Room Of Plastic Flowers

It was a crisp November morning when the men of Lifehouse arrived at Jason’s home. They were on a short break for Thanksgiving and decided to spend it together. Some people were starting to wonder if they ever slept in separate buildings. They pulled up to the lovely basketball court, which was the size of Grand Central Station. Ben, Bryce, and Rick made there way up the steps to the front door and rang the doorbell. After no answer, they started to worry.

Rick: I hope he remembered we were coming today. I mean, it’s not like we have our own families that we would spend Thanksgiving with.

Bryce: You want to know something, I just realized I’m Canadian…what am I doing here?

Ben: I feel your confusion.

Finally the door opened to a much floured covered Jason in a “Kiss the Cook” apron. He opened the door and scrambled back to the kitchen.

Rick: Well Happy Thanksgiving to you to!

Jason: *calling from the kitchen* Don’t worry! Everything’s under control….Down boy down!

The guys rushed in the kitchen to find one of Jason’s dogs on the floor gobbling up half the turkey.

Jason: No! Beaker! Get away from that.

Ben: Jason, I’m not eating that.

Jason: Poor turkey…you wasted your life…

Bryce: Uh…Jason…you’re talking to a dead bird. That’s something Rick would do…

Rick: Ok, that one time!

Jason: Oh what’s the use, Thanksgiving is ruined. I didn’t have time to get anything else but the turkey, and now that’s gone…

Ben: Why are you so worried about it anyway?

Jason: Well a journalist was gonna come over here who’s writing about rock stars and the way they cook. I was gonna be the main article! He’s coming at 5 and I have nothing!

Rick: Hey, we can go get some stuff for you!

Bryce: We can?

Rick: Sure! I’ll get the turkey and the rest of you can worry about the other stuff.

Ben: I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

Rick: No, it’s perfect. Jason, you just stay here and clean up. Bryce and Ben, you guys get the side dishes, and I’ll get the turkey.

Bryce: Well, I’m not exactly sure what…

Rick: Oh you’ll be fine. Alright, break!

Rick scrambled out of there and made his way in search for the best turkey out of there. Meanwhile, Bryce and Ben went to the store to buy some side dishes.

Bryce: Ok, I’m pretty sure they have potatoes and gravy….but what else?

Ben: Hmmmmm…..Oh I know, waffles!

Bryce: Waffles? Are you sure?

Ben: Yeah, I think I read that somewhere. Waffles are very important on Thanksgiving.

Bryce: Ok, if you say so…

Ben: In fact, I think we should just get great food in general, I mean isn’t that what it’s all about?

Bryce: Your right! Let’s start our own tradition! Canadians and Australians unite!

Ben: Bryce, people are staring…

Bryce: Oh, sorry.

And so the two men continued to gather things for their new Canadian/Australian Thanksgiving. Jason was trying to clean up as best he could at home. He glanced at the clock which now said, 3:52. He started to panic.

Jason: Geez…how long does it take? Where are they? We still have to make all the stuff.

Just then the doorbell rang. It was Bryce and Ben with their arms, legs, and teeth full of grocery bags.

Ben: Mmmksfjksl….

Jason took the bag out of his mouth.

Ben: Thanks… Could you help us get this stuff in?

Jason: What took you guys so long?

Bryce: Well you wouldn’t believe the amount of people doing last minute shopping, I mean, come on people, get with it!

Jason: Ok…let’s get these unpacked.

Jason started to unpack the one bag. He slowly pulled out four sausage links, yogurt, beef jerky, Captain Krunch cereal, waffles, and 2 cases of beer.

Jason: What is all this stuff?

Ben: Umm…it’s called food.

Jason: Yes I know that, but why on earth did you get Captain Krunch for Thanksgiving?

Bryce: Well, Ben and I decided to join together and make our own Canadian/Australian Thanksgiving! What do you think?

Jason: *Blink* Canadian-Australian Thanksgiving? Are you insane?

Bryce: Well…

Jason: Ok never mind. He’s going to be here in an hour. Let’s just make whatever we have and pray to God that Rick doesn’t come home with a turkey sculpture or something.

So the men began to cook. Time passed quickly, and now it was 4:56, and Rick was no where to be found. The door bell rang.

Jason: Oh, please let that be Rick!

As he open the door he became face to face with Mr. Whatshisname, the journalist. (I am so good with names it’s not even funny)

Jason: Oh, hello sir. Please come in.

Journalist: Thank you. I’m very eager to see what you’ve concocted for me. I think a man who plays music should be just as good in the kitchen.

Jason: Oh, so do I. Please wait in the living room and I’ll get you something to drink. Would you like anything in particular?

Journalist: Well…my wife will probably kill me, but I’d love a beer.

Jason: Oh, we’ve got plenty. I’ll be right back.

Jason hurried into the kitchen.

Jason: Where the Hell is Rick?!

Ben: Hey look! Isn’t that his car that just pulled up?

Jason: Oh good. Go out there and tell him to go through the back and I’ll distract the guy.

Bryce: Sounds good.

Jason went back out with an ice cold beer.

Jason: Here you go.

Journalist: Oh, thanks, man.

Jason: So, would you like to start the interview now?

Sound: GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Journalist: What was that?

Jason: *looking out the window seeing Ben, Rick, and Bryce chasing a live turkey* I didn’t hear anything.

Ben: Grab it! Grab it!

Rick: Don’t hurt him!

Turkey: GOBBLE GOBBLE!

Journalist: Oh my Lord! There are 3 men chasing a large turkey outside your home!

Jason: I can explain…

Journalist: There’s no need. The same thing happened to me 2 years ago.

Bryce: I got him!

Jason and the Journalist stepped outside to see Bryce holding a turkey in his arms.

Rick: We can’t kill him, Jason. I named him, Steve. We’ve been through a lot in the past few hours.

Jason: I am not killing a live turkey. Why didn’t you get the frozen ones?!

Rick: Well he looked really good and I was all prepared to do it when I looked into his eyes and saw the soul in him.

Everyone: *Blink*

So all of the guys sat down, along with Steve the turkey, for a wonderful Thanksgiving feast of beef jerky, Captain Krunch, yogurt, waffles, and beer.

Rick: Having fun, Steve?

Turkey: GOBBLE GOBBLE!