Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! How could I forget to write a thanks giving fic! What is wrong with me?! It's literally 11:45, so if it is short/ feels rushed/ or downright stinks… my sincerest apologies! If you leave a review and a virtual cookie I might improve and expand it ;)

11:46! Okay on with the story!


"Danny!"

"What is it Sam?" Danny yelled from the other room.

"Can you help us with something?" Sam poked her head into the living room.

"Ugh, Sam I'm in the middle of something!" Danny yelled without looking down.

"Danny, no one is going to inspect the walls for dust…come down!" Sam shot Danny a playful glare.

"I have a thermos… and you know I can AND will use it if necessary." Sam shook the thermos for emphasis. Danny floated back down with the vacuum. He put his hands up in surrender, knowing he wasn't going to win this battle. He transformed back into Fenton.

"What is it?" Danny sighed, even though he didn't mind. Sam just grabbed his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. When he got there, he saw Jazz with a Fenton bazooka, his dad with a Jack-O-Nine Tails, and his mom with her hood and goggles up, getting ready to open the oven.

"One…" Jack and Jazz readied their weapons.

"Two…" Danny realized why Sam wanted him here.

"Three!" Danny shot an absorbing shield around the now opened oven. It protected the Turkey from the mini explosion, but it contained the Turkey just in case it was a little…. Mutated.

When the smoke cleared, Danny saw that it was just a normal turkey, and dropped his shield. Everyone relaxed as Danny walked over to get oven mitts. He picked up the turkey and gave everyone but Sam an "Are you kidding me?" look. He put the tray down and walked upstairs.

This is Thanksgiving at the Fentons.


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 12:02! NO! Poop! I know this is pathetic… so I'm going to see if I can make a real one/ two- shot out of it wither tomorrow or Saturday. Okay. Ta ta for now!

And Happy Thanks Giving! :D

~Diana Phantom