On the day of Thanksgiving, sitting at the Kent family dinner table, Clark Kent was about to get a taste of his mother's delicious cooking, when he received an unexpected phone call that would disrupt his plans for the joyful celebration.
"Clark, I wouldn't normally call you for something like this, but this is an emergency." Clark heard Barry's urgent voice over the telephone.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a steady voice, staying composed for the both of them.
"Well… uh. You know how I said I'd prepare my own Thanksgiving turkey this year at Iris' house?"
"Yes…" Clark said patiently, waiting to see where this incident that had pulled him away from his family was heading.
"The oil on the turkey caught on fire and there's smoke coming out of the oven." Barry rapidly explained, making Clark's face drop slightly after hearing about Barry's little mishap. "And I don't want to call the fire department in front of her." Barry finished.
So that was the real reason. Clark thought, smiling as he assured Barry that he would be there. After ending the call, Clark returned to the dinner table with a good-humoured expression on his face, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Who was that, honey?" Martha asked, wondering what had made her son look so amused.
"Barry's turkey caught on fire."
"Is he alright?" Lois asked. Concerned for the young man whose first Thanksgiving effort had ended up in smoke.
"Don't worry, his pride was more damaged than the kitchen." Clark reassured her and left the room to get changed.
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"Barry, why do I have stay in my bedroom? I'm starving!" Iris West called from behind the closed door of her bedroom apartment, after Barry had ordered her to lock herself in there so she'd be unable to witness a disaster in the waiting.
"Becaaause… I don't want you to see my turkey making magic." Barry searched for the right words as he made a lame excuse on the spot.
"You stuff it and you put it in the oven, there's no magic to it."
"You'd be surprised!" Barry's nervously responded. Come one, come on, come one. Where is he? Barry's thoughts began to get restless. Every minute the Man of Steel didn't show up, making him anxious.
Moments passed, and Superman soon arrived and entered through the apartment window Barry had opened for him.
"Did someone call the fire department?" Superman joked to a peeved looking Barry.
"Ha, ha. Very funny." Barry retorted and watched as Superman pulled the roasting pan out of the oven without oven mitts. The sight of a human-looking alien picking up a hot object without pain, a weird one even for Barry—who had witnessed bug eyed aliens, led by a ruthless leader intent on conquering the Earth.
After watching Superman discarding the smoke caused by the turkey's dripping with his super breath, Barry goodbye to him and carved the turkey at super-human speeds. With the most important part of the meal prepared, Barry opened the door for Iris and half hugged and led her to the kitchen table.
"I still don't know why you made me wait…" Iris objected and sat down on the chair Barry had pulled backwards for her to sit on, like a gentleman.
Making one last trip to the kitchen, Barry returned with the turkey pan in hand and placed it on the table with a thud.
"Whooo wants turkey?" Barry asked, making wordplay of the purple bejeweled owl design on Iris' shirt. "Get it? Because you're wearing an owl shirt." Barry added redundantly, in an endearing way.
"I get it." She looked down bashfully and smiled, barely hiding how warm and happy he made her feel on the inside.
With a good view of the city, seated facing the window, Barry caught a glimpse of Superman flying in a hurry.
"Oh, look there's goes Superman. I bet whoever he saves will be super grateful." Barry remarked. The Thanksgiving tradition of giving thanks in his thoughts.
"Well, I'm thankful that I get to spend Thanksgiving with you."
Inspired by people's Thanksgiving disaster stories on Reddit and a funny thing Ezra Miller did with an owl ring while he read IGN comments. I wanted to give you guys a little Thanksgiving treat.
