As the weeks passed, time continued, as time often does, and soon the group finds themselves in November, with Thanksgiving approaching.

This being the turtles' first real Thanksgiving, April is determined to go all out.

"OK fine, you want to make them a dinner," Spike begins. "But do you know how much those guys eat? Especially all together? I've seen Michelangelo eat three pizzas himself."

Irma nods. "Well we'd have to make a lot, obviously."

"It wouldn't be that hard. I have a whole plan all thought out," April explains. "Splinter's in on it, and he thinks it'd be great. We borrow the Assault Van the night before, transport the food, store it, sleep over, and start cooking Thursday morning."

"We can make it a camp in!" Irma exclaims.

"We're doing it with or without your approval," April informs Spike. "We were just wondering if you want to help."

"April, you know I burn water."

"Fine. Help transport then."

"Deal. But if this is a camp in, no asking weird questions. Half the time people wind up askin' stuff like 'what was your first date like'," Spike warns.

April shrugs. "Fine. Besides, we know you never had one."

"That's right."

"If it helps, I haven't either," Irma remarks.

"Do we tell 'em?" Spike inquires.

"Probably." April reaches for her phone and dials. "Hi Donnie. Yeah. I'm fine, how about you?" She listens for a minute. "Great! Look, we're thinking about having Thanksgiving down in the lair. Yeah, Splinter's okay with it. We're bringing the food. We're sure. Can we borrow the van on Wednesday though? Yeah we're transporting food. I know. Thinking about spending the night if it's okay. Okay? Fantastic. See ya." She hangs up. "Donnie says he and Leo think it sounds great."

"Donnie would think it'd sound great if she told him to stand on his head for a day," Irma murmurs to Spike.

Spike snorts.

April raises her eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing," Irma says innocently. "Why do you ask?"

April gives them a suspicious look. "You kids be on your best behavior."

"Yes, Mom," Irma says. She gasps. "My parents don't know about the guys."

"And?"

"Should they?"

April shrugs. "Mom doesn't know."

"But…" Irma buries her head in her hands. "My family, y'know."

"Do they want you home?" Spike asks.

"Probably." Irma sighs. "Just tell the boys I couldn't make it."

"Wait, we could have you there the day before," April points out. "A pre-Thanksgiving celebration."

Irma thinks. "I could swing that. My folks live close."

"Happy Thanksgiving to us," Spike proclaims.

Thanks so much for reading everyone! I know it's weird to write about November in March, but we got to get there sometime. Please leave a review to let me know what you think, I really enjoy hearing from you guys! I'll see you in the next chapter!