"Murdock will you pass the cranberry sauce…Murdock...earth to Murdock?!"
His head snapped up and he reached across in front of him, picking up the bowl.
"Sorry face man, I'm a little out of it today."
Face took the bowl from BA. "Little is an understatement…what's up? Your turkey too dry?"
Murdock smiled slightly. "No, it's your potatoes."
"Hey!" He replied, getting a little defensive.
Hannibal decided now would be a good time to interject. "Is it too much to ask to have a nice quiet thanksgiving meal just once?"
BA nodded in agreement.
"He started it Hannibal, you heard him insult my potatoes." Face pointed at Murdock, who let out a deep sigh.
"You started it by asking what was wrong…and I just answered truthfully… your potatoes."
Face pointed again. "See Hannibal, its him, it's not me."
"Children, children, I don't want to have to send you to your room… Face let it go…Murdock say you're sorry."
"Sorry Face, you're potatoes are great."
Face put his hands up. "See now he's lying Colonel."
Hannibal set down his fork in defeat. "I give up."
"I lie, you get mad, I don't lie you get mad."
"Don't patronize me Murdock."
"Doesn't take much." He replied rather quickly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What did it sound like to you?"
"Sounded like you just insulted me."
"Well it was either insult you or your potatoes, and since you seem to be so close to your potatoes…"
"They're sure better than your cream of tomato soup…which tasted more like rotted tomato soup if you ask me."
BA and Hannibal exchanged glances and within seconds, picked up their plates and were gone; just as Face tossed a bowl of tomato soup in Murdock's direction.
He wiped his face off with his napkin. "Oh yeah, well nothing goes better with bad tomato soup, than stinking rotten potatoes!" And with a swift move of his right hand, Murdock covered Face in his own creation.
Just outside the dining room, Hannibal switched on the football game, and BA poured them both a glass of wine as the commotion behind them continued.
"One big happy family eh BA?" Hannibal put a fork full of potatoes into his mouth and grimaced a bit.
"Sure is…"
Just then a slop of potatoes found its way onto the TV screen.
"Was!!!" With that BA got up and poured the rest of his bottle of wine over Murdock's head.
Hannibal simply wiped off the TV, and sat down again "One big happy family," he said quietly to himself. "One big happy family."