AN-So the song that Spencer was singing when he came into his apartment yesterday was... 'Let's Go to the Mall' by Robin Sparkles from How I Met Your Mother! Congratz to:

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Village

"How can it be raining this hard?" Carly frowned, looking out the window in Sam and Freddie's living room. "Hasn't the sky run out of water by now?"

"I dunno," Sam, who was laying on the couch, yawned.

"You've been laying their for over an hour," Carly said, amused, looking over at her best friend.

"Well, she did eat a good nine pounds of turkey," Freddie smirked, walking into the room with Gibby. "A new record from last Thanksgiving."

"Yup, it's a proud day," Sam said, sitting up so the guys could sit with her on the couch. "Although I'm impressed with Emma. She ate almost as much as me. I don't think I could even eat that much when I was twelve."

"What are we supposed to do here until it stops raining?" Gibby asked.

"You guys could be like normal dudes and watch the football game," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

"No, I'm not watching another football game," Gibby said firmly. "Not after those mean quarterbacks cut me in line at Inside Out Burger. I'm not going to support their sport."

"Wait, did I hear you guys were watching the game?" Spencer asked, running into the room with T-Bo.

"Gibby doesn't want to support the quarterbacks, so no," Carly replied.

"Hey, I'm with you, man," T-Bo said. "I asked the quarterback from the Seattle Cobras to be the official spokesman of the Groovy Smoothie and he said no! He went to some fancy pants yogurt place instead."

"Well let's watch something," Sam said, picking up the remote. She turned on the T.V. but found she was met only with a bunch of static. "What?" she exclaimed. "The cable's out? What am I supposed to do?"

"Ah! Mom! Dad!" Sam and Freddie's eight-year old, Tyler screamed, running into the room. "The cable just went out! Right when the second quarter of the game was about to start!"

"You let your son watch football?" Gibby said to Freddie, scandalized. "You know how I feel about the sport!"

"Oh calm down," Sam said. "I'm sure Kirby and Huey were watching with him."

"Yeah, they were," Tyler nodded.

"My own sons!" Gibby gasped. "The betrayal!"

"But mom? What am I going to do?" Tyler continued. "I have to see the game! I've never missed a Cobras game yet!"

"Hey, you remember when I was going to try out to be on the Cobras?" Spencer said, reminiscing. "Good times, good times."

"Well I can't call the cable company, Ty, no one's going to be in on Thanksgiving," Sam said. "Looks like you'll just have to check the score online tomorrow."

"Well what am I supposed to do until then?" the eight-year old moaned.

"Hey!" Freddie said suddenly. "Since everyone's here, this would be the perfect time to test out the new game I just finished!"

"You made a game?" Spencer frowned.

"A stupid game," Sam said. "And he didn't even make one up. He pretty much just copied the idea from that headband game you two used to be obsessed with!"

"I came up with better cards to guess," Freddie defended, pulling out a box from the shelf by the television.

"Oh, we really have to play that?" Carly moaned. "I hate that game!"

"Come on, it will be fun!" Freddie said excitedly. "Tyler, go get everyone from upstairs and tell them to come down here."

"Are there even enough headbands for everyone?" Gibby asked.

"Yup, just enough," Freddie nodded. "Since everyone's spouse left after dinner. Pretty convenient, huh?"

"Yeah, real convenient," Sam moaned.

"Sweet! I loved playing this game!" Spencer said. "I haven't played in years! Ella says it brings out this weird competitive thing in me."

"Your wife's a smart lady," Sam said.

"Mom, please tell me we don't have to play dad's lame headband game," Sam and Freddie's daughter, Emma said as her and the rest of the kids made their way into the living room.

"Sorry, Em," Sam said, giving her a sympathetic smile. "We all got roped into it."

"Well, at least it's better than football," Quincy, Gibby's oldest son, who was the same age as Sam and Freddie's twins and Carly's daughter, Clarissa.

"At least I have one son who hasn't stabbed me in the back," Gibby said approvingly. "Unlike you two!"

Gibby's other two sons, Huey, who was seven, and Kirby, who was nine, exchanged confused looks.

"Of course you like this game," Emma said to Quincy. "It's for total nubs, just like you."

"Hey!" Quincy exclaimed.

"Em, be nice," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

"Can't me and Clarissa go back upstairs?" Ashton asked. "We were giving each other manicures."

"No, it's more fun with more people," Freddie said.

"Yeah!" Spencer nodded enthusiastically, grabbing a headband and putting it on his head. "Come on, Dina, Bryan! You'll get to see your old man back in his element!"

Spencer's two children, who were nineteen and seventeen, shook their heads in embarrassment as they reluctantly sat down next to their father.

"Do we really all have to play?" Jason asked. "I'm sixteen. Aren't I a little old for family game nights?"

"This game's ages 5-99," Freddie said.

"See, my kid's the only one not complaining," T-Bo said proudly as his six year old son, Jimmy, sat down next to him.

"That's because he chewed about thirty pieces of gum upstairs," Clarissa pointed out. "I'm pretty sure his jaw's glued shut right now."

"What?" T-Bo exclaimed, turning to his son. "Thirty pieces? What's the matter with you?"

"Okay, let's just start the game," Carly said.

"Thank you, Carls," Freddie said happily, handing everyone a headband and a facedown card. "At least someone other than Spencer and I is excited to play this game."

"I just want to get it over with," Carly mumbled to Sam, who laughed.

"Now see, unlike the original game, which has cards that are impossible to guess," Freddie said, putting his card, which read village, on his headband blindly. "This version has cards that are much easier to figure out, eliminating the frustration and stress that went along with the original."

"What is torque?" Sam asked, looking at her card.

"It's the rotational equivalent of force," Freddie told her. "And you're not supposed to look at your card, Sam!"

"Yeah, that's cheating!" Spencer said loudly. "You have to get a new card now!"

"Alright, now youngest goes first and then we go to the right, so Jimmy, start us off!" Freddie said, settling himself next to Sam.

Jimmy mumbled something incoherent through his bubble gum stuffed mouth.

"Okay, spit it out," T-Bo said, holding his hand out under his son's mouth. Obeying, Jimmy spit out the very large wad of chewed gum into his father's hand.

"What?" T-Bo asked as everyone gave him a disgusted look.

"Nothing," Freddie said. "Go ahead, Jimmy. Take your turn. Ask any yes or no question and try and figure out what the card on your head says."

"Am I small?" Jimmy asked. His card read Pancake.

"Relatively," Spencer nodded.

"I don't know what that means," Jimmy frowned.

"Well there can be big ones," Freddie pointed out, apparently not hearing Jimmy.

"Yes, but compared to most things, they're small," Spencer said. "So your official answer is yes, Jimmy."

"Hey, you can't give the official answers!" Freddie said. "We have to take an poll of the whole group and-"

"Just let Spencer give the official answer," Sam said.

"But-"

"Okay Gibby, go ahead!" Carly said, cutting him off.

"Am I...a person?" Gibby asked. His card read Astronaut.

"Yes," Spencer nodded.

"Am I an evil quarterback?"

"Gibby! Drop it with the quarterbacks!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yeah, and you only get one question a turn! You're up, Quincy," Freddie said.

"Let's see..." Quincy said thoughtfully. His card read Arm. "Am I useful?"

"Well the thing on your card is, but you're sure not," Emma mumbled.

"Emma, be nice," Freddie said again. "And go, it's your turn."

"Fine," Emma sighed. Her card read Monkey. "Am I edible?"

"No," Clarissa said.

"But I'd bet you try to eat one anyway," Quincy said under his breath.

"Hey!" Emma snapped, making to punch his shoulder, but luckily Sam grabbed her arm just in time.

As the game progressed, the players began guessing what there card read. Soon, after nearly two hours, the only two left in the game were Freddie and Spencer.

"Okay," Spencer said. "I think I got it...Am I tire?"

"No," Freddie sighed. Spencer's card read Boat. "Am I a nickel?"

"Well, it stopped raining finally," Carly said, looking out the window. "I think I'm going to head home. Come on Clarissa."

"Guys, can't you just give up?" Sam asked. "This is going to wind up lasting the rest of the night."

"I can't give up, Sam!" Freddie cried.

"Yeah, we never managed to actually finish one of these games!" Spencer nodded.

"But dad, you're our ride home," Bryan said.

"Come on, I'll drive you guys home," Carly said. "He'll be here for awhile..."

"Am I a carrot?" Spencer asked desperately. "Please tell me I'm a carrot!"

"No," Freddie moaned miserably. "Am I dolphin?"

"Can't we just tell them what they are now?" Jason asked his mother.

"Yeah, seriously, this is getting sort of pathetic," Ashton nodded.

"Give them another hour," Sam told them. "Then you can."

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AN-So I decided to leave out everyone's spouse from this (excluding Sam and Freddie, of course), just because it got too confusing with all of the new characters.