More random plotline. Though this one makes more sense. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: Dude, I haven't done one of these in a while... Um... I don't own it... I also don't own Stargate or Tofurky.

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"NO TOFURKEY!" Cyborg had the entire grocery store jumping at the volume of his voice.

"Calm down. We need to just get the food and go." Robin tried to calm him down. The boys had gone grocery shopping for a special occasion and wanted to be back at the tower before Raven and Thyme so that they could begin cooking.

"I don't see why we can't have one little Tofurkey for me." Beast Boy whined.

"Because I won't let tofurkey enter MY kitchen."

"Guys, come on. Thyme won't care if it's tofurkey, turkey or dog food." Robin grabbed several potatoes for mashing. "Do any of us even know how to cook a Thanksgiving dinner?"

"I used to help my Dad cook on Thanksgiving." Cyborg interjected. "And there was never any Tofurkey."

"That settles it. Since Cyborg is cooking this meal, then he gets to pick what goes into it." Robin was sick of them arguing. Cyborg triumphantly stuck his tongue out at Beast Boy. "Now let's finish shopping and get home."

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"So, what are we standing around waiting for?" Ty asked Raven as they leaned against a wall on the far side of the bookstore. She had flipped through several books, and was now trying to comprehend the reason for them sticking around when nobody was reading or buying anything.

"We're waiting for the poetry to start." Raven replied abruptly, hoping that Thyme would shut up.

She didn't.

"So what, like, Emily Dickenson poetry, or free form, all out death-spiral, doesn't make any sense poetry?"

"The second one."

"Fun." She crossed her arms across her chest and fell back against the wall.

"Like I said; the only alternative is Stargate." Raven walked towards a door in the back of the book shop and beckoned for Thyme to follow. The clock chimed for two o'clock.

"Oooo. The Witching hour!" Thyme exclaimed under her breath.

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Ah, Thanksgiving. We actually had someone come over once and make Tofurky at our house before. I tried some, trust me, it's nasty.