An Oliver and Company Thanksgiving/Transcript

Oliver and Company: The Series

An Oliver and Company Thanksgiving

(Setting: Georgette's bedroom. She is sitting at her mirror, applying makeup. Oliver and Dodger are watching from the hallway.)

Dodger: (imitating a wildlife presenter) And here we have that rarest of creatures, the spoiled show dog, otherwise known as Georgette. As you can see, she's busy beautifying herself for--

(Georgette glares at him.)

Georgette: If I were you, I'd make myself scarce!

(Dodger and Oliver take off, laughing. They arrive in the living room, where they slap five. Rita enters.)

Rita: Been annoying Princess Poodle again?

Oliver: Yup.

Dodger: Never gets old.

(In the hallway, Winston is talking on the phone.)

Winston: But it's Thanksgiving! Jenny's going to be so disappointed.

Mr. Foxworth: (on the other end of the phone) I know, but our flight from San Francisco's been delayed by two hours! I can't exactly wave a magic wand to fix this.

Winston: Look, I will talk to Jennifer about this. (puts the phone down)

(At that moment, Jenny approaches with Fagin.)

Jenny: Still no luck, Winston?

Winston: No, I'm afraid not. (Jenny looks dejected)

Fagin: Look, we'll at least try to make this a wonderful occasion.

Jenny: Thanks. (skips off)

Fagin: Poor kid.

Winston: She was so looking forward to having the whole family together. I just don't--

(Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.)

Winston: Oh, I wonder who that is.

(He opens the door to greet the guests.)

Winston: Come in, come in. Have a seat.

(We can see who the visitor is. He's a middle-aged Native American man with long black hair, with grey streaks, and sporting a buckskin coat with flares, denim jeans, and brown boots topped with fur. He is accompanied by his wife, a tall, attractive woman possibly in her 30s or 40s, and black hair tied into a braid, and sporting a tribal necklace, winter coat and buckskin trousers and boots, and their young daughter, around the same age as Jenny.)

Winston: My name is Winston. Butler for the Foxworth family. Your name is?

Man: James. James Swift-Wolf. This is my wife Sarah and daughter Sophie.

Sarah: It's a pleasure to meet you.

Winston: I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Foxworth couldn't be here. Their flight from San Francisco has been delayed.

Sarah: No worries! I'm sure this will be a wonderful experience to be in your lovely home.

(A little while later, Jenny is talking to Sophie.)

Jenny: Do you have any pets, Sophie?

Sophie: Well, I have two dogs and I also have a horse.

Jenny: That's so cool! My cousin has a horse farm upstate and--

(Downstairs, Dodger is with Georgette and the gang. He is wearing a tribal necklace over his bandana, decorated with feathers, beads and animal teeth.)

Dodger: You know, James's little kid is quite talented! How does this necklace look on me?

Oliver: I think it looks cool!

Francis: Interesting fashion choices.

Georgette: You could be dressed like George Clooney and you'd still look terrible.

All: Ooh!

(Setting: later that evening. Everyone is seated at the table, ready to eat their meal.)

James: Thanksgiving is a time of coming together. And this is true of the first Thanksgiving, over 300 years ago.

Fagin: This should be interesting!

James: In 1620, the Pilgrims sailed across the ocean blue, looking for new lands.

(Flashback. The caption reads "Atlantic Ocean, 1620". The Mayflower sails across the ocean, beneath clear blue skies; we then cut to a shot of the ship landing on the coast of Massachusetts. The Pilgrims get to work on their settlement. Two male Pilgrims are talking to each other.)

Pilgrim #1: This will be a fine settlement, or so Standish believes.

Pilgrim #2: Yes. It will be called Plymouth, after the fine city we disembarked from.

(Meanwhile, two Native American warriors watch from the undergrowth, at the activity.)

(Setting: Native American village. It is abuzz with activity. The two warriors from earlier recount what they saw.)

James: (narrating) What the Pilgrims didn't know was that for generations, the land had been inhabited by the Patuxet tribe of Native Americans. And word traveled fast.

Native American man: What do you think this means for our village, Squanto?

(Squanto looks somewhat confused.)

Squanto: We will find out in due course.