At the Soar Nest...

--

"So, this is the Soar Nest?" Flapgirl asked, partially impressed.

"Cool, huh? I had it built only recently, too!" Soarman answered.

"But why is right next to my house?!"

"U-um... It's a total coincidence..."

"Well, whatever. Can I stay here from now on?" She asked.

"What about your mom?"

"Don't worry, I already took care of her..."

--

Meanwhile, at Flapgirl's house...

"Erica, sweetie! Time for lunch!" Her mom said gleefully, feeding baby food to a doll in a highchair.

"Mama." The doll responded monotonously.

"It's about time you started acting your age." The delusional mother wiped the doll's face. "But stop spitting out your food!"

--

"I see..." Soarman uttered, not quite happy upon hearing what Flapgirl had to say.

"So, can I stay?"

"I'm not sure about that."

"Why not? You let Steve stay here!"

"Did someone call me?" Steve came into the room suddenly.

"Pleaaase?" Flapgirl pleaded, with big, watery eyes.

"... Oh, all right." Soarman gave in. "But this means more training from now on. Probably."

"Of course!" She said happily. "So, what are going to do today?"

"There's no one that needs saving right now, so we're going to celebrate Thanksgiving!"

"Oh, that's right! I forgot it was Thanksgiving today..."

"T-thanksgiving!?!?" Steve exclaimed in horror. "NOOOO!!!!!" He flew out of the cave.

"That was random..."

"Wow Steve, I didn't know Soarman taught you how to fly already!"

"AHHHH!!!" Steve fell, onto the sort of hard dirt below. "I-I'm okay... I think..."

"Guess not..." Flapgirl said sadly, then turned her attention to Soarman. "He's going to be part of our superhero team, right? Shouldn't he be able to fly, too?"

"Turkeys can't fly, Flapgirl." He reminded her. "But you make a good point; our mascot should also be able to fly! To the thinking chamber!"

"You have a thinking chamber?"

"Well, for now, it's also the bathroom."

"Actually guys, I'm in a lot of pain..." Steve uttered.

"I suppose for starters, we'll give him a para-glider to learn how to fly."

"Seriously guys, I'm hurting over here!"

"Where are we going to get a para-glider, though?" She asked Soarman.

"Hm..." Soarman though for a second. "You're right. We'll just have to use this." He pulls out a para-glider.

"W-where did you get that from?!"

"I think I'm dying..."

"Pulling para-gliders out of thin air is a basic skill for a superhero!"

I doubt that...

"Please help..." Steve pleaded. "I'll even be your stupid mascot, Soarman."

"Here you go, mascot!" Soarman threw down the para-glider to Steve.

"OW!!! Now it hurts even more!"

"Did you hear something?" Flapgirl asked.

"Nope. Let's go get a turkey to eat!" Soarman said, flying off.

"Yeah! I bet Steve'll love it!" Flapgirl added, following him.

"At least it can't get any worse... right?" Steve laid on the ground, unable to move.

"Oh my, a turkey!" Flapgirl's mom stated, walking toward Steve. "You're a fat one, aren't you? You'll be perfect for Thanksgiving dinner!"

"I'm not fat! ... Wait, dinner? NOOO!!!"

--

A few minutes later...

"I can't believe the stores were all closed!" Soarman said angrily.

"It makes sense. The store workers need to celebrate Thanksgiving, too."

"They just want to hog all the food themselv-..."

"Where's Steve?" She interrupted.

"Don't know..." Soarman picked up a para-glider off the ground. "And he left this behind."

"Wait, that's right!" Flapgirl exclaimed. "Steve's a turkey, too! Someone might've taken him for Thanksgiving dinner!"

"Or Thanksgiving lunch!"

"It must've been someone who lives around here..." She looked around, and focused her attention on the house directly in front of the Soar Nest. "Of course! He must be there!"

"But that's..."

"Let's go!"

Flapgirl ran to the house, with Soarman in tow.

--

"Erica dear, be a good girl and eat your squash!" Flapgirl's mom said, feeding the doll again.

"Mama." The doll said with its usual dull voice.

"Give back Steve, you turkey thief!" Flapgirl shouted, suddenly opening the door.

"Who are you people?!" Her mom shouted scaredly, grabbing the doll and holding it tight. "Please don't hurt my baby!"

"Mama."

"H-Heidi!?"

"You know my mom, Soarman?"

"N-no, never met her before in my life..."

"I see..."

"You guys!" Steve cried and sobbed, wearing a pilgrim costume.

"Steve, you're okay!"

"Who cares?" Steve sniffed. "B-Barbara... Barbara isn't!"

"Huh? Who's that?" She asked.

"Y'know, my girlfriend!" Steve explained. "I was in love with that beautiful chicken! And your crazy mom cooked her!"

"Chicken? Why would she cook a chicken instead of a turkey?"

"You expect her to know the difference?!" Steve sniffed again.

"Whatever. Let's go home." Soarman grabbed Steve.

"Yeah!" Flapgirl said happily. "And have some of our own delicious Thanksgiving dinner!"

"Barbara... NOOO!!!"

--

And the three of them indeed had some scrumptious Thanksgiving dinner... and by that I mean leftover sausages.

Happy Thanksgiving!