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Anyhoo,

CHAPTER 20:

It was five days after Vlad and Candy had started dating. Thanksgiving day. Candy and Trey were coming over to eat with Mac and Vlad.

Trey's POV

I was sitting in the back seat of the car with my mom. We were going over to this Vlad guy's house. He's a hell of a sap. He even sent a limo for me and my mom to ride in to his castle. He's more of a cheese head then my mom. Green and gold castle. But my mom likes him for some reason. We even ended up staying that night five days ago.

And sometimes you wonder what goes on in your parents bedroom while you sleep.

bad thoughts bad thoughts bad thoughts bad thoughts.

I don't see how my mom likes this guy. He has snowy white hair and a bad attitude. He always looks funny at Mac and me.

Every year, mom goes out with a different guy. Every Thanksgiving is the same. Mom ends up getting called into work, and the other dude attempts to cook the turkey.

Let's see if this suck up is any different.

Vlad's POV

The only reason we celebrate Thanksgiving is because the Native Americans saved our sorry butts from starving. The real thing that happened that they don't tell kids these days is that we killed them after.

Sounds like something I would do.

Anyway, the real reason that we celebrate Thanksgiving is one thing that men can't live without.

Football.

Nothing like throwing around the old pigskin on a holiday. So I sat down in my chair and turned on the Television. Suddenly, my cook comes out of the kitchen and looks at me. He starts for the door. I chase after him.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked.

He held up a calender and pointed to today. It's his vacation. Dammit.

"You're on your own buddy!" he said and ran out the door.

Great. Candy is expecting a turkey. What am I going to do?

Mac's POV

I was just waking up. Trey was coming over with Candy for Thanksgiving.

I hear the doorbell ring. That must be them!

Trey's POV

Mom just rang the doorbell. The Vlad guy came and greeted us. He patted my head and kissed my mom. Mac came down the stairs.

"Hey!" he said.

"Hey. 'Sup?" I asked.

"Nada."

"Word."

"Hey, you want to watch the football game?"

"You bet! Let's go!"

Vlad's POV

Candy and I walked into the kitchen. "Do you know how to cook a turkey?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied, "why?"

"Well, the cook went on vacation and I was wondering if you–"

Suddenly her phone rang. I hear her saying 'I can't' and 'it's Thanksgiving! Come on!'. She closed the phone and turned around. "I have to go to work, but I'll be back soon okay?"

"How come?"

"They need some help. I'll be back in an hour. Cook the turkey okay?"

She kissed me on the cheek and went out the door. Great.

Well, cooking a turkey shouldn't be too hard right? All you need is the ability to cook and to know how to read. It'll be a breeze. And girls love guys who can cook.

Mac's POV

As Trey and I watch the football game, I hear glass breaking and things falling in the kitchen. Dad curses. What the hell is going on in there?

"GOD DAMMIT! FRIGGIN TURKEY FELL AGAIN!" Dad yelled from the kitchen. "I'M GONNA KILL THAT COOK!"

I had an idea. "Hey Dad!" I yelled.

"WHAT?"

"The score is 21 to 3 RAMS!"

"DOUBLE GOD DAMMIT!"

Trey and I laughed so hard we almost cried. More glass breaks in the kitchen.

Vlad's POV

"I never knew making a turkey could be so hard," I said, looking at the mauled turkey that lay on the cutting board. Time for the last resort.

I picked up the phone and called Candy. "Hello?" she said. She sounded busy.

"It's Vlad."

"Oh hey hun! How's the turkey coming?"

"I think I should bury it."

"What? Why?"

"I think it's dead."

"Vlad, most turkeys for Thanksgiving ARE dead."

"Oh. Well, then how do I cook it?"

"Oh Vlad, don't tell me you've never cooked a turkey before!"

"Uh... then what do you want me to say?"

She sighed into the phone. "I don't have time for this hun! I have to go!" and she hung up.

So then I looked in the phone book. I called the turkey hotline lady. She told me to put the turkey in the oven at 450 degrees for a half hour. I hung up.

Now to figure out how to use an oven.

Trey's POV

This Vlad guy is a spaz. He's in the kitchen blowing around a fire extinguisher. Wait 'till mom sees this. Hasn't this guy ever cooked before?

The Packers were losing 24 to 7. At least they were coming back.

I looked at my watch. 12:46pm. Mom should be back any time. Wait until she see's this guy.

Mac's POV

Dad called us into the kitchen about twenty minutes later. The turkey was on the table. It was Dad's favorite color.

Black.

"What the hell happened?" I asked.

"It's supposed to be a turkey. I think we eat it." he replied.

"Are you serious?" Trey and I asked at the same time.

"Oh come on boys! It won't be so bad!"

We sat down at the table and stared at the turkey blankly.

Dad looked up at us. "On second thought," he said, pulling out his wallet and throwing it at us, "you guys order pizza. I'll take care of the turkey before Candy gets home."

We ordered a pizza and dad buried the turkey in the backyard.

Trey's POV

Yup. No different then any other one of those guys.

Happy Thanksgiving you Spaz.

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Yes I know, this chapter was pointless. But it was funny wasn't it? REVIEW YOU GUYS, OR I'LL SEND OUT MY ATTACK FURBY ON YOU!