There was a knock at Carl's door. The squishy sound made it clear who it was that was knocking.
"Ah, for frig's sake…" Carl groaned as he got up and walked to the door.
Once the door swung open, Carl saw who it was.
"Hey Carl…" Meatwad greeted.
"Look… I told you before that I ain't havin' no Thanksgiving dinner with you freaks. Especially after last year, I ate lettin' that ride evah!" Carl snapped.
"So… y'all don't want no turkey?" Meatwad asks.
Carl sniffs in the air.
"Well, that sure do smell nice though…" He admits as the smell was getting to him. "So… what else ya got?"
"We got… mashed taters, we got us Shake's spiral sliced ham…" Meatwad brought up.
"Yeah, I keep takin' a slice when he thinks I ain't lookin'. Stupid cup can't keep track of it…" Carl scoffs.
"I know… so, you sure don't want none?" Meatwad asks.
Carl takes another sniff.
"A'ight, you convinced me, Meatman. But if I see one more robot turkey, I'm out."
"Okey dokey… so no salmon hatchery?" Meatwad asks.
"No duh I don't want my pool to be a salmon hatchery." Carl said.
"Okay... but I think you're missin' out on a delightful opportunity to make some extra money from-"
"Just take me over, please?" Carl asked impatiently.
At the Aqua Teen House.
Frylock sets up the food on the makeshift dinner table.
"Come on! Let me out!" Shake shouted from his yellow chair, which he was tied to.
"Last year, you tried eating all the damn food before we could start, Shake. This year, I'm not taking any chances." Frylock said sternly.
That's when Meatwad entered.
"Carl says he's takin' his food out on the lawn again, where there are witnesses. Also, no robot turkeys."
Frylock groaned.
"I thought we told him we weren't the cause of the Hustlin' Tom Turkeys…"
"You know he don't listen to us." Meatwad reminds him.
"Yeah… that's true." Frylock says. He then looked out the window. "Carl we're ready, bow your head out there!"
"Pass me a roll!" Carl called out.
"Not until we say grace! Now then…" Frylock then put two fries together to pray. "Lord, we give thanks to-"
"Pass me some tacos!" Shake called out.
"SHUT UP, SHAKE!" Frylock shouted before praying again. "We give thanks to the food we are to receive, the fellowship we have with-"
"Do not rope me into this! The lord does not need to know I'm here because I'm confident he hates me!" Carl shouts.
Frylock groaned.
"Anyway… please help us to-"
"Amen, now gimme some leg!" Meatwad said from below.
"Meatwad… lemme finish the damned grace." Frylock whispered with a hiss, making Meatwad back up. "Please help us to have another Thanksgiving… Amen."
"Hot damn! Now, give us some drumstick!" Meatwad cheered.
"I call the drumstick! I also still call all the dark meat! Also, shotgun!" Shake called out.
That's when the door bursts open, much to their surprise at who was there.
"Release Goblox, at once!" Turkitron called out.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THERE'D BE A ROBOT TURKEY AGAIN!" Carl shouted from outside.
"I'm not here for you!" Turkitron said before redirecting his attention to the food monsters. "Now, give me the bird…"
Frylock took a deep breath.
"Look… first off, he's been in the oven for 3 hours, and was dead at least a week before I bought him. Do you have any idea how hard it was to save money for something that wasn't a bag of damned cat food?!" Frylock snapped.
Turkitron backed away.
"No need to lose temper…"
Frylock took another deep breath.
"Sorry, okay? It's just… we dealt with you already. You're not that dumbass robot who thinks he's a ghost, and you're not from the future… you're a damned malfunctioning robot turkey toy. I have no idea why anyone would want a giant robot turkey for a toy… but you need to be fixed, okay?"
Turkitron just stood there, eyes darting away for a moment.
"Uh… what?"
In Frylock's room, where he wanted to prove to the robot he wasn't what he thought he was.
The hovering box of fries has hooked his computer to the back fo the robot turkey's head, looking at the monitor.
"Okay… let's see… and…" He typed a bit. "There."
Turkitron shook, sparks coming out of his head, before he stood up.
"Hey y'all! I'm Tom Turkey! Do the hustle!" The robot said in a more cheerful tone before dancing.
"Aww, yeah, boy!" Meatwad went before dancing.
"Okay… that's taken care of. Now… back to the dinner." Frylock said.
That's when a knock at the door happened.
"Fryman! You got company!" Carl shouted. "Also… when the hell can I eat?!"
Frylock groaned loudly.
"What the hell?!"
He and Meatwad arrived to see a certain dup enter by breaking through the window.
"Greeting, Fryman. It has been a while." Ignignokt says.
"Give us some damned bird!" Err went.
"Get the hell out!" Frylock shouted angrily.
"Not until we have ourselves a taste of your inferior Earth bird dinner, and that way we can verify our holiday is superior… as it is from the moon." Ignignokt says.
"Right! Celebrate Casinoness and stand with the Martians!" Shake says dramatically.
"Don't be a dumbass! Martians are punk-asses!" Err said.
"There's also no such thing as Casinoness, Martians are too stupid to celebrate anything…" Ignignokt says.
That's when the sound of something being destroyed was heard outside, much to the Aqua Teens' surprise.
"MY HOUSE! WHAT THE F*** IS GOIN' ON HERE?!" Carl was heard shouting angrily.
The door opened and two more aliens entered.
"I wish to have the taste of the turkey!" Oglethorpe shouted.
"Hey… can we… have some?" Emory asks with a small smile.
"Can someone please finally let me off this thing?!" Shake called out angrily.
"Like this?" Err walked over and lit the ropes on fire, to Shake's horror.
"NO! NOT LIKE THAT!" Shake cried out.
As Err laughed at Shake's plight, the Plutonians tried to get their "hands" on the turkey. Frylock pulled it out of their reach.
"Ah, hell no!" He went.
"Come on! We want some turkey!" Oglethorpe said.
"Seriously?! How the hell did you guys even know we got a turkey?!" Frylock asked with an angry voice.
"We sometimes like to spy on you with hidden cameras." Ignignokt said.
Frylock's eyes widened.
"We did? I thought we just decided to break in since they're the only people we know." Err questioned.
"Quiet Err." Ignignokt responded.
Frylock's expression softened.
"Look… if you want some Turkey, at least contribute to Thanksgiving. Did you bring anything?" He asks, even though he already anticipated what their answer was.
"We've brought the greatness of being from the moon, for we are the Mooninites." Ignignokt said with his usual level of suave and ham.
"Also some yams." Err added.
"That was our snack for the ride back." Ignignokt says.
"Yams?" Shake, now free from the chair but also slightly burnt, questioned with some level of disappointment. "This is the Master Shake house! Bring some cake!"
"I'll bring an ass whoopin', boi, if you don't watch it!" Err threatened.
"We have ze boxes of ze macaroni und cheese." Oglethorpe says.
"But… we only got nacho cheese… but, it's still cheese, right?" Emory added.
"Nacho cheese?" Meatwad asks happily.
"It's Italian, for not-you-cheese!" Shake went with a twisted laugh.
"It's Mexican, Shake." Frylock snapped before directing his attention to the alien visitors. "Okay… sure, just bring 'em down and we'll all have ourselves a feast. How's that?" Frylock asks.
"I will not dine with Plutonians." Ignignokt says.
"I don't know, man… I could go for something nacho cheese." Err says.
"You know what? Me too… let's get the yams." Ignignokt admits.
The Aqua Teens now had a living room full of guests, and not just Carl, who was still outside. He watched from outside the window.
"Toss me a roll!" He demanded. There was no answer and he was getting impatient. "Toss me a friggin' roll!"
Inside, the alien guests were enjoying dinner with the Aqua Teens.
Shake, meanwhile, was on his yellow chair with the television on. Ignignokt and Err approached.
"Move your posterior elsewhere, Cup. We wish to watch this Earth sport." Ignignokt says.
"Plus, Superbowl exclusive trailer!" Err adds.
"Now, you're a guest here… in my house! So no." Shake says without even looking at the two pixel aliens. Err then jumped up and landed on his stomach. "HEY!"
"Move it, Cup!" Err said, continuously jumping on him.
"Shake! Move aside and let them watch!" Frylock scolded from afar.
"But it's my chair!"
"That I bought!" Frylock shouted.
"My TV!"
"That I bought!" Meatwad shouted.
"Move, Cup! Unless you wish to be bitchslapped." Ignignokt warned.
Shake got off his chair, knocking Err off.
"Oh yeah? We-" Ignignokt jumped and slapped Shake, much to his dismay. "Dammit!"
"Move it, Cup." Ignignokt warned.
Groaning, Shake walked away, whining under his breath, as the two aliens took up the chair.
Meanwhile, Oglethorpe shoved some yams into his mouth, chewing loudly.
"Das good, yeah?" He asks.
"Uh… sure man. But, could you, like, maybe eat with your mouth… closed?" Emory asks.
"Could you, like, maybe mind your own business?" Oglpethorpe questioned harshly.
"Toss me a damn roll!" Carl shouted from inside.
"Oh look, Fat Man wants a roll." Oglethorpe says in a mocking tone. "Vell, too bad! I vill eat them al-"
"Here ya go." Emory hands him a roll before closing the door.
"Finally!" Carl went.
"Vhat?! Emory, what are you doing?!" Oglethorpe questions.
"We're guests here, man." Emory reminds him.
"To hell with manners!" Oglethorpe snaps.
"Come on, man…" Emory said.
"Yes, to hell with manners…" Ignignokt went.
"DAMN STRAIGHT!" Err said.
"Toss me another roll!" Carl said.
"I'm on it." Emory said as he went to get another roll.
"Don't be a fool, Emory!" Oglethorpe went before seeing what was on television, and his interest was piqued. "Oh…" He went over. "Turn it up, please?" He asks.
"Up yours!" Err went.
"Up all the way for yours." Ignignokt added.
Oglethorpe frowned sadly.
"Okay… I'm sorry…" He went away. "How rude…" He grumbled.
Tom Turkey was still dancing, with Meatwad joining along.
"Aww yeah, boi!" Meatwad went.
Shake, meanwhile, walked up to the dancing meatball with a scowl.
"Quit it ya little pest!" He said before kicking him.
"HEY!" Meatwad snapped.
Shake laughed it off.
"What are you gonna do about it?" He challenged.
"Yo, Tom!" Meatwad says.
The robot turkey stopped dancing.
"What's the problem, little pal?"
"He ain't lettin' me dance." Meatwad said.
"Oh know...is the crazy robot gonna bore me with a long story?" Shake scoffed.
Tom Turkey pulled out a sock, which aimed a red beam at Shake.
"Y'all asked for it." Tom Turkey said.
Frylock, seeing this, pulled away.
"Aww hell…" He says.
Shake took a moment too long to realize what was about to happen.
"Uh… wait."
He was too late as he was hit with a laser that launched him across the room, hitting the wall.
"Nice shot…" Meatwad congratulated.
Sliding off the wall, Shake hissed in pain.
"Oww…"
Frylock, however, couldn't help but smile.
"Now this is how I'd want us to celebrate Thanksgiving… with a lot of people coming over. Even if it's the Mooninites and the Plutonians…"
"That's great… now get me the first aid kit…" Shake said, holding onto where he was hit.
"We don't have a first aid kit, you tossed it out the window so that Frylock couldn't use it for me." Meatwad reminds him, gleeful at Shake's pain.
"Get me one!" Shake orders.
"Hey, where's my damn jambox?" Meatwad questioned.
"I pawned it, now gimme the damn first aid kit!" Shake responded.
"Screw that…" Meatwad said, rolling away.
"Get the hell back-" Shake failed to finish as the wound was too much and he collapsed, seemingly dead.
Frylock couldn't help but laugh as he and everyone looked at the camera.
"Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!" Frylock says.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" Everyone went.
"This roll's wet!" Carl complained outside.
Elsewhere, in South Jersey Shore, at the Bell Isle Asylum.
"Gentleman! Happy Thanksgiving! BWAHAHAHAAH!" Dr. Weird went.
Steve just stared at the relatively normal looking dinner on the table for a long period of time.
"Gee… I dunno, man." He said.
"Come on, it's turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, steamed veggies… TACO PIE!" Dr. Weird said with a fist pump.
Steve just stares a bit more before curiosity gets the better of him.
"Well… is it going to try and eat me?" He asks.
"Nope." Dr. Weird said flatly.
"Is it gonna try to mate with me?" Steve asks.
"Nope." Dr. Weird repeated.
Steve was too familiar with all the strangeness that goes on with his eccentric employer, who also never really pays him. Still, hunger got the better of him.
"Well… I am hungry."
"Good…" Dr. Weird said as the turkey got up and jumped at Steve, latching onto his face. "Now… turkeys will inherit the Earth! BWAHAHAAHAH!" That's when the phone rang. "F***... I gotta take this." He answered. "Hello… what? What?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY HUSTLIN' TOM TURKEY GOT LOST IN THE MAIL AGAIN?!"
"Steve" got back up, the turkey still on his head.
"I have… infiltrated the body!" A more robotic voice from Steve said from inside the turkey.
"Good! Let's conquer this world… for Casinoness!" Dr. Weird decreed before laughing maniacally. Once he was done, there was an awkward pause before he finished. "And see if I can either get my Tom Turkey or a refund…"
Happy Thanksgiving, folks! Yes, I know this is late, but I had Finals... still, hope you enjoyed your dinners!