Their Thanksgiving was very different from one another's.

Chandler's family dressed up in nice suits and beautiful fancy dresses as they sat and drank tea while listening to Annabel sing a song from Annie.

On Monica's side she had her family and friends over. They were wearing warm cozy clothes and drank hot chocolate as they all gathered around the piano as Ross played a song and they all sang and smiled as they attempted to sing the song together.

Weeks went by after that and business was getting harder for Monica's restaurant.

Estel walked past Bing's Steakhouse and saw a sign in the window that read Miranda, it read how she did a tasting with their restaurant. She turned against them, just like that.

Monica was decorating her little Christmas tree that was up in front of her window hoping to catch more customers eyes. She looked out and saw a family of three walking down the street in the snow dragging their Christmas tree home. Monica smiled at the little boy who was trying to help carry. He waved back with a smile.

Monica then saw a few people walking the other direction holding Bing's Steakhouse takeout bags. She looked down and finished with her tree.

"Christmas is coming and everyone is cutting down trees. You know that song, I wish I had a river I could get away on? It's such a sad song. And not really about Christmas at all but i was thinking about it as I was decorating my Christmas tree, unwrapping funky ornaments made out of Popsicle sticks, I was missing my mother so much that I almost couldn't breath." Monica typed "I always miss my mother at Christmas but some how it is worse this year since I need some advise from her...I need her to make me some coco and tell me that everything with be okay. That everything that is going badly in my life would sort itself out."

"What kind of advise do you need? Can I help?"

"I wish you could help." She lied in bed and sighed "I wish..." She stopped suddenly when a message popped up.

"I had a good feeling you would be online now." Chandler wrote. "I could give you advice, I'm great at advice."

Monica sat up straighter "Uh-oh..." She clicked reply "If only you could help."

"Oh-no." He wrote back "Is it about love?"

"Please say no." He muttered

Monica smiled "No. My business is in trouble."

Chandler smiled "Well I'm a brilliant business man. It's what I do best." He typed "What's your business?"

Monica shook her head "No specifics. Remember?"

Chandler nodded "Well, minus specifics it's hard to help. Except to say, go to the mattresses." He joked

"Except to say, go to the mattresses?" Monica read aloud not knowing what that meant "What?!"

"It's from the God Father. It means you have to go to war."

Monica nodded "Oh!" She typed back "What is it with men and the God Father?"

Chandler chuckled "Oh come on, Hello?" He scratched his head thinking "Well..." He really didn't know "The God Father is the sum of all wisdom. It's the answer to any question. What should I pack for my summer vacation? The God Father has the answer "Leave the gun, take the cannoil. What day of the week is, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday...your answer is go to the mattresses. It's not personal, it's business. Re-sight that to yourself every time you feel you're losing your nerve." He said "I know you worry about being brave. This is your chance. Fight, fight to the death."

Chandler pressed send.

Monica read it "I gotta fight." She nodded

She heard the door open and Pete walk in. She quickly closed her lap top and put it to the side lying back on the bed.

"Hey." Pete walked in and collapsed on the bed.

"Hey. I've been thinking..." She sat up "Pete?"

"What?" He lied on his side facing her

"I've decided to go to the mattresses." She told him "Do you think it will be a gigantic conflict of interest if I did this?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"No," He shook his head

"So you'll be okay with me doing something out of my comfort zone like this?"

"Yes." He nodded "Yes."

"Do you know what it is to go to the mattresses?" She asked

"It's from the God Father." He said simply

Monica slumped back on her bed.

Chandler was in the back office of his restaurant when he heard noise outside his building "1-2-3-4 we don't want your steak no more, 5-6-7-8 go away, close the gate." He repeated "Is that what they're saying?" He asked the gentleman around him

"Yep." They nodded

"Who wrote that?"

"I don't know but it's pissing me off."

Monica stood up on a podium as the camera's around her for the news gathers to film her speak "Do you want the west side to become, one, big, gigantic, strip mall?" She asked not having a speech prepared and just saying what comes to mind.

"NO!" They shouted

"Do you want to get off the subways in 72nd on Broadway and not even know you are in New York City?"

"NO!"

"Can we save Taste of Liberty?"

"Yes!" They cheered

Monica smiled

"I am here in front of Taste of Liberty. The famous restaurant that is now on the verge of closing it's doors because the big bad wolf, Bing's Steakhouse, is moving in just a hundred feet away, moving customers away." The news women reported as Monica stood beside her

Chandler was at the gym with Joey working out while watching the news report on T.V. "She is not as nice as she seems on television." He told Joey beside him as they heard Monica's pleas.

"You met her?"

"Yeah." Chandler breathed "Boy, she is a pill."

"Probably not as tan as she looks on T.V. either."

"Oh no, she's beautiful." Chandler told him "But, she's a pill."

"You don't feel bad?" Joey started "About sending her back to a knew project with food stamps and-"

"No, it's not personal."

"It's business?"

Chandler nodded "Yeah." He looked back at the T.V. "Hey, here is the good looking guy." He stopped and looked up at the screen as he came on.

"I sell cheap food, I do, so sue me."

Then they cut him off.

Chandler couldn't believe it.

"That's what you said?"

"Well, that's not all that I said. I can't believe them. I said we were great. I said we had everything you could eat..."

"You?"

"Well not me personally but the business." He shrugged

They continued to watch as Monica came back on.

"I have met Chandler Bing. And I heard him compare his restaurant to a soup kitchen and a steak to a bottle of olive oil at a supermarket.." Monica said slowly trying to be as mean as she could.