06x12 - The First Thanksgiving

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Green Bay's wiping
them all over the field.

They always win on
Thanksgiving Day.

Great game, huh, Pots?

Oldies.

How can you people be watching

a-a sports event here

when there is a Shirley
Temple movie on?

Fonzie, Green Bay!

Richie, Heidi!

Heidi?

Don't you touch that dial.

Can I have your
attention, please?

Ah, now this is the menu

for the Cunningham
Thanksgiving dinner

will be as follows:

tomato juice with lemon wedge,

turkey with cranberry sauce,

mashed potatoes, candied yams,

giblet gravy, chestnut
stuffing, green beans,

hot rolls and butter,

celery and olives,

pumpkin pie,

cider and coffee,

and, of course, mints.

Well, you know, this
is gonna be better

than it reads on paper.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Uh, Richard, will you
mash the potatoes, please?

- Will do.
- Howard,

will you take the turkey

out of the oven so it can cool?

- Right away, sweetheart.
- Joanie, I'll need you

to put the plates on the table.

Okay, Mom.

Arthur, will you
drain the veggies?

Draining the veggies.

Will you look at
those cheerleaders.

- Cartwheels!
- Yeah!

Richard, the potatoes now!

Yeah, in a second, Mom.
Green Bay's on the 20 yard line.

- I think they're gonna...
- What are you doing?!

- Mom!
- Sports!

- Now hear this!
- Uh-oh.

I knew we should watch Heidi.

What's wrong, sweetheart?

Don't "sweetheart" me!

Hey, Pots, a family
fight. Let's get out of here.

Right, uh, happy Thanksgiving.

Let's go to my house.

But your dad didn't invite me.

That's okay. He
didn't invite me either.

Listen, all of you.

I have worked hard all day.

I've set the table, I've
washed all of the good china

and the dishes and
I've made the gravy

and I've baked and
I've cooked and I've...

I'm cooking the veggies.

I've cooked the veggies.
Thank you, Arthur.

I cooked the vegetables,
and I arranged the flowers,

and not one of you has lifted
one finger to help me, not one!

Yeah, but Marion...

Thanksgiving is a time

of family togetherness.

A time of sharing
and working together

toward a common,
uh, common turkey.

I'm just working my
fingers to the bone,

and what are you doing?

You're all just sitting
here comfortably

watching some stupid
little basketball game.

I've had it! I've had it!

The only company I've
had today is a tom turkey.

You've insulted the
memory of our forefathers,

those brave pilgrims who
began Thanksgiving Day

and made it a day
to look forward to.

You have forgotten the
meaning of Thanksgiving.

I'll remind you.

Now, in 1621...

the Pilgrims had this
wonderful harvest...

Mistress Joanie,

maketh ready for
the choir practice.

I hear thee, Mother.

I should hath made
this door wider.

You know, you would
think there would be

at least one other
blacksmith in this colony.

I can't keep up with the
business and do my chores, too.

Greetings, wife.

Greetings, husband.

You are a good man, husband.

Yes, I am.

And I do good work, too.

It's not like last year when
I first became a blacksmith

and had to recall 20
defective horseshoes.

Good evening, Mistress Joanie.

Greetings, Father.

Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot you disapprove
of kissing, Father.

Kissing is a tool of the Devil.

It could lead to other things.

- Yes!
- Marion...

You know, husband,

tomorrow marketh the end

of our first year
in the New World.

Yes, and you know, wife, it
has been a bountiful harvest.

I know, dear.

I think we should
have a celebration.

One of eating, singing,
and good fellowship.

Yes, and we could call
it Bountiful Harvest Day.

Will there be dancing?

Hold your tongue, daughter.

Dancing is another
tool of the Devil.

Do you want to wind
up in the stocks?

Boy, being a Pilgrim
sure is a drageth.

Well, we womenfolks
were discussing it

at the town
meeting, and we think

that we should have a big feast

and call it "Thanksgiving."

Thanksgiving Day.

Well, that's all right for now.

Next year, let's have
it in warmer weather,

say, the Fourth of July.

Hail.

Hail and well met,
Mistress Joanie...

Father and Mother.

Can't you just say
"greetings" like everyone else?

Go to your loft.

I can't. I have to
get to choir practice.

Or I'll miss my place next
to that Pilgrim hunketh.

Father, are you letting
her go out like that?

Have you seen her skirt?

It's up to her ankles!

That's the way of the young.

Well, I found some
blueberries up on the hill.

Oh, what a thrill!

What was that?

Oh.

'Tis my friend, Master Fonzie.

He has strange ways.

I would not let him
come into this house.

Too late now.

Greet-eth-amundo.

What can I do for
you, Master Fonzie?

O, great blacksmith,
I need a new part.

'Tis my brakes again.

Mistresses, thank ye, thank ye.

Inspiration Rock,

two turns of the hour glass.

Be there.

Master Arthur, will
you sup with us?

Oh, uh, thank ye,
but nay ye, uh...

I got a res to sup with
the Standish triplets.

Whoa!

Oh, these colonial fires.

They're not like
they were in England.

Well, good dame
Cunningham, I'll take care of that.

No need, no need.

Stand back.

Hail, farewell, and whoa-eth.

Husband, did see
what he did with the fire?

Isn't he wonderful?

I see it, and I do not like it.

He has strange
ways for a Pilgrim.

Well, he may dress a
little differently, but, uh...

It's not that.

It's... it's what he
does with the maidens.

He only takes them
to Inspiration Rock.

That, too, is the
way of the young.

Wife, go cooketh.

And another thing.

He has no fear of the Indians.

Why should we fear
the Indians, Father?

They've done
nothing but help us.

Oh, you're so young and foolish!

Our elders have ruled
that they are heathens.

That we must keep our distance.

Master Fonzie
has broken the rule,

and we must let him know that.

I think he knows.

We'll be at our tableth.

Yes, trapping and
tracking all day

gives a man a mighty thirst.

Yeah.

Hurry up with those ciders!

Here you are.

- Two ciders.
- Ah.

That'll be one raccoon pelt.

You got change for a skunk?

Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep.

Squirrel tail, squirrel tail...

and one small rat.

It was so much much easier

when they let you run a tab.

Innkeeper, I'm hungry.

What have you got here
for two hungry trappers?

The special tonight
is mooseburgers.

The horns are extra.

I think I just lost my appetite.

Ah, you'll love my mooseburgers.

They go down very nicely.

Yes, but do they stay down?

I've still got it, even
in the New World.

Yeah.

- Huh, Wolfstalker?
- Yeah.

Be right back, Bearslayer.

Wait a minute...

Wait a minute.

You forgot to take a lamp.

Don't get lost out there.

He's such a wolfstalker.

Hail, Alfred.

Hail.

What say ye to,
uh, a little credit?

Ah, sorry, Master Richie,
but you know the rules.

Pelts on the barrel head.

I'll stand Master
Richie to a cider.

Two squirrel tails
and keep the change.

Take back your rat.

Boy, that's some bathroom.

I had to share with a
woodchuck and a moose.

Were they friendly?

Warm.

Oh, thank you.

- Hail, Wolfstalker!
- Hey!

How goeth the trapping
business with you two?

Not too good, but we've
invented a new trap,

- and we'll be able to catch anything.
- Yeah.

Then we'll be rich, Rich.

Greetings!

Hail and well met, Father.

Can't you just say "greetings"
like everybody else?

I have fixed your
cooking pots again, Alfred.

Alfred, isn't that Icicle Annie?

The same.

She's not anymore.

I tell you, there are
demons within him.

Yeah, I wish he'd
loan me a couple.

Hail, Friend Fonzie.

Thank ye.

- Come join us.
- Yeah.

Thank ye.

Are you Wolfstalker
and Deerslayer?

That's, uh, Wolfstalker
and Bearslayer.

Who careth?

I got a bone to pick with you.

Oh, we don't trade in bones.

They're too hard to trap.

- You come over on the Mayflower?
- Yeah.

What boat's your
brain coming in on?

Oh...

Good one, Master Fonz.

I knoweth that.

Now, I hear you've been
cheating some friends of mine.

Master Fonzie, what
seems to be the trouble?

Ask these hairy ones here.

They've been buying
pelts from the Indians

and trading them in,
uh, counterfeit wampum.

Oh, you think it's easy
making counterfeit wampum

when you don't know what
the real wampum looks like?

Besides, who cares?

They're only Indians.

I care.

And I, Master Fonzie.

Because they're human beings.

Those sniveling savages

didn't have the courage
to accuse Bearslayer,

- and face him eye to eye.
- Yeah.

Indians! To arms! To arms!

Ho, ho! They're in our compound.

Savages! Savages!
They'll destroy our homes.

All right. Hold it.

I invited them here.

We have to settle this
matter. It's a matter of trust.

Hear, hear!

Well said.

Master Fonzie,

by bringing these
savages into the compound,

you have broken the law
and endangered our lives.

And the law says that you
must be put into the stocks.

Yeah!

You can't put Master Fonzie

in the stocks for
trying to undo a wrong.

Oh, yes, I can.

The law's the law.

And besides, he
cavorts with demons.

Bearslayer,
Wolfstalker, lock him in.

Right.

Whoa-eth.

On second thought, couldn't
we just ask him to leave?

Bu the law has been broken.

Now if we cannot
punish Master Fonzie,

then we must
punish the intruders...

- Yes.
- The Indians...

And my guneth is loaded.

Well, it waseth.

All right, now, cooleth it.

The Indians have done no wrong.

Let them go in peace.

I will go to the
stockades myself, huh?

Master Fonzie.

What're you going to do now?

Uh, I figure I'd hang
around here for awhile.

Now, where was I? Oh, yes!

The strange one
was in the stocks.

That's me.

And his friend was
trying to free him.

That's you.

So the friend got up

this petition, and
he took it around

to all the Pilgrims...

Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye.

All right, all right.

Today this brave
man is in the stocks

because he stood up
for what he believed in.

Well, tomorrow, it
could be any one of you.

However, your
signatures on this petition

demanding his immediate release

will let the village elders
know where we stand.

Now, are you with us?

It was a good speech,
Master Richard.

It just fell on deaf ears.

Ah, thank you,
thank you very much.

We're not signing the petition.

The longer he
stays in the stocks,

the more wenches for us-eth.

Come on, let's bundle.

- Freeze.
- Freeze?

I don't think you're
in any position

to give orders.

Just keeping her warm
for you, Master Fonz.

He broke the stock.

Hey, our first stockbroker.

I'm here to tell you something.

When Master Fonzie
speaks, everybody listens.

He's loose.

Let's go get the Indians.

Yeah, yeah.

Cool it!

Save your powder.

I'll go back in the stocks.

Careful, oh, dear,
looketh, look, looketh.

Ah, poor child.

Oh, oh.

Over here.

Oh, help me.

Zounds, our trap worked!

Do we get to keep her?

You fool!

This is my daughter.

- And my sister.
- Oh.

Don't I get any credit?

Now hear thee this,

you chowderheads you,

you put this trap right in
the middle of a pathway.

We don't go in bushes.
We're afraid of animals.

How do you open this?

Open it?

Which one of you is dim enough

to build a trap you
didn't know how to open?

He was.

I can't spend
the rest of my life

- in one of these.
- You're right.

Styles do change.

We'll have, we'll have to
rescue Mistress Joanie,

at least her foot.

Perchance Master
Fonzie can help us.

Master Fonzie?

Ask and you shall receive.

You would help us, strange one?

If you release me and
let the Indians go in peace.

Agreed?

- Father?
- Agreed.

- Someone get the key!
- No need.

I love it when he does that.

Oh, it came off!

Oh, husband, didst see that?

Perhaps he does
deal with demons.

There ain't no demons here.

They say I have a knacketh.

Master Fonzie, I was wrong.

I see now there was no evil
intent in your strangeness.

How can I repay you?

Maybe we should invite
him to our Thanksgiving feast.

Well, I'm very sorry.

Uh, thank ye, but
I have a res to sup

with some of my Indian friends.

Better watch it, Master Arthur.

Thee may be the main meal.

Rumors.

She listens to rumors.

But, Master Fonzie,
they're savages.

Yes, yes.

Hold it! Hold it! Just
because they look different

don't mean they're savages.

- -Oh, yes, yes...
- Looketh!

We came to this New World

because people used
to think we were different.

Yeah, we came here for freedom.

Why should we take
that from somebody else?

We came here 'cause the
trapping was so crummy in London.

Master Fonzie is right.

Perhaps we should get
to know the Indians better.

Do you think they
would accept an invitation

to our Thanksgiving feast?

Yea, I accept in their behalf.

As a matter of fact, to show
you what kind of sport I am...

I think I'll bring
a kazooga along.

- Oh, good.
- A kazooga!

What's a kazooga?

That's a surprise.
That's a surprise.

Look!

The John Aldens
have given us a pie

for our Thanksgiving feast.

Oh, uh, but, Father,

there's only half a pie there.

It was a long walk.

I don't mind.

Today is such a festive
day, nothing bothers me.

Ah, it's my getteth.

- Hi there, Richard.
- Hail.

We brought the, uh, chicken.

Yes, the Plymouth Colonel

was having a
Thanksgiving Day special.

And I brought the cider.

Hard?

No, I rolled it part of the way.

Mistress Cunningham,

here are your chickens.

- Thank you...
- Whoa!

Oh, company's here.

Must be Master
Fonzie and his friends.

- Welcome. -Welcome.
- Welcome.

Brave and noble Indians,

we are honored

to have you in...

our humble home.

What does he say, Master Fonzie?

"Why can't you say
'greetings' like everybody else?"

And here is the kazooga
we promised you.

Oh, it looks just like a turkey.

Thank you very much, and
won't you all join our feast?

What does he say, Master Fonzie?

He says he's glad to see
there's food on the table.

He heard you had strange ways.

He thought maybe he was
going to be the main course.

Well, we certainly think alike.

What do you think about kissing?

Marion.

Oh, yes, husband.

Well, come join us, please.

The bench.

Sitteth.

No, no, it's all
right. It's cool here.

You see, it's their...
it's their custom.

There's a great reverence
being close to the earth.

Ah.

Ah, excuse me.

What?

Oh, right, right, right.

That's, uh,

two drumsticks and a wing.

Very little dressing.

Now let us give thanks

for our bountiful harvest.

Master Richard?

Thank you, O, Lord,

for leading us to this New World

and thank you for the freedom

that we can all share together.

Amen.

Amen.

The Indians and the Pilgrims
shared their bounteous feast

and brotherhood,

and that's what
Thanksgiving is about.

I'm touched.

But I'm sorry that
I lost my temper,

and I promise all of you

that I will never
act that way again.

I ask for your forgiveness.

Oh, sweetheart, we're the
ones who should be sorry.

Yeah, Mom, we
just weren't thinking.

Sorry, Mom.

Ditto.

Thank you.

I feel so much better.

- Pass the rolls.
- Yeah, right, right.

You know, there's a lot
to say at Thanksgiving.

A lot more than
"please pass the rolls"

or "can I have the drumstick?"

This is a day to
count your blessings.

Everyone has something
to be thankful for.

I have four big reasons.

Howard, Joanie,
Richard and Arthur.

I thank you all...

for this house,

this home,

and for the love
that draws us close.

Well, I know beautiful
words when I hear them,

and I say, to Mrs. C.

- Mom. -To Mom.
- To Mrs. C.

Oh, my.

Sweetheart, as
long as you're up,

would you like to
carve the kazooga?

Now, quick, before
everything gets cold.

Ah, what a fine dinner that was.

I'm so stuffed.

I can't move an inch.

That's good!

That's bad. I got a heavy date.

I can't operate in slow motion.

No, no, no, no, no!

You just sit right
down here and relax.

We are going to
clean up everything.

- I'll wash.
- And I'll dry.

And I'm gonna clear the table.

I think I'll just stay and
keep Mrs. C. company.

I think I'm gonna help
like you never saw.

Now, sweetheart,

you just go over there
and sitteth on the coucheth

and watcheth the TV.

We'll take care of
everything out here.

Thank you. I'll do just that.

I have the best
family in the world.

Oh, you don't know
how nice it's gonna be

to just sit here and do nothing.

Oh, Heidi's still on.

On the other hand,
my wedding china!

♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪

♪ Good-bye, gray
sky, hello, blue ♪

♪ There's nothing can
hold me when I hold you ♪

♪ It feels so right,
it can't be wrong ♪

♪ Rockin' and
rollin' all week long ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Happy and free ♪
- ♪ Oh, happy days ♪

♪ These days are ours ♪

- ♪ Share them with me ♪
- ♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ These happy days
are yours and mine ♪

♪ These happy days are
yours and mine, Happy Days! ♪