Turkey Lily!
[blabbering]
Here's your pass out pillow, Lincoln.
Oh, every year Lincoln eats so much turkey he falls asleep at the table,
- and misses dessert. - But not this year!
I've got a plan. If I start to feel sleepy,
I'll just dip my head in this bucket of ice water, like so.
Ah! Need a new plan!
- Sup, Bobby? - Digging the new look.
These are not for fashion, they're my pee pants.
This way, I don't have to miss any of the meal or the football game
by running to the bathroom like a chup.
Test run!
[moaning]
Nice! Dry as a bone.
So much for my chicken stock.
When we lived in Royal Woods, Mom always had to work
the Thanksgiving shift at the hospital.
[screaming]
Oh, this is just cranberry sauce. I tripped on the way over.
How's the turkey coming, Dad?
Ha! Turkeys are for amateurs, Lori Loo. I'm making a tur-goosa.
A pigeon, stuffed inside a goose, stuffed inside a turkey.
Three times the bird, three times the deliciousness.
- Oh... - Ah! Triple homicide!
Oh, I wish you could smell Abuela's famous tamales.
[sniffing]
No Roberto, there are only enough tamales for dinner.
[yelling]
Lola, you were supposed to choose a photo of Bobby and Lori, not you.
What are you talking about? They're right there.
Try again.
- Oh, is someone playing guitar? - That's Abuelo.
He serenades the family every year at Thanksgiving.
Let me just tune my guitar. Sergio, give me a G.
[squawking]
G!
Lincoln, I need you to polish these spoons.
What are you doing?
Ow, trying to see if pulling out my eyebrows
- will keep my awake for dessert. - Spoons!
- Do I smell... - My buñuelos? Why, yes!
They're my all-time favorite!
- Here, have some more. - You made pozole too?
- Another one of my faves! - Sh-sh, keep eating!
Scram!
Nice try, sister. But as officers of the Feast Force,
it's our job to protect this food till tomorrow.
- I was just-- - We said scram!
Leni, weren't you going to put a leaf in the table?
I did, hello!
Come back, Gravy Bot!
- Gravy? - Excuse you?
[screaming]
Apologies, first-born sibling. Just doing a test run with Gravy Bot,
the robot I built to ensure equal gravy distribution.
I'll send in clean up bots.
No, no more bots! I got it.
I know you said not to bring anything, but I didn't want to be rude
and show up empty-handed.
Oh please, I think we can make room for one little dish.
Alright, back it up boys!
[truck beeping]
Don't worry, honey. There's no way they're gonna upstage your meal.
Hi, this is a pig on a spit. Where would you like it?
Kitchen.
Uno, dos, tres!
[playing guitar]
[laughing]
[gobbling]
[laughing]
This is great!
Here, try my turkey skin-infused stuffing. You're gonna love it.
But first, try my tamales. I added an extra kick.
An extra kick, that's cute.
They don't want heat, they want sweet, here kids!
Taste my marshmallow-covered potatoes.
How do you know what they want?
They are clearing craving my homemade shredded turkey mole.
[groaning]
Did someone say 'gravy'?
[screaming]
No, they don't deserve it.
Ah, malfunction!
Malfunction!
[laughing]
[shouting]
How about a duet?
Uno, dos...
[music playing]
♪ Two different families Yet so much in common ♪
♪ The loudness, the chaos But we'll just keep strummin' ♪
♪ Together is better When we're in harmony♪
♪ For Bobby and Lori Our hearts were once breaking ♪
♪ But now we're together It's memories we're making ♪
♪ Mis amigos nuevos that you And you, and you, and you ♪
♪ And you, and me Thanksgiving fiesta ♪
- ¿Aquí? - You betcha!
- Will somebody save me the beak? - Ew!
♪ Grateful, por todo ♪
♪ Agradecido I'm grateful for it all ♪
♪ Grateful, por todo ♪
♪ Agradecido For breaking down the walls ♪
♪ We're grateful for it all ♪
Ha-ha, sweet!