Ben, Don and others in “The Family Thanksgiving”

Why do I have to sit at the kids' table?

There's no room, son. We had to make a space for our guest.

Look who wanted to join us.

Um, sport? Do you really think it's a good idea to have a cat on the table?

Isn't that what Thanksgiving's about? Sharing it with those that we genuinely, truly, honestly care for? Aw, she thinks she's people. Who likes trimmings? You do. You do. Oh look, I see the deviled egg plate is empty. Why don't I go get the rest out of the fridge.

I wouldn't dream of it. Let me.

No no, I insist.

Remember, one of those eggs needs to be put aside to analyze.

[while looking at the deviled eggs] Your sacrifice will be great, unfertilized non-babies, but it shall not be forgotten. Now, you want my secret so much? Well I'll give it to you.

Ow! Hey.

The grown-ups table always gets first dibs, you silly goose. [he drops off the eggs to the table as Elise's parents get a piece of the deviled eggs and bites it]

[chokes] What is this, poison?!

It's vinegar!

Apple cider vinegar, to be exact! A whole bottle's worth.

Graa! I'm gonna be sick!

Why?! Why would you do this when we've been nothing but nice to you?

Only for your own nefarious gains.

What are you talking about?!

You only invited me here because you wanted to steal my secret family recipe and then throw me away.

Of course that's the only reason we invited you! Have you ever met you?!

A-HA!

Get out of my house! FINE! And take that mangy furball with you!

It's not mange! She's just not very good at licking herself.

Darn it Don, we were so close.

No more! And if there is no cranberry sauce, so help me I will smother everyone in this house.