OK, just need to make this look like that.
What? Don't think I can handle preparing
the whole Thanksgiving meal by myself?
Well we'll see about that. I am prepped.
All right. I've never dressed a turkey before.
But you're going to look so cute when we're finished.
Etta, watch it!
Hey, girl.
Hey.
So I know Raffa wants us to have our duo name
before his big social media push,
and I've been wracking my brain.
But with all the Thanksgiving festivities,
I got nothing.
You?
Nope. I've got turkey on the brain.
It's literally all I can think about because...
Your most favorite person on the whole planet,
your Grandma Vi,
is coming to your house for Thanksgiving?
Oh, have I mentioned that once or twice?
I'd round it up to 1,000.
I just really want to make it sp--
Make it special. And you will.
You know, I did take an online cooking course called
"How to Sh-Sh-Shake Up Your Stuffing."
So I could help you out.
Maybe stir and measure some ingredients?
Or you could just chill, Dad. I've got this.
Yeah, you do.
Barbie, look out!
Woah!
Close one.
We're setting up our annual turkey trot obstacle course.
Check it out.
You know, most families just celebrate the day
by eating way too much turkey
and falling asleep watching football.
Huh. Not this family.
Hi, Brooklyn. I've won three years in a row.
But this year belongs to me.
Wooooah!
Whew.
Everyone's been working on their skills.
So it's anybody's race.
Between you and me they don't stand a chance.
This is my year!
Go get em, girl.
Woah!
I had no idea how tricky prepping a turkey is.
Or how slippery.
You're braver than us.
My mom decided we'd skip making the turkey ourselves this year.
She ordered one online.
Locally sourced, organic, the works.
Barbie! On your left.
Oop!
Well if dodging obstacles is the goal,
you've got this in the bag.
Woop.
This? This is nothing.
You should see what we do for Christmas.
I better go.
Things are getting haywire over here.
You're going to do great. Call you later.
Chelsea, step away from the bale!
See? Dressed and looking good.
Etta!
You sure you don't need any help, baby-girl?
Thanks, Dad, but...
I know, you so got it.
And I can't wait to get some of that sweet potato pie.
My favorite.
No tasting before the meal.
And I've got it all taken care of
so you, Mom, and especially Grandma can relax.
Please, Dad. Chill.
All right, all right. But if I'm going to chill,
I'm going to chill so hard this whole house will turn to ice.
-Oh!
They're here.
What you waiting for, Christmas?
Come on and give your Granny Vi some sugar.
Mm-mm!
Will you just look at this beautiful young lady.
What have you done with my little puddin'?
I think she's still in here somewhere.
This way, Mother Dear. Your luxurious chamber awaits.
Mom, since you're taking a break
from hosting Thanksgiving this year,
Barbie's preparing the meal.
Which means all of the grown folks can relax.
Right, and I'm on a tight schedule
so I'd better get back to it.
Oh, I'd be happy to lend a hand.
Huh? Wait, what?
Needs more nutmeg and cinnamon.
But I put exactly how much the recipe said.
Ha. That should do it.
Granny Vi, the whole reason I wanted to make this meal
was so you didn't have to lift a finger.
Please relax.
I promise I've got everything planned down to the last detail.
Let me let you in on a little secret, puddin'.
Plans are well and good
but they mostly ruin life's surprises.
Now pass me the oregano.
What? She's my mom. I can't argue with her.
Ah, that must be the turkey delivery.
Can someone grab the door?
I got it, Mom!
Hi there. Got your turkey.
Oh.
I think you've got the wrong house.
Well, you ordered
a sustainable, locally farmed free-range turkey.
Yeah?
Well, here it is. His name is Franklin.
On the drive over
your mom filled me in on your new school
and your singing duo with your friend,
the other Barbie Roberts.
Ha! What are the odds?
You know, your old granny was quite the performer in her day.
Really?
When I was growing up in Harlem
my friends and I would enter all the local contests,
doing dances like the mashed potatoes and gravy.
Oh, that gives me a hankering.
Grab me some potatoes, puddin'.
But, Granny Vi, I've already prepped the side dishes.
Are you sure you don't want a nap after your long flight?
Nonsense.
Who comes back to the city that never sleeps to take a nap?
Hey, sweetie. Little word to the wise.
I learned long ago that when Granny Vi takes charge,
everyone else should just stand back.
Now who wants to start peeling?
See what I mean?
Uh-huh.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Thanks so much for your help.
The farm delivery company can't pick up the turkey
until tomorrow.
Tomorrow?!
Sorry, gang.
The mix-up was my fault.
Apparently I didn't read the fine print on the website.
It happens, Mom.
But what are we supposed to do with the live turkey?
Excuse me, with Franklin 'til then?
Uh, also everyone's cool
with not having turkey for Thanksgiving, right?
I mean we'll be having a turkey at Thanksgiving, but...
Everything will be okay, despite our unexpected...
...but welcomed guest.
The Roberts' Thanksgiving will go on as planned.
Other than the main dish, of course.
Stick with me.
I know where all the good snacks are.
Look like we got our turkey sitter.
Come on. I'll show you around.
This is the kitchen and this is the fridge.
Ooh. You've got to see the party room lights.
And my room.
Who names a turkey Franklin?
No idea.
Oh! Names! That reminds me.
Brooklyn and I still need a name for our duo.
Any thoughts?
Let's see.
Salt and Paprika? Toaster and Microwave?
Hmm. Maybe something not in the kitchen?
Oh. Two Girls in a Band.
Or something more unique?
Franklin?
Puppies, this is Franklin.
Franklin, these are the puppies.
Aww. They like you.
Good thing they like you.
I mean, "want to be friends with you" like you,
and not "want to eat you" like you.
There is nothing like the smell of hot water cornbread sizzling!
Hot water cornbread was also not on the menu.
Barbie, where'd I put our mixing spoon?
Here it is, Granny Vi. Excuse me for a second.
Help. You know I love my grandma,
but she's taking over the entire meal.
I'm sure she's just excited to cook with you.
I know, but the whole point was that I cook the meal for her.
How can I show her how much I love her if she won't let me?
I'm not sure I'm following that logic.
You know what I mean.
Okay, Franklin. What kind of snacks are you in the mood for?
Ooh, what about chocolate chip cookies?
Turkeys should definitely not be eating cookies.
Hold up.
Is that a live turkey?
Long story.
How are you able to handle an obstacle course
and a farm animal
but I can't control one rogue grandmother?
You can handle it.
You've just gotta loosen up your plans a little.
And look on the bright side.
At least your main course isn't running around the kitchen.
True. Can you call me every five minutes to remind me of that?
Sure.
Time to see a grandma about a turkey.
Looking good, guys.
-Perfect. -I love it.
What do you think, Chelsea?
Looks super cool.
And how cool is it that this year
the Turkey Trot is going to have a real turkey trotting around?
Uh, Chelsea? Where's the turkey?
Franklin!
I was so excited to come see how things are going
that I kind of forgot I was supposed to be watching him.
We gotta find Franklin!
Anybody got eyes on the turkey?!
-Ugh, not me -No luck.
-Nope. -Nowhere.
I found Franklin!
He's out here chasing Blissa!
Roberts, get that turkey.
I got him!
Ha!
Woah!
I don't got him.
He's heading for the turkey trot.
Go Franklin, go!
Woah!
And Franklin makes it through the hoops.
Woah!
Aaargh!
Ouch. That one hurt.
Woah!
Ugh!
Ah-ha!
Franklin, hurry!
Gotcha.
Yay, Franklin, you win!
How does it feel to be the Turkey Trot champion?
Sounds like our turkey is ready for its closeup.
Mom, let Barbie handle the turkey.
You haven't rested since you got here.
Mwah.
You may be grown, Kelvin Roberts,
but I can still send you to your room.
Now you be a good son and give your momma some elbow room.
I tried, baby-girl, but I think it's time I throw in the towel.
Loosen up the plan.
Beautiful.
Whew.
No, kitty, you can't have any. This birdie is for...
Woah!
Granny Vi!
No!
Turkey down!
Maybe we can salvage it?
My my, that has got to be the funniest thing
I've seen in years.
And remember, I've seen your dad dance.
Did you hear it splat?
Granny Vi, I just wanted to make this Thanksgiving
really nice for you.
And maybe I got too worked up about sticking to my plan.
But you always do so much for us.
This was my chance to return the love.
And now?
You have returned the love, puddin'.
Plans, shmans. They don't matter.
Well, sometimes they do, like when you're in a dance-off
with your arch rival Minnie Martin
and you're both scheduled to cut the rug
to Jolly Wolly Molly.
Somebody better have a plan.
But not with Thanksgiving.
The old idea that turkey makes the meal
is complete and utter hogwash.
It's really the company.
And of course the side dishes that matter.
Ooh, did somebody say side dishes?
Because your mom and I are starving.
What happened to the turkey?
The bird flew the coop.
But that's OK.
We just have to loosen up our plans
and make way for life's surprises.
That's my girl.
How about we plan to throw out the plans from here on out?
Deal.
Guess no one got the win they were hoping for
at this year's Turkey Trot.
Franklin did.
Oh-ho, I stand corrected.
And I think we all learned a valuable lesson today.
When life gives you a turkey, just let it run its course.
Uh-uh, buddy. You took my title.
There's no way I'm letting you take my pie too.
I suggest we have a turkey at, not for,
Thanksgiving every year.
I believe Franklin likes the sound of that.
Me too.
Hit by a moving van?
Like wham!
By now that turkey's probably moved into a nice studio
in the village.
By the way, thanks for all your advice.
Between you and Granny Vi
I can see how over planning can get in the way
of life's surprises.
Like a side dishes-only Thanksgiving.
Mm, so good.
Right? They're delicious.
And I've gotta say the whole live turkey mix-up was crazy,
even for my family.
But I'm going to miss Franklin.
Though I think he'll be happier
at the wildlife reserve we found for him.
Chelsea can't wait to take him tomorrow.
Franklin. A distinguished name for a turkey.
Hey, any progress on our duo name?
Nope, you?
Maybe we should use Granny Vi's philosophy
of going with the flow.
I'm sure the perfect name will come to us
when it's supposed to.
Hey, puddin'. Sorry to interrupt.
Just stopped by to give you a kiss goodnight.
Come on in.
Oh, look, it's the Barbies I've heard so much about.
I'll let you chat with your friend
without cramping your style.
Impossible.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Totally.
The Barbies has a nice ring to it.
It's so... us!
Chelsea, you forget something?
Oh, I have a turkey to catch.
Again.
See ya!
Franklin, get back here!