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.

Rita: Honestly, it's like I have to babysit you two sometimes.

(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 Native American man with long black hair, sporting a buckskin coat with flares, denim jeans, and brown boots topped with fur. He is accompanied by his wife, an attractive woman possibly in her 30s or 40s, and with black hair tied in a braid, sporting a tribal necklace, winter coat and buckskin trousers and boots, and their 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. We're visiting from Massachussetts.

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.

(Meanwhile, 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--

Sophie: I never knew you enjoyed horseriding.

Jenny: Well, we go there once a summer.

(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; 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.

Native American man: (nods) Take a scouting party with you, anyway.

(Commercial break.)

(Setting: Back in the present day. Everyone is listening to James's story, enthralled.)

Fagin: (Through a mouthful of turkey) So, James, what happened next?

Jenny: Well?

James: The Pilgrims were not prepared for the hardships of their new home...

(Flashback. The settlement is blanketed in snow. The Pilgrims are gathered around a large fire, shivering.)

James: (narrating) The winter was bitter, and food supplies were low.

Pilgrim #1: We've been here but mere months, and our settlement is doomed.

Pilgrim #2: The wolves will be picking at our bones come morning!

James: (narrating) Just as the Pilgrims were about to give up hope, help came in an unexpected form...

(Squanto enters the settlement, flanked by a group of scouts from the village.)

Squanto: My name is Squanto. I can help you.

(He shakes the hand of one of the Pilgrims. We then see a montage of activity, narrated by James.)

James: With the help of Squanto, the Pilgrims learned to grow food, hunt and fish.

(Cut to a shot of the Pilgrims and the Native Americans gathered around a table.)

James: To commemorate that successful harvest, the first Thanksgiving was held in 1621.

(Flashback ends. The gang are seated around the table, enjoying their meal. Winston hears the phone ringing. He runs to pick it up.)

Winston: Hello? Mr. Foxworth. You're on your flight! Wonderful. I'll tell her now.

(He enters the dining room.)

Winston: Jennifer...I don't know how to say this...but...

Jenny: Well...?

Winston: Your father called...he's on his flight. And he'll be home to see you!

Jenny: That's wonderful! Thank you! (squeals excitedly)

Fagin: Well, this meal won't eat itself!

Sophie: I'm in agreement!

Sarah: As am I!

(Everyone begins to dine, as James looks on smiling. Fade to exterior shot of the Foxworth house.)