Teen Titans Go! (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 23 - Thanksgiving - full transcript

2x23 - "Thanksgiving"

Perfection.
Thanksgiving style.

Whoa! Thanksgiving!

The best holiday after
Christmas, Halloween,

Valentine's, New Year's
and my birthday. Oh, yeah!

Sweet potatoes with
marshmallows on top. Classy.

- Ooh, I cannot wait!
- Dig in!

Huh?

There will be no digging until I say so.

No one can eat until
a very special guest arrives.

Batman!



He trained me to be a
master fighter, detective,

and host of medium-size
holiday gatherings.

That's why everything needs
to be perfect when he arrives.

The decor, the place settings,
the seating arrangement,

and most importantly, the food.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Wait! What is that?

My first attempt at the
Thanksgiving dish of sides, Robin.

It is the Burp-Glurp.

Some say that its struggles
in one's throat

adds to its deliciousness.

Sounds tasty. But, no.

I know Bat visits stress
you out, but just relax.

Think about what you're thankful for.

Ooh! He's here!



Hello, hello.
Happy Thanksgiving, puny mortals.

Trigon. You are not welcome
here, you evil demon!

You're not on the seating chart.

Oh, I won't be a bother.

I'm not here as a demon.
I'm here as a dad.

I wanted to make sure my little
lump has a perfect Turkey Day.

Ugh!
So nice to see you, Dad.

Can't wait to see how
you ruin this holiday.

I promise I will not
devour any souls this year.

Only that succulent bird.

My goodness!
Cooked to perfection.

Yes, it is.

Hmm, I guess we can make room.

I, uh, actually invited
some extra guests too.

- What?
- I had to, dude.

It's a homeless family.

Aw. Well, then of
course we can make room.

- Where are they?
- Right there.

Ahhh!

You said it was a homeless family!
Those are filthy rats!

Yeah.
A homeless family of filthy rats.

They're destroying my perfect turkey.

Thanks a lot, homeless rats.
Thanksgiving is ruined.

I can help out with a new
turkey. All I need is for the

biggest, strongest, meatiest
Titan to join me in the kitchen.

Oh, oh, that's me! I'm strong,
and you want to talk meaty?

Give this a little pinch.

Mmm.

You will do nicely.

So, how are we going to cook this bird?

Deep fry? Smoke it?
I'm a grilling man myself.

Got built-in tongs.

I have a secret family recipe.

- I want to know the secret.
- Well, if you promise not to tell.

I turn you into a turkey
and cook you, and we eat you.

That's it.

Come on, come on, where is he?
Gravy's almost ready.

He should be here soon.

Whoa!

- What, more rats?
- Yeah.

They loved your cooking so much,

they invited their
entire extended family,

who are also homeless and filthy.

There's not enough food or seats.

- They need to leave, right now.
- Aw, they won't eat much.

Just enough to fill their
little disgusting rat bellies.

They can stay.
But no more rats.

And don't let them
gnaw on the decorations.

I spent a lot of time on them.

Behold!

The Thanksgiving rite
of the foot and the ball!

Scoredown!

CHEERLEADERS: Be aggressive!

B-E aggressive!

Starfire, what are you doing?

I am contributing a
traditional Thanksgiving game.

Punt-off!

Dad, what are you doing?

Ah, honey, you're here!

Be a dear and help me chop off your
friend's skinny bird head, okay?

This always happens.
You show up acting

all nice, but then you
commit some unspeakable evil.

Aw, I just wanted my daughter's
Turkey Day to actually have a turkey.

Oh, so that makes it okay
to eat one of my friends?

I chose the one you like least.

- I like Robin the least.
- We can eat him, too.

Dad!

Any minute now.

Decorations in place, food...
Whoa! What?

Beast Boy!
I told you not to invite more rats.

- I didn't, dude.
- Then why are there more rats?

Miracle of life, bro.

Mama rats plus papa rats
make baby rats.

Batman is going to
be here at any moment.

What is he going to think?

Don't you know he likes bats, not rats!

Bats, not rats!

Bats! Not rats.

Slippery rascal.

I've got him, I've got him,
I've got him now.

Get away from my friend.

Thanksgiving needs a turkey.

Fine. Just eat Cyborg.

You never listen to me anyway.

All I wanted was for
today to be perfect.

Perfect for who, Dad?

Well, if your "perfect" Thanksgiving

doesn't include eating
one of your friends,

- then so be it.
- Thanks, Dad.

Now, change Cyborg back
and let's go get ready for dinner.

Oh, uh... I can't.

He's stuck as a turkey
until at least Christmas.

Magic.
Pretty crazy, huh?

The decorations are up,
the table is set. Perfect!

But, Robin, where will you sit?

I forgot a seat for me!

Don't worry, brah, we saved
you one at the kids' table.

The kids' table?!
Not the kids' table!

I got to sit here every year. Rickety
table legs that don't even match my...

Let us commence the feast.

No! I said nobody eats
until Batman arrives.

Where is he going to sit?

He's Batman!
He sits where he likes!

Now, while we wait, everybody just...

just say what you're thankful for.

I'll start.

I'm thankful that I was able to
put together a perfect Thanksgiving.

Even though some people
tried to ruin it.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm thankful
for my cool new rat friends

who understand the point
of a holiday actually...

Robin.

I'm thankful my dad turned
my friend into a turkey.

I'm thankful to be
here with my daughter,

even if she doesn't
appreciate my gifts to her.

Well said, my juicy,
meaty, delicious friend.

I can't help myself.

I need to eat that robot turkey!

Food fight!

Scoredown!

Take that!

You're all off the seating chart!

Yeah?

I guess I ruined
Thanksgiving for everyone.

Yes, you did.
But everyone's terrible actions

have helped me understand
the true meaning of this celebration.

And that is why I am thankful

that you are our leader, Robin,
and my friend.

I'm thankful you always make
me feel better about myself.

Want to help me clean up my mess?

What? How?

It is the Christmas
miracle of the Thanksgiving.

Who did this?

It was the rats.

They say that usually they
don't have a place to go

or food, or even a chance
to see their family.

Tonight, though, they
had all that and more.

They think this was the
best Thanksgiving ever.

And to say thanks, they
wanted to give something back.

A Thanksgiving feast.

Amazing!
But what about the turkey?

Oh, Dad and I took care of that.