"Hey, Ray," Debra said, smiling, as she walked into the bedroom. Ray was currently sitting on their bed with a blank expression as he watched TV. Debra sat down on the bed next to him.

"Ray, I just had a great idea!"

"Mm-hmm," Ray said. He continued to watch the TV.

"I was thinking that this year, we could have Thanksgiving at our house! What do you say? You can make the turkey on the barbeque, and I'll do the stuffing and rolls and mashed potatoes, and Marie can make the pies," Debra said excitedly.

"Mmm," Ray said. He was trying to watch the television, but found it difficult because his wife continued to insist on conversation instead.

"Ray, I'm trying to tell you about my idea!"

"I'm listening," Ray lied.

"Turn the TV off," she snapped.

"No!" Ray put the remote on his other side as Debra made a grab for it.

"Dammit Ray, why can't you ever listen to me?" She reached across her husband for the remote and Ray quickly sat on it. "Fine, if that's how you want it to be," Debra said with an evil smirk. She reached under Ray.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!" Ray shouted. "That tickles!"

Debra turned the TV off. Ray turned around and gave her his full attention now that his previous form of entertainment had just been shut off. He pushed her against the pillows and began kissing her. "I'm ready now," he said, misinterpreting his wife's actions.

"Ray, I didn't want the TV off so we could have sex!" Debra shouted, pushing him off of her. She scowled at him. "Just listen to me for a few minutes!"

Ray rolled his eyes with impatience and made that noise he always made when he was annoyed or upset. "Okay, okay, I'm listening," Ray grumbled. He strapped his watch back on.

Debra immediately smiled again. "I want to have Thanksgiving at our house this year!"

"Why? Mom would have to be in our house all day cooking, instead of across the street where she can't bug us."

"No, no, Ray. We would do the cooking. You and me together! Doesn't that sound like fun?" Debra said before kissing him on the cheek.

Ray stared at hiswife in with horror.

"You can cook the turkey on the barbeque, and I'd make the rolls, stuffing, and potatoes. Marie can bring over the pies."

Ray didn't say anything, so she continued. "We'd invite Robert and Amy too, of course, the McDougals and Peter, and my mom!"

Maybe if I stop breathing, Debra will forget all about this suicidal plan, Ray thought to himself as he continued to stare at his wife, who had clearly just lost her sanity.

"So, what do you think, Ray? Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Ray exhaled loudly. "Are you insane!" he shouted in a panicky voice.

"What?" Debra said, startled. "I thought it sounded like a good idea!"

"That's like five bombs put together! You making Thanksgiving dinner? Do you know how my mom is going to react to this?

"Well, I just thought –"

"My parents and the McDougals together on Thanksgiving? Do you remember what happened last time?"

"Oh, Ray, come on…"

"And I have to make the turkey?"

"Ray, please? Won't you do this for me?" Debra asked.

"No, this is insane, crazy woman!" Ray shouted.

"How about now?" Debra said, using her woman powers. She climbed onto his lap and began kissing him.

Ray was tempted, but nonetheless pushed his wife off of him. "You can't lure me with your sex this time!"

Debra was surprised. That was certainly a first. "Oh come on, Ray! Why can't we just do this? I want to host a Thanksgiving dinner for once. Stop being such a poor sport!" Debra shouted in frustration. She hit her pillow angrily.

With a look of deepest regret on his face, Ray made his "upset" noise again. "Alright! We'll do Thanksgiving." Ray looked like he was just sentenced to death row.

"Really?" Debra asked, touched. "Oh, Ray, that is so sweet! I can't wait!" She began kissing him for the second time that night.