A/N: Happy December, folks!

I wrote this for yet another TDRPU prompted writing event(this time its holiday-y stuff!). The prompt for today was turkeys. This is reliant on the cartoon logic in the show regarding animals.

I don't own Scott or Courtney.

Enjoy!

Scott rubbed his hands together as he walked out into the yard. A variety of large birds, all gobbling and meandering around, were present before him. He grinned and cracked his knuckles. "This'll be easy," he said to himself.

He had been basically forced by his long-term girlfriend, Courtney, to get a turkey for tomorrow. They lived together; that week she was hosting an event with some of her coworkers and friends, and had instructed Scott to find the biggest, freshest bird possible to cook so she could impress them.

He'd headed home, to the farm, where his family had raised turkeys for years. Courtney didn't know this, she'd always declined to come see his childhood residence, and he wanted to surprise her. He'd had practice catching turkeys to cook from when he was young, but being away for so long, dating a high profile corporate woman who couldn't have a speck of dirt anywhere in the house or she'd get very angry, he'd gotten a bit rusty in the game of capture the turkey.

Scott took his winter coat off-he only had a tank top on underneath- and tossed it aside. He started to approach one of the turkeys. He grabbed it but the turkey didn't like how it was touched so it zipped forward, running away. "Hey! Get back here, ya stupid bird!" Scott yelled, breaking into a run as well.

The turkey gobbled and continued to run quickly. Scott trailed behind and soon tired; he wasn't the most fit at this time. He panted and gave the turkey a dirty look. The turkey seemed to return it. "Oh that's it, when I get my hands on you I'm gonna stuff ya til you burst!" Scott vowed between heavy breaths.

The turkey gobbled, seeming to say 'bring it on.' The other turkeys watched.

Scott narrowed his eyes and charged. The turkey dodged and caused Scott to trip and fall on his face into the mud. The turkeys all gobbled, possibly laughing.

Scott growled and got up to his feet, his steps a bit staggered and off balance. "I'm not getting beat by a turkey," he said.

The turkey gave him a 'come at me bro' look.

Scott charged again. Many feathers were ruffled.

After more struggle Scott limped his way out of the yard. "I'll uh, just go to the market..."

The turkeys gobbled in laughter once again as he limped away.

Scott went to the nearest market and bought a turkey. It wasn't big enough for Courtney's standards and she yelled at him for about ten minutes.

I hope you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading :)