♪ One, two... One, two three, four ♪
♪ La, la, la, la la, la, la, la ♪
♪ Na na na na na na na na ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪
Look at you, Nance.
Hosting your first Green family Thanksgiving dinner.
Well, now that I'm living in the country,
I'd like to start my own tradition.
You got that salt?
You know, I'm really proud of you.
It took me years of practice before I could make
a big holiday meal all by myself.
Bill, give me the salt!
Yes, ma'am.
Sorry, but this needs to be perfect.
I don't wanna disappoint anyone.
You'll be fine, kid,
as long as you don't mess up the mac and cheese.
What? No.
It's the stuffing she's really gotta worry about.
No more backseat cooking.
Don't worry, Nance.
I'll make sure nothing gets in the way of your success.
Huh?
♪ Come to Crickey ♪
Oh! Oh, boy.
I hooked a big one.
Cricket, please, no more hijinks.
If one thing goes wrong,
your mom's gonna have a meltdown!
Hear ye, hear ye.
Did she just make a kazoo sound with her mouth?
She's got a real one around her neck.
It is time to proceed outside
for our annual Thanksgiving family field game fun.
Aw. An easy little kid's game.
Ha! Easy?
You ain't never played a Tilly game before.
Whoa!
Gramma has appointed me game master this year.
And, uh, rather than play our usual game
of corn pole...
I have invented an amusing new game.
Hobble, Gobble, Go!
I have hidden a multitude
of these dashing, gentle turkeys in our woods.
Whoever finds the most, wins.
This will be a piece of cake.
Nick Mulligan never loses.
Au contraire, Grandpa pere.
This is a complex game with many rules,
the first of which is that all players
must tie their ankles together.
Wait, what?
Oof!
Hence, the "hobble" in Hobble, Gobble, Go!
Try to keep up.
Let the games begin!
Just use the kazoo.
Whoa!
This is harder than it looks, right, Cricket?
Cricket.
I knew it!
Hijinks!
Ho-ho-ho!
You thought you could slip one over on Big Pa.
But there is no way I'm gonna let you
ruin your mother's da--
Ah!
Hot! Oh, dear--
Need towel.
Uh, what's...
Towel, towel, oh.
Huh?
Cricket, could you at least finish your bite before you--
That was crazy.
Oh, no!
Cricket, look what you did!
Oh, no.
This was 100% on you, "Big Pa".
Oh, flim-flamit, you're right.
I ruined Nancy's holiday meal.
She's gonna come after me!
Then she'll come after you.
And then she'll come after me again.
Pull yourself together, man.
Mom's not gonna know this ever happened,
because I'm gonna help you cover it up.
Cover it up?
The whole meal is ruined.
It's too big to cover up.
Oh, yeah? Did you notice anything strange
about the meal we had three Thanksgivings ago?
No.
- Then it can be done. - Wait, what?
And I'm the morally flexible fella
who will show you how to do it.
What do you say, Dad? You in?
You mean will I team up with my son
to deceive my ex-wife in order to save Thanksgiving?
Bingo-bango.
Fine, I'm in.
But I'm only doing this
to make your mom's first Thanksgiving a success.
Then we'd better hurry.
Because we've only got till the end of Tilly's game
to make it look like this never happened.
Here's how we're gonna do this.
Step one. Clean the scene of the crime.
Salvage the sides,
and reheat them to remove any trace of wrongdoing.
Step two. Wash away any evidence from our clothes.
We'll wear silly clothes in the meantime.
Why do they need to be silly?
'Cause it makes me laugh.
Step three. Get rid of the body.
Bye-bye, birdie.
Now we just gotta find a new turkey
and you'll be home free.
Come on, Dad.
I feel so dirty.
Let's see.
Paper turkey. Paper turkey.
Ah, gotcha.
One down.
Ha! I'm on my sixth turkey already.
This game is a hoot and a half!
I need to step it up,
but these stupid ropes are in the way.
No one's gonna notice
if I just slip 'em off for a bit.
Foul!
Player must face retribution.
What? Where did you come from?
Tilly sees all.
As per the game's rules,
I must now take away your shoes.
What? How do you keep doing that?
My granddaughter is the best game master ever,
and you'll do what she says.
Good luck, Grandpa.
Stupid rules.
Ah! Fell on my keys.
Dang it. I knew they'd be sold out of turkeys.
That was our best chance
of finding a replacement, Cricket.
What are we supposed to do?
Calm down. We just need a plan B.
Oh, hiya, Cricket.
Hiya, Bill.
Oh. Hey, Wayne, Patti.
I know how it looks.
A baker buying store-bought pies,
but I needed a day off, so sue me.
Okay!
Cool it.
Uh, you two wouldn't, uh, know where we could find
a turkey around here, would ya?
Not this late. All the farms are sold out.
You know, the only turkey I can think of
was that wild one we spotted, coming into town.
Pretty big one at that.
And...
what road did you see him on?
Oh, [chuckles] the big one.
He means the highway.
- Wow. Great. - Okay.
Great to see you guys.
- Go, go, go! - Come on, come on, go!
Here, turkey, turkey.
I know you're out there. Ha!
It's in that field!
Dad, quick, pull over.
Nice and quiet.
Look at him. An apex predator
equipped with sharp talons
and even sharper wits.
Cricket, this is crazy.
Maybe we should give up and just tell Nancy the truth.
What are you more afraid of?
Being attacked by a wild animal, or Mom?
You're right. Let's get that turkey.
Three, two...
Okay, kid, I've been playing for a while,
and my feet are killing me.
Can I have my shoes back?
Sorry, Grandpa, but the rules say
that any shoes that have been removed
must immediately be filled with cement.
What? That's it.
Sorry, Tilly. I'm officially done with this game.
Suit yourself.
Although I must inform you,
after your recent haul of turkeys,
you were in a dead heat with Gramma for first place.
Wait. You're saying I'm one mere turkey away
from lording my victory over Alice for a year?
I don't care how kooky this made-up game is.
I'm petty enough to win it,
shoes or no shoes.
Ow! Yow! Ow!
- He's so fast. - Hurry.
Grab him before he gets away.
- Ow! Ow! - Ah! Ow!
Dang it.
We were so close to pulling this plan off.
Oh, my gosh. That almost smells like...
a turkey!
Dad, we're saved!
Cricket, what are you doing?
That's Trey and Tracy's house.
They're back. Hide!
It sure is good to be home.
Wait a minute.
Something ain't right.
That's better.
Oh, Trey. You and your feng shui.
- Phew. - Cricket.
We are not stealing from our neighbors.
I can't do this anymore.
But, Dad, we can still save Mom's dinner.
It's too late for that, son.
I should've never gone along
with your morally flexible plan.
I'm going to confess.
- Dad, no! - I said I'm going to confess!
Mmm.
Tilly, I did it.
I can't feel my feet anymore... Whoa!
But I found me a whole slew of turkeys.
Oh, my. We have a winner!
I played by Till's ridiculous rules,
and I still won.
She's using the real kazoo and everything.
Grandpa Mulligan,
I crown thee the Top Turkey.
- Can it be? - Say again?
I must institute the Grand Gobble Rule.
The what now?
If a turkey appears,
it automatically wins the game.
Huh? How is that fair?
The turkey didn't even play.
He didn't have to.
On Thanksgiving, turkeys are winners
just by being themselves.
Great game, Tilly.
Oh, shoot.
I need to get my turkey outta the oven. Come on, Dad.
Wait. Nancy, I gotta tell you something.
Not now. I gotta finish getting dinner ready, and--
What in the--
No, Nancy, I can explain.
Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. Hope you're hungry.
Oh, wow. Bill, this is incredible.
Well, hey, everyone!
Cricket, how did you do this?
Eh, it was a bit of a gamble,
but so is any good Cricket hijink.
First, I stole Trey and Tracy's turkey,
knowing they would chase me here
and probably wanna stay for dinner.
Stealing our food, bad.
Eating your food, good.
- Trey happy. - Well said.
And where'd you get this?
Patti and Wayne. I saw them driving by
and remembered they had dessert,
so I threw my body in the road.
And voila!
And I brought milk.
Good Ol' Joe.
This is so nice.
A potluck really takes the pressure off.
Maybe this could be our tradition from now on.
Honestly, I'm kinda glad.
I was so stressed out.
If one thing went wrong, I was gonna snap!
Do you want white or dark meat?
Eh?
Friends and family?
I've invented a new game
for us all to play after dinner.
It's called Apple Grapple Pie.
Ooh, an easy little kid's game.
Ha! You ain't never played a Tilly game before, have ya?
Your mom's dinner is a success,
and I couldn't have done it without you.
Does this mean you'll be my partner in crime more often?
Aw, son. Not a chance.
But today, more than ever,
I sure am thankful for you, Cricket.
Happy Thanksgiving.