Phoebe sat down and started to tear bread for the stuffing. "Yeah I remember the year I played football for the first time and Joey and Chandler struck out with the Swedish chick."

"The Geller bowl." sighed Rachel.

"When I won the game and beat you three losers." bragged Monica.

"Excuse me, no you did not." said Ross.

"Don't get me started on this, I'll get up from this chair and beat your ass Geller."

"Monica, don't even think about it." Chandler started for the chair to restrain Monica from getting up. She was still very competitive and hated to lose. The Geller Bowl was a sore subject from way back.

"The Geller bowl?" asked Erica surprised. "Is that where that ugly thing in the back of Mom's closet came from.?" Ross went over to where Rachel was standing. "You got rid of it That is part of our legacy." Ross exclaimed.

"It was hideous and I do not have ugly things in my house. It's bad enough that we have those damn dinosaurs." Rachel said.

"Those dinosaurs are how I make a living." Ross said defensively. "I can't believe you got rid of that without asking me. You knew how important it was Don't you have any sentiment? "

Rachel started to get angry and picked up a newspaper. "How dare you! Don't even go there Professor Geller." She took it and hit him over the head.

"Owww." he moaned.

"Mom is very sentimental." defended Emma. "She showed me a box of things that she collected from over the years. It had …"

"The eggshell that I used to make her breakfast for the first time, a ticket stub from our first date, and some bone from when we you know in the planetarium." Ross said softly.

"And the pin you gave me for my birthday and the cork from the bottle on that night we talked about Europe." she said defensively. "Actually one Thanksgiving your father and I were having the same fight we are now Em."

"Except we weren't together." Ross said.

"Let me tell the story." screamed Phoebe. Mike looked at her with a scared look on his face and back away. He may have been with Phoebe for a while, but he was still very afraid of some of her weird ways. "Anyway, it was Thanksgving and we were sitting around doing nothing except for Monica and the girls. Those two were lumps on the couch, especially Chandler."

"Hey I was in mourning." Chandler popped up.

"What were you mourning Daddy?" asked Erica.

"He was mourning Janice . " said Monica. "The infamous Janice that he dated and dumped three times."

"At least I didn't have to ask permission to play football." laughed Chandler as he looked at Ross.

"What was that?" asked Jack.

"Well you know how competitive that your mother is? Apparently this football game was a death match when your mom and Uncle Ross were kids. They had promised your Grandmother Geller that they would not play football again. " Chandler tried to explain as he looked through the cabinets for the spices that Monica asked for.

"And your Aunt Monica took her big fat grandma arm and broke my nose." Ross added.

"Will you stop saying that." screamed Monica.

"You're getting away from the story again." screamed Phoebe as she waved her fists. "We started to play with Monica , me and Joey on one side and Ross, Chandler and Rachel on the other side."

"Your father , my boyfriend chose me last." whined Rachel. "And he wouldn't let me touch the ball."

"Then Chandler and Joey started an insane competition over this girl." Phoebe continued.

"Her name was Maha and she was hot. She was just what I needed to forget Janice."Chandler said.

"Uncle Chandler and Uncle Joey, did Uncle Joey win?" asked Jack.

"No Uncle Joey did not win, I did. She picked me over Joey." Said Chandler triumphantly in a mocking voice. "Uncle Joey is not always the one who got the girl."

"I know one girl Joey wanted that he didn't get." Ross said sweetly as he kissed Rachel on the cheek. "But then Maha dumped Chandler for being a dork." He laughed.

"You would know Uncle Ross." Laughed Jack.

"That 's my boy." Smiled Chandler proudly. "And in the middle of this game, they decided to make it boys versus the girls." Phoebe came up to him and gave him a dirty look.

"Look you guys have so many Thanksgiving stories, I have only a few and this is my favorite . So if you don't let me tell it, I will have to pound on you and may I remind both you and Ross I can beat both of you up." Chandler backed away. "Sorry Phoebe." He said softly, obviously afraid of her.

"Before I was interrupted, oh yes then we started to play dirty. Ross pantsed Monica , I pulled up my shirt and flashed Chandler so he would drop the ball."

"Did Mom ever get the ball?" asked Emma.

"Yes I did in fact I caught the winning touchdown." Rachel exclaimed.

"No you didn't , it was out of bounds." Ross argued.

"Do you want to spend the night on the couch, Ross?" Rachel said as she looked at him.

"Well people we have three days to get this dinner in order. We could sure use some more help." Monica said. At that moment, the door opened and in came Ben and his girlfriend, Sandy.

"Mom and Susan are going away this year, so can we spend Thanksgiving with you guys. We'll do anything to help." Ben said earnestly. Ben was now a sophomore in college at Columbia. He didn't want to go to NYU because of his father. Sandy was a theatre major at Columbia as well. Ben had sandy blonde hair and he was also tall. He was majoring in psychology with plans to go on to medical school to be a psychologist.

"So when is the Christmas dance?" asked Erica.

"December first, so they could have it early. I am so excited to go and Mom said that we could go shopping for my dress." Emma said excitedly.

"That's funny because Mom didn't say anything to Dad about this?" Ross said with his arms crossed.

"Come on Dad, give Emma a break." Ben said with his arm around Sandy.

"Yeah Daddy , I 'm fourteen." She begged. "And Jason is fifteen."

"Then you're definitely not going." Ross said. Rachel followed her husband out of the kitchen as she stirred the egg mixture. "And give me one good reason why our daughter can't go to her first formal dance?"

"Because Jason is fifteen and I know what is on the minds of fifteen year old boys. Fifteen is when I sat in typing class and saw you sitting there in that red cheerleading sweater. All I wanted to do was see what was under that sweater." Ross explained.

"You knew this day was coming. Now I have waited for the day that our daughter would go to her first dance. I am taking her shopping and she is going to her dance." Rachel said as she stirred the bowl. "There now it's ready." She smiled.

"What is it?" Monica asked from her chair.

"I didn't want to say anything, but it is dessert. It's a trifle." Rachel said excitedly. "You people think that I can't cook. And that includes my own husband and child. So I am going to make another trifle and this time it is going to be perfect. I'll show you all." She declared.

Thanksgving memories continue as Chandler tells the story of why he hates Thanksgiving and the twins hear about the best Thanksgiving of their mother and father 's lives.