THE ONE WHERE UNDERDOG GETS AWAY

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Rachel sighed, "Yeah, well it was. I, I broke a cup."

"Well, I'm off to Carol's." Ross stood up.

"Ooh, ooh! Why don't we invite her?" Phoebe asked.

"Ooh, ooh. Because she's my ex-wife, and will probably want to bring her, ooh, ooh, lesbian life partner." Ross mocked.

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"LOOK, IF SHE'S talking to it, I just think that I should
get some belly time too. Not that I believe any of this." Ross said from his place on the kitchen table.

"Oh, I believe it. I think the baby can totally believe
everything. I can show you. Look, this will seem a little
weird, but you put your head inside this turkey, and then
we'll all talk, and you'll hear everything we say." Phoebe explains.

Chandler walks over to Ross, "I'd just like to say that I'm totally behind this experiment. In fact, I'd very much like to butter your head."

"Hey, Rach, did you make your money?" Monica asks.

"No, not even close. Forget Vail, forget seeing my family, forget shoop, shoop, shoop." Rachel says sadly as she sits on the couch.

"Rach, here's your mail." I say as Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe all stand next to me.

"Thanks, you can just put it on the table." Rachel sighs.

"No, here's your mail." I wave the envelope in her face.

"Thanks, you can just put it on the table." Rachel repeats slightly irritated.

"I slap her of the head with the envelope, "Would you just open it?"

"Oh my god, oh, you guys are great." Rachel gasps as she pulls out money.

"We all chipped in." Monica smiled.

"We did?" Ross asks.

"You owe me 20 bucks." Monica stated

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" Rachel says as she hugs us all.

"Chandler, here you go, got your traditional Thanksgiving feast, you got your tomato soup, your grilled cheese fixin's, and your family size bag of Funyuns." Monica hands him a grocery bag.

"Wait, wait, Chandler, this is what you're havin' for
Thanksgiving dinner? What, what, what is it with you and
this holiday?" Rachel asks confused.

Chandler sighs, "All right, I'm nine years old."

"Oh, I hate this story." Ross groans.

"We just finished this magnificent Thanksgiving dinner.
I have, and I remember this part vividly, a mouthful of
pumpkin pie, and this is the moment my parents choose to
tell me they're getting divorced." Chandler explains.

"Oh my god." Rachel stated sympathetically.

"Yes. It's very difficult to appreciate a Thanksgiving
dinner once you've seen it in reverse." Chandler motions.

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JOEY WALKED INTO the coffee house and we all broke out laughing, "So I guess you all saw it."

"Saw what?" Rachel held in her laughter.

"No, we were just laughing. You know, how laughter can be infectious." Phoebe jokes.

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JOEY SLAMS THE apartment door, "Set another place for Thanksgiving. My entire family thinks I have VD."

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