The stage lights come on. Junior enters, dressed in a pilgrim outfit.

"In the year 1621, the pilgrims had decided enough was enough. They had to leave England, due to religious persecution from the English king..." Junior spoke.

A series of vegetable children get into a cardboard "boat" and sail away, while a pea wearing a fake crown scoffs.

"—And stay out, wotwot!" The pea responds in a British accent, then drinks some tea in a small cup.

"After that, they sailed for many days and nights, until they finally arrived in what would soon be known as the United States!" Junior continued narrating. "Things got rough of course at first..."

(*drumbeats*)

"It's not safe to go out yet..." Annie walked inside a fake "door", her body covered in arrows with plungers on the ends.

"But then, things took a turn for the better!" Junior continued to narrate the story. "A man named Squanto showed up one day and they found he could speak English as well as any pilgrim!"

Percy shows up with Laura, the two of them dressed like natives along with a potato playing Chief Massasoit.

"Welcome, Englishmen." Percy speaks, trying to project his voice.

"Squanto then proceeded to show the pilgrims his way of life, and eventually, the pilgrims decided to have a feast!" Junior narrated as the scene once again changed with a large table with Thanksgiving food was bought out by a few of the older kids.

"Annie, could you move aside please?" Junior asked, whispering, holding a large pumpkin.

"Sorry, they told me to stay on my mark…" Annie replied, also whispering. "Could you move aside?"

"But I gotta place this pumpkin somewhere—" Junior replied.

From backstage, Jimmy and Jerry (working as stagehands) threw a bunch of fake fall leaves directly at Junior without him even noticing. From this angle, it appeared as though Annie had tossed them.

"DID YOU JUST—YOU CAN'T...NYEH!" Junior growled a little and then responded by tossing a pie directly in Annie's face, the leek teenager getting smothered in pumpkin goop.

"FOOOOOOD FIIIIIIIIIGHT!!" Libby hollered, immediately slapping someone with a baguette.

(Death Metal rock instrumental plays)

All the kids on the play, be they dressed as pilgrims or natives, started picking up the assortment of food on the table and flinging it at each other.

"—Don't be such a TURKEY, Junior!" Annie picks up an enormous turkey, shoving it at the asparagus boy, juices splattering all over his pilgrim outfit.

"Oh, believe me, girl, I'm trying to be BERRY nice!" Junior flings a bowl of cranberry sauce at Annie, the cranberries covering her face.

Laura and Percy only stare for a moment at this, until they awkwardly join in the fight, laughing a little.

"Uh...something funny about mashed potatoes!" Laura chuckles, tossing a mashed potato bowl at Percy, trying to keep with the "puns" aspect of the food fight between Junior and Annie. "Am I not good at puns?"

"You'd CHEDDA believe it!" Percy tossed a huge glob of nacho cheese at Laura's braids and feathered headband, laughing, then putting turkey basters on her head. "Now all this food's gonna go to BASTE!"

While the kids continued to bombard each other with food (and puns), backstage, Jimmy was utilizing one of his hidden talents...and that was catching the food they threw in his mouth.

"THIS—(chomp)—IS—(chomp)—THE BEST! (chomp) PLAY! (chomp) EVER! (chomp)" Jimmy exclaimed to Jerry, while grabbing all sorts of foodstuffs in his gaping maw.

"Hey—" Bob asked once he arrived backstage. "Where's the live turkey?"

(*GOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLEGOBBLE—*)

The live turkey (named Peaches) that Bob had bought in a cage had been taken out onto the stage by the kids. It was now running across the table, getting feathers all over everything and "gobble"-ing up a storm.

"Alright, Peaches..." Percy held an axe high above his head, preparing to chop the turkey, his feather headband coming off. "PREPARE TO "MEAT" YOUR MAKER!"

"That's it." Bob replied, furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm going out there..."

Bob immediately hopped out onto the ruined set, the kids still tossing food to and fro. A cherry pie was thrown at a young broccoli playing a pilgrim, who then backed up and fell on the floor, clearly trying to do a death scene.

"Tell...my STORY—" he croaked. "Aaack!" The pie filling stained his costume like blood.

"Guys, guys, guys!" Bob exclaimed, now rushing to the middle of the stage. "STOP THE FOODFIGHT!"

Percy placed the axe down. Peaches the turkey rushed off the set and into the audience. Everyone immediately froze, and stayed that way for a moment, until someone lobbed an apple pie directly at Bob's face.

"Ahem.." Bob cleared his throat, retaining his composure despite bits of crust and cinnamon-apple pie filling covering his face. "GUYS GET IT TOGETHER!! This is NOT what the first Thanksgiving was all about! The first Thanksgiving was all about FRIENDSHIP! And BROTHERHOOD! So can't we all just get along?!"

"Sorry I threw that pie at you, Annie…" Junior replied.

"It's alright." Annie replied, walking over to embrace Junior in a good-stained hug. "This is the best Thanksgiving play I've ever been in!"

End.

Happy Thanksgiving!