After a slow and boring drive, the five arrived back home.
"Thanks for letting us borrow the car Mr. Babbit," said Mike.
"Do me a favor Nesmith, take lessons," said Babbit, heading back to his house.
Mike held back from saying anything, while Davy shook his head.
"At least Babbit was nice enough to let you borrow his car," said Peter.
"Come on, let's get this stuff in the pad," said Micky.
Each of the guys took some bags and bought them in.
They unloaded the groceries and let their turkey thaw out.
Thanksgiving Day:
The next morning, the guys got up and went downstairs for breakfast. Peter took the turkey out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. It was still hard as a rock.
"That bird isn't going to thaw in time." Davy said, shaking his head.
"After breakfast, I'll take the wrapping off," Peter replied, "Then I'll put it in the roasting pan."
But after breakfast, Micky remembered that the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was on and they all gathered around to watch it on TV. Only several hours later, did they remember the turkey.
"I forgot to unwrap the turkey!" Peter exclaimed.
"And we gotta get the stuffing and mashed potatoes made!" Micky said.
Peter ran over to the kitchen and after several minutes, the plastic wrapping came free. The turkey was getting a little soft, but still too hard to roast.
"Now, where is that roasting pan?" Peter asked himself. He searched high and low, but no pan.
"What's wrong, Peter?" Mike asked, making the stuffing.
"I can't find the roasting pan." Peter replied.
So the others helped Peter look for the pan, but had no luck.
"I know we had a pan." Micky said, "But what happened to it?"
Davy suddenly snapped his fingers. "I remember now!" He exclaimed, "We gave it back to Mrs. Purdy."
"But she's away, we can't borrow it back." Mike said.
"Great, we get a turkey, but have nothing to cook it on." Micky said.
"Maybe Mr. Babbit has a spare." Micky said, but the look Mike and Davy gave him made him walk back into the living room.
"How about a cookie sheet?" Peter asked, holding up a sheet with sides on it. "It's big enough."
With no better alternative, Peter put the turkey on the cookie sheet. Mike tried to stuff the bird, but the turkey was still too frozen to let anything inside.
"I guess we just gotta wait a little longer." Mike said.
So the guys settled down and waited and waited for the turkey to thaw.
And they waited...
While the guys waited for the turkey to thaw, they took care of the other items.
Davy mashed the potatoes, Mike set the table, Micky washed the vegetables, and Peter cooked up his Mom's recipe for Pumpkin Pie.
After that, the guys decided to see if the turkey was thawed out.
"Mmmm, still a bit frozen in some spots, but I think it's ready to go," said Mike.
"We can put it in the oven?" asked Peter.
"I think so," answered Micky.
"I'm sure it will thaw out faster if we cook it now," said Davy.
They stuffed the turkey, and placed it in the oven.
When the turkey was in the oven, Mike looked at the clock. By the time they ate it would be late, but better late than never, Mike thought to himself.
"So how long now?" Micky asked, licking his lips.
"Well, its fifteen minutes a pound and we have an eighteen pound turkey..." Peter replied, trying to figure out the math in his head.
"About four hours, Peter." Davy said, then pointed to the oven. "That's after you turn the oven on and let the temperature rise."
Mike and Micky slapped their palms against their faces. Peter took the turkey out and turned the oven on. After almost a half-hour, the oven was finally the right temperature.
"It'll be four hours from right now." Peter said. Micky, Mike and Davy clapped.
"Well, let's watch some football." Mike told the others.
So the guys sat down on the couch and Mike turned on the TV. Just as they got comfortable, the lights went out.
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