Friday night, 7pm.

Space Ghost had a big table out backstage, with almost thirty lawn chairs he bought from a Walmart in New York. All the food was gathered neatly on the table: a bowl full of sweet potatoes, a tub full of green bean casserole… all surrounding the main course, a 15 pound turkey on a plate centermost on the table.

Tad hoped this was going to be the greatest Thanksgiving yet… hard to say that if it's your first.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Our first guest!" Space Ghost sang out in his heroic voice. He rushed to the front door of the studio to see who his first guest was.

It was Zorak, in all his blue (green?) glory.

"Hello, Space Ghost," Zorak said quite mockingly, as he knew he didn't want to be bossed around by the retired superhero.

"Zorak! Buddy old pal!" Space Ghost said, very glad to see one of his staff be the first to arrive. That mood changed when he glanced downwards to see the mantis holding a tray of pigs in a blanket. "Uh… Zorak, what's with the hot dogs?"

"Oh, none of your beeswax," Zorak said. "Someone told us to make our own food for the feast."

"Who?"

"You'll see."

"Okay, then… go sit at the table and put your food there."


After Zorak was directed to the table, the doorbell rang again.

"Come in!" Space Ghost said.

Moltar walked in, holding a bowl of powdered doughnuts.

"Hey, Space Ghost," he said. "I brought Linda with me." At that last sentence, Linda poked her head out from behind her husband.

"We made powdered doughnuts," Linda said happily.

"Powdered doughnuts… and Zorak made hot dogs," Space Ghost said. "He said someone told you guys to make all this."

"He requested his identity be kept secret," Moltar said.

"Is he going to show up at this feast?"

"Yeah, he is. You better find out who out of all your guests told us to make our own food… good luck with that!" Moltar laughed.

"Ha ha ha… now go ahead and sit at the table."


Next to come through the door was TOM, Sara, and a digital demon Space Ghost wasn't familiar with. The duo seemed to be restraining their scalding red companion, dragging him by the arms. TOM found it hard to carry his pizza box in one hand and drag the villain's arm in another.

"TOM! Sara!" Space Ghost cried. "…Who's the red guy?"

"I am Swayzak," the devilish character boomed, "and I command you to LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"…He's one of our arch-enemies," TOM said. "He tried to attack our ship yesterday, and his punishment is coming here."

"That's great!" Space Ghost said. "He'll be right at home with most of our guests."

"Shut up, fool! I know that I will NOT be at home with you! YOU'RE ALL FOOLS!" Swayzak shouted.

"Quiet," Sara told Swayzak.

"Anyway, I brought some pizza. You… you like pizza, right?" TOM said.

"Of COURSE I do!" said Space Ghost. "Why don't you three have a seat at the table?"


As every guest came through the door, Space Ghost had one thing on his mind: who the hell told everyone to bring their own food?

So when everyone arrived, Tad waited for them to sit at the table, then finally walked over and shouted, "I DEMAND to know who's behind this!"

A pause, during which it was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Space Ghost's voice broke the silence. "CHAD! I know it was you!" He pointed at his twin brother, Chad Ghostal.

"Me? No, daddy-o. You've got it all wrong," Chad said.

"Shut up, Bill the Bat. You obviously told everybody to make their own food, didn't you?"

"Listen, Taddy-kins. I had NOTHING to do with what's going on. All I know is that I made some delicious homemade cookies."

"No one wants to hear about your awful culinary skills, Chad! You're lying! It was you!"

As Space Ghost continued his tirade, Birdman sat in silence, feeling awful he hadn't informed his friend about what he did. And now watching him blame his own brother? Birdman knew Chad was evil and all, but he was telling the truth and Space Ghost wasn't listening.

Eventually, Birdman raised his hand and cleared his throat. "Ahem…"

Space Ghost stopped for a moment. "Birdman? Do you have something to say?"

"Y-yes… your ghostliness… I was the one who told everybody to b-bring their own food. B-because I knew we were gonna eat t-turkey… and I'm a b-bird, so I don't eat t-turkey… I'm so s-sorry I didn't tell you!"

"Really, he is!" Birdman's friend, Black Vulcan, said.

"Birdman… so it was you!" Space Ghost said. "Why couldn't you just have asked for me to not give you a piece of the turkey?"

"I-I don't know," said Birdman.

"Whatever it is, it's okay now. You can have your pork chops you made."

"Thank you…"


After a prayer giving thanks to the Ghost Planet for existing, everybody dug into their food, and the meal Space Ghost made, of course.

"WHO WANTS SOME OF MY PIE? IT'S GOT WHIPPED CREAM ON IT!" Brak shouted.

"It's not dessert yet, Brak," said Space Ghost.

"I think my mac and cheese is the best meal in all the Ghost Planet!" Tansit said.

"Tansit, you have the worst culinary skills. Even worse than Chad's," Space Ghost told him.

An over-encompassing feeling of sadness washed over Tansit like usually came upon him.

"I'm not gonna cry… I'm not gonna cry…" he said, before wailing his eyes out, leading everyone to look at him like he was crazy.

"Sorry, guys," Space Ghost said. "Tansit's a crybaby."

Meanwhile, Moltar and Swayzak were discovering that they had a lot in common, and laughing together like they were old friends.

"And that's when I heated up the place to 103 degrees! You couldn't recognize his face after I was done with him!" Moltar said.

"That's awesome, Moltar," said Swayzak. "If I were there, I would've infected his computer and made it explode!" The pair laughed diabolically, the two villains they were.

Soon, it was time for dessert. Space Ghost passed out slices of pumpkin pie, everyone biting into their slice before spitting it out, repulsed.

"What is in this?" said Black Widow.

Zorak chuckled. "Well, you see, I put-"

"Zorak, for the last time, stop filling the pumpkin pie with mantis aphrodisiacs!" Space Ghost said. He aimed his arm at his co-worker, power bands glowing, ready to fire.

"…Drat!" Zorak said as he knew what was about to happen. Too little, too late, as Zorak got blasted and left with a face full of soot.

"Looks like we'll have to have Brak's pie instead," Black Vulcan said.

So passed out instead were slices of cherry pie topped with whipped cream. As everyone else ate their slice normally, Brak stuffed his face like he was in a pie eating contest.

"You're gross, Brak. You know that?" Space Ghost said while watching this happen.

"I DON'T CARE!" Brak said in between shoveling.


At the end of the night, everyone was stuffed and ready to go home. Space Ghost showed everybody the way out, happy that his feast was a success.

"Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow," he said.

After everyone was gone, Space Ghost sat alone in his studio, writing notes for next Thanksgiving.

"Note to self: always invite Birdman."