They'd stop what they were doing and... and...
and give you a push to the service station.
If you needed gas, they'd give you some gas,
send you on your way.
You'd pay them back when you could.
Maybe with a dozen eggs or something.
I know! What is going on?
Like that stinky mall person stealing our tip-jar money.
I'm not surprised.
Everybody is stealing now... tip-jar money, identities.
That's why credit-card companies assume fraud,
and in order to get into your account,
you have to remember that "Overboard"
is your favorite movie.
It's good!
I'll bet Cindy never even got the letter I sent her.
Obviously, the mailman took it and stole the money.
But as the weird kid,
I don't find human cruelty as surprising as you guys do.
You know, I am almost always on mankind's side,
but right now mankind is making it real hard
to stand up for it.
Well, you better get used to it
'cause that's the world we're living in.
All right, all right, all right, let's...
let's not go down this rabbit hole.
It's Thanksgiving, and we still have a lot
of things to be thankful for.
Name one.
Oh, I'm starving!
We should have bought chips at that station.
Oh, that's right. Honk. Why didn't we think of that?
That'll get a jack-knifed semi out of the way.
Seriously, my stomach is eating itself.
Ohh, come on, Brick.
You know I deserve the job more.
Just give up and quit.
No, you quit.
Ugh!
Okay, I'll make you a deal.
The first one to throw one of these little paper balls
and get it to stick in Dad's hair wins the job.
Deal?
I'm in.
Knock it off.
Okay.
Good news is nobody got hurt.
The bad news... We are gonna be stuck in this forever.
But guess who I saw about six cars up.
A chip delivery truck?
The tollbooth jerks.
No! Were they mean?
Did they apologize?
No, they acted like nothing even happened.
- Idiots. - Slime balls.
- Meanies. - Par for the course.
Yep, this turned out to be a great Thanksgiving.
World... one. Hecks... zero.
That's it!
What's she doing?
What are you...?
There's no way we're making it to Janet's, so I'm eating.
Mmm! Mmm!
- Mine! - Oh, hi.
No, I just saw that you were eating,
and, you know, I've got some stuffing.
Clearly, I'm not making it to my cousin's for Thanksgiving,
so I thought you might want some.
Oh! Wow! Thank you!
And by "mine," I meant mine to share.
These are my famous twice marshmallowed sweet potatoes.
Here. Help yourself.
Thank you. Don't mind if I do.
Hey. Are we sharing food?
I've got rolls.
Oh, thanks!
Ooh, stuffing!
I've got cranberry sauce. Would anybody like some?
Yeah!
Thanks. Um, okay, I'm sorry.
I just have to say something.
You're bringing over cranberries after you flipped us off?
Wait, that was you?
Oh, we were scared because you were chasing us
and honking and driving erratically.
We were afraid it was a road-rage thing,
what with the way the world is these days.
No, we're not road ragers.
We're Good Samaritans.
We just wanted to see your reaction
after we paid your toll.
What?
You didn't pay our toll. We paid it.
Uh, no, we did.
We told the tollbooth guy,
"We're paying for us and the car behind us."
- He didn't tell you? - No, we just paid him.
But that's so sweet of you to pay our toll.
Thank you.
Sort of restores my faith in mankind.
Oh, it's nothing. Happy to do it.
We're not in it for the thanks.
You got to try my sweet potatoes.
Oh, okay.
I don't know.
Maybe there is a lot wrong with the world,
but there's a lot right with it, too.
Okay, Brick, I think I have a way to settle
this Spudsy's thing once and for all.
Whoever gets the big side
of the wishbone gets to keep the job.
The little side quits.
Fair?
Fair.
Congratulations, Brick.
You won fair and square.
I'll turn in my uniform on Monday
and erase my name from the schedule.
That's why we write it in pencil.
Wait, Sue, don't do that.
I'm the one who should quit.
What? Why?
It means more to you than it does to me.
Plus I keep licking the potatoes.
They're gonna catch me eventually,
so I might as well quit now.
It started out 'cause they were salty,
but then it became this thing where
I convinced myself that if I didn't lick them,
Mom and Dad would die.
Brick, you can't lick the potatoes.
Man, you are such a weirdo.
Call me weird, but I've got two living parents.
I mean, sure, it's easy to stay in your car
and complain about what's wrong with the world,
but the truth is when you get down to it,
we all want the same thing... to get where we're going
to be with the people we love.
So if you get out of your car and actually talk to folks,
you realize we're all in it together,
and maybe the world is just one spontaneous
tailgate Thanksgiving away from all getting along.
This time of year makes me think of
all the Thanksgivings we've shared.
Aah!
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