(Kelsey laughs)
- Leftover Day's huge this year,
Bobby brought candied apples.
- (muffled) What about the stuff from the Sewer Queen?
Did you try it?
- Yeah just did.
- It's good, right?
- What Thanksgiving leftovers did you guys bring?
- I brought turkey, not real turkey though.
I had my dad make fake Turkey this year for Mortimer's sake.
- Well, I brought soup.
- Oh, what kind?
- Vanilla.
- Eh, what about you, Craig?
- I brought something special.
Just for my two best friends.
- (in unison) Awe!
- Well, what are you waiting for, bust that bad boy open.
- I will, I will.
But first let me tell you the story behind this dish.
Of one boy and his Thanksgiving wish.
(pleasant acoustic guitar music)
- [Narrator] There we were on our way
to my grandparents' place.
The drive was long, but I was patient.
You know me.
- Ugh, Bernard, can't you drive any faster?
- I'm going the speed limit, Craig.
- Are you sure? I think you need to slow down a bit.
- I got it, Mom.
- Okay. Just worried about my baby.
- (scoffs) I'm not a baby. I'm an adult.
I can drive.
- I was talking about the pie.
Your grandmother trusted me to make the
sweet potato pie this year, watch the turn,
and it has to be perfect, slow down!
It's the first time someone besides her has made it,
brakes, and the bar is really high, there's the exit!
- Don't worry, honey.
I'm sure your sweet potato pie will be
just as good as my mom's.
Cause if not,
this might be the last time we're all together in this van.
- About to put you out of this van.
- (panting) We're here. We're here.
- At last! Here comes my beautiful family!
- Grandma!
- Hey, baby! Y'all are just in time,
we were fixin' to eat soon.
- Without you!
- Earl, that's rude!
- Oh, I'm talking to Gus.
Go on, now. Go lick your paw in your own yard.
This ain't a part of our agreement.
- Grandad!
- Hey, baby girl! How you?
- All right now, get inside and wash your hands.
- Come on Bernard.
- [Narrator] We gave my aunt and uncle
our usual warm greetings to let them know
how much we missed them.
- Hi!
- Hey, how's school?
Okay, bye.
- [Narrator] But we couldn't wait
to get to the best part of dinner.
- Oh snap, what's up, cous'?
- Bryson!
- My brother from my dad's brother, Craig.
How the heck are ya?
- I'm good. Glad you're here.
- I'm here, too.
- You're right, Jessica.
You are here. We're all here.
Now that we're together, it's time to assemble
the kids table!
- Ugh.
- [Craig] (singsong) The kids table forever!
Craig!
(epic horn music)
Bryson!
Jessica!
Bernard?
(buzzer sound effect)
Bernard, what are you doing? You got to strike a pose.
- It's empty.
There's an empty seat at the adult table.
Finally,
I can have grown up conversations with like-minded adults
about things like finances and politics.
No more sitting in a plastic chair at a card table with
babies, arguing over whose hands are stickier.
- It's me!
(beautiful piano riff)
- Finally,
it's mine!
- [Jasmine] Surprise!
(epic horn music)
- (screams) Jazz! Baby, I can't believe you made it!
(everyone chattering and clapping)
- Aw, hey Jazzy-Jazz.
Everybody's here, it makes me feel so good.
- Hey Jazz!
Did she get the message what time we started eatin' or what?
- Y'all see my baby? My baby's home!
She looks so good!
I can't believe it, I thought you was
staying at that school for Thanksgiving.
Come in here surprising me like that.
- Well, I had a lot of work to catch up on,
but then I thought something you can't catch up on is time
with your family.
Oh, thank you for pulling out my seat, Bernard.
- Time with your family? Are you, serious?
- There was a party, but it got canceled.
Also, I need to do laundry. Mind your business.
(nails scratching on wood)
- There's my college daughter taking time away
from her studies to see her family.
(Darnell laughs)
By the way, how many kids you got in college, again?
- None. My kids are too young for college.
- (mocking) 'My kids are too young for college.'
Always an excuse.
- Oh, I'm sorry, Bernard.
You know what?
I'm going to get a bigger table and next year you can
sit over here with us.
- [Bernard] Okay.
(epic horn music)
- Looks like you're stuck with us for another year.
- Yeah. Then I'll never have to sit here again.
(somber music)