"Thanks again for inviting us all over for dinner, Sam." Danny smiled as everyone took their seats in the dining room.

"Oh, don't mention it, Danny," the goth girl answered. "It's kinda nice to have friends over for Thanksgiving, anyway."

"I'm just glad we don't have to deal with Mom and Dad causing something from the refrigerator to come to life, for once," Jazz whispered to the other teens. "Those hot dogs STILL give me nightmares."

"You and me both," Danny muttered.

"I still don't believe you didn't just throw them out, if they were that scary," Tucker said.

Danny and Jazz exchanged a glance that clearly said there was more to it than they cared to share with the present audience, but the matter was quickly dropped.

"Soooooooooooooooo..." Sam started. "How about that home game this morning? Were any of you there?"

Jazz blushed slightly. "We were. Ravens lost, 17-0."

"Big surprise, there." Danny rolled his eyes. He wasn't particularly fond of sports, however, and rather nervously changed the subject. "So, er, Sam, did your parents cook the dinner tonight, or did you special order anything, or...?"

"Oh, Mom always cooks on Thanksgiving," Sam answered. "She has for as long as I can remember, anyway. She's never forced me to eat any meat, though."

The four teenagers continued their small talk for several minutes, their discussion ranging from their latest frustrations about English class to the most recent ghost-related happenings.

Finally, Mrs. Manson's voice rang from the kitchen, "I hope you kids are hungry." She backed through the door, carrying a large tray. "Because this turkey isn't going to eat itself."

Danny's eyes suddenly widened in horror, and a high-pitched shriek escaped his mouth. In a split second, he was gone from view.

"Danny?" Tucker looked around.

"Danny, where are you?!" Sam snapped. "Fine time to use your powers and make an idiot of yourself!"

"He didn't." Jazz groaned, looking up.

"Whaddya mean?"

Jazz pointed up. Tucker, Sam, and Mrs. Manson all looked up. Hanging from the chandelier, a look of absolute terror on his face, was Danny.

"Um, dare I ask?" Sam asked, utterly surprised.

A look of realization dawned on Tucker's face. "Hey, Sam, remember last Christmas when I told you about the time the Fenton's Christmas turkey came to life and went after Danny and Jazz?"

Sam's eyes widened. "OH."