INT. HALPERT PARENTS LIVING ROOM – EARLY AFTERNOON

Jim and Pam arrive at his folks’ house, he opens the door for her so she is the first to enter, no one is in the living room, low voices are audible from the kitchen.

JIM: Hello?

Jim’s parents, siblings, sister-in-law and niece all come into the living room.  Jim starts interacting right away, taking his niece from sister-in-law until his mother clears her throat and Pam tugs on his jacket at the same time.

Wow, sorry.  Everybody, this is Pam.  Pam, this is…

PAM: [shakes hands with everyone correlating with names]
Larissa, Jen not Jennie, Ricky not Rick, Greg and Jennie not Jen. 
[points at Jim, frowns]
And you’re holding Mindy, but your name escapes me.
[goes to shake Jim’s hand]
Hello, I’m Pam.
[Pam smiles wide, Jim beams at her]

JENNIE: Amazing.  I’m surprised Jim remembered our names to teach them to you!  It’s a pleasure to finally meet you!

PAM: I’m very happy to meet you too… where can I set this?
[she holds out the basket]

GREG: Jim, the game is about to start.  It’s a pleasure to meet you Pam but we need Jim in the family room.

JIM: [turns to Pam, who helps him out of his coat while he holds Mindy]
I’ll be in the family room with the guys and the new Halpert Family Football.
[bounces Mindy; smiles]
Anyway, if Mom and Larissa get into it, just come find me.
[Jim bends to kiss her on the cheek]

PAM: [looks worried]
Okay…

JENNIE: What did you bring Pam?  Did Jim tell you how much he hates…

PAM: [interrupting]
Green Bean Casserole.

LARISSA: Wow.

JENNIE: Don’t worry about it Pam.  I’m sure yours tastes better than mine used to.

PAM: Used to?
[looking worried]

LARISSA: Jim hasn’t allowed Mom to even have that on the table since… gosh… he was in Jr. High.  Has it been that long?

PAM: He didn’t mention…

JEN: I’m sure it’s fine Pam.  I never understood why it wasn’t ever on the table.  I love it.

LARISSA: I don’t remember what it tastes like, so I might like it too!

JENNIE: It’s settled then, think no more of it.

EXT. SCHRUTE FARMS – EARLY AFTERNOON

Dwight and Michael get out of Dwight’s car.

DWIGHT: Mose!  We have a very special guest!

Mose stops scrubbing Dwight’s coffee from the house, the Bowie knife is still sticking in the ground.

MICHAEL: So this is where you live.  Schrute Farms.  Why did you want to come live with me at the condo when you had this whole place to yourself?

DWIGHT: [clears his throat]
We didn’t have a traditional Thanksgiving meal planned, and my turkey is still thawing…

MICHAEL: Kevin has to have a fryer.  I’ll call him. 
[starts dialing on his cell phone]

DWIGHT: Who is coming Michael?  We could start mashing beets.

MICHAEL: Andy said he’d be here.  He was going to be alone over Thanksgiving.  I’m not sure who else.  I’ll call Ryan, but only as a last resort.

DWIGHT: [to himself]
Andy will be alone?  Angela must be with her family… and Andy wasn’t invited.
[grins]

MOSE: Dwight, I have some ruffed grouse leftover from breakfast.

MICHAEL: Gross.

DWIGHT: It’s pronounced grouse.

INT. HALPERT FAMILY KITCHEN – EARLY AFTERNOON

JENNIE: Jen, why don’t you go lay down while we finish in here?

JEN: Thank you, I think I’ll do that.  Mindy only seems to sleep well when Jim is holding her.
[Jen exits]

LARISSA: So Pam, we’ve heard a lot about you over the years.

PAM: Really?  Hopefully good things.

LARISSA: Good things up until he moved away.  What did you do to him?

JENNIE: Larissa.

LARISSA: What?  I can’t ask?  We don’t see him much, so I thought I’d go to the source.

JENNIE: It’s not appropriate.  Anyway I don’t know that Jim’s mood was Pam’s fault as much as it was that Karen’s…

PAM: I think I just heard Jim…
[cheering is coming from the family room]

INT. HALPERT FAMILY ROOM

Pam hurries into the family room, where the TV volume is very low but the guys are still cheering; Jim is holding Mindy, who is fast asleep.

RICKY: Fourth down… they have to run the ball.

JIM: No they’ll do play action pass because the receiver in motion will be wide open.  Favre won’t give up an opportunity to throw.  Especially on Thanksgiving.

GREG: [after play]
19 yard throw!  Good call Jim!

JIM: [notices Pam]
Oh hey…
[gets up, hands Mindy to Ricky]
[to Ricky]
I believe I squeezed her too hard, there were noises and something I can only describe as a small explosion.

PAM: You didn’t have to get up.

JIM: Oh yes I did.  Mindy was about to melt a hole in her blanket.
[smiles] 
Everything okay?

PAM: I heard you talking football, you’re really good!

JIM: Thanks… Dad hates John Madden so I do the play-by-play.

PAM: I can’t stand him either.  Wait… Madden isn’t doing the announcing for this game…

JIM: I know, its just something we do now.

PAM: You really know your stuff.  Is Philly Jim an announcer too?

JIM: You’re funny.

PAM: Does Philly Jim like Green Bean Casserole?
[Jim starts to speak]

LARISSA: [interrupting]
Time to eat!

INT. SCHRUTE FARMS LIVING ROOM – EARLY EVENING

Creed, Meredith, Oscar and Andy are sitting on chairs and the couch.  Dwight and Michael are standing.

CREED: I brought my guitar.

MICHAEL: That’s not what I meant when I said to bring something to share!

MEREDITH: I brought a Bucket ‘O Cosmopolitans.

MICHAEL: That’s a start.  Meredith we could use your help in the kitchen.

MEREDITH: Why?

MICHAEL: Because none of us knows how to make anything and you are a mother. 

MEREDITH: My son is at his father’s and I’m not your mother.

MICHAEL: Oscar?

OSCAR: Is it because I’m gay?  Isn’t it enough that I brought a Butternut Squash Lasagna?

DWIGHT: Do they make Italian food in Mexico?

OSCAR: We’re in America…

The front door opens and Kevin comes in holding a turkey fryer.

KEVIN: Hey guys.  Here’s the turkey fryer.  You’ll have to heat up the oil first…  Hey… Why wasn’t I invited?

CREED: Michael mentioned something about you being engaged to a Stephanie.

MEREDITH: You should stay Kevin.

KEVIN: Yeah, Stacy is mad at me again this year anyway.

MICHAEL: Yes, the more the merrier.  But we need food.  We only have one turkey, some gross that Mose is plucking, orange lasagna, beets and Cosmopolitans.

ANDY: The caterer will be dropping off my Thanksgiving meal here instead of at my house, so we should be getting more food shortly.

DWIGHT: Is Angela your caterer?

ANDY: Not yet. 
[chuckles]
She’s having Thanksgiving with her family, but she knows we’re all here.

INT. HALPERT DINING ROOM – EARLY EVENING

At the head of the table sits Greg and clockwise sits Jennie, Ricky, Jen, Larissa, Jim then Pam.

JENNIE: Will you pass the Green Bean Casserole?

LARISSA: Sure, let me get a scoop first.
[Goes to pass dish to Jennie, but it’s intercepted by Ricky]

GREG: Who made that?  I haven’t had that in ages!

RICKY: Try some Dad, it’s really good.

PAM: Thank you.

JEN: Can you put some on my plate Ricky?  I’m going to see if Mindy will lay down for another nap.
[stands up to leave]

JIM: I can do it…
[goes to get up, trying to avoid the inevitable]

JEN: That’s okay, I’m up.

JIM: Darn…

LARISSA: Would you like to try some Green Bean Casserole Jim?

JIM: Umm… is there any left?  You guys seem to be enjoying it…
[the dish gets passed back to Larissa]

LARISSA: It’s been 15 years.  It won’t kill you. What are you 12?

JIM: 8.

GREG: C’mon Jim, there’s more than half left in the dish. 
[Jen comes back into the room]

PAM: [joins in the teasing]
I made a double batch.  But I can whip up some more if we run out.
[winks at Jennie]

JENNIE: Pam went through all the trouble. 
[Larissa puts some on his plate]

JIM: [puts a little on his fork and tentatively eats some, rolls it around in his mouth] 
Mmm… I think I heard Mindy.  Excuse me.
[he turns his back to the table and spits out the green bean casserole into his napkin; Pam looks crestfallen as Larissa laughs loudly]

INT. SCHRUTE FARMS DINING ROOM – EVENING

At the head of the table sits Michael and clockwise sits Dwight, an empty chair for Mose, Creed, Meredith, Oscar, Angela and Kevin.

MICHAEL: [whimpering]
Well this sucks.  Not enough food.  This is the worst Thanksgiving ever.  I’m so hungry…

ANDY: My food was good though.

CREED: There wasn’t enough to go around.  Don’t worry, I know just what to do. 
[to Dwight]
Is there a dumpster around here?

MICHAEL: There is something missing.  Some dish that would make our meal complete.

KEVIN: And it wasn’t the grouse or the deep fried beets?

MOSE: [enters from outside, goes to Dwight, whispers]
Monkey is here. 
[Dwight gets up quickly, goes to the door]

EXT. SCHRUTE FARMS PORCH – EVENING

Angela is standing at the bottom of the porch stairs, looks at the Bowie Knife sticking out of the ground next to her feet.  Dwight is at the door, looking down at her.

DWIGHT: Hello Angela.

ANGELA: [trying to contain her distress]
Hello Dwight.

DWIGHT: What are you doing… is everything okay?

ANGELA: I was having a lovely Thanksgiving with my family until Alicia showed up, so I left, taking everything I made with me.
[The back of her car is filled with food]

DWIGHT: I’m glad you’re here.

ANGELA: I’m not here for you.  I’m here because I can stand this dysfunctional ‘family’ slightly more than my own.
[looks over, sees Andy’s Prius]
Andy’s here?

DWIGHT: Yes.  Aren’t you glad to see him?

ANGELA: Of course.  I just didn’t want to have to deal with him today.

DWIGHT: Is everything going okay with Andy?

ANGELA: Of course.  Help me with the food, won’t you?
[Mose comes out of the shadows to help] 
Hello Mose.

MOSE: [quietly to Angela, so Dwight can’t hear]
D misses you.

INT. JIM’S CAR - EVENING

JIM: I’m really sorry Pam.  I had bad memories of Green Bean Casserole that stuck with me.

PAM: It’s okay Jim.  Embarrassing, but okay.  But just so you’re prepared for Thanksgiving next year… my mother makes a triple batch.

JIM: Planning next Thanksgiving… already?

PAM: Yup.  And while we’re talking about our future…
[leans in to whisper in his ear]
…how do you feel about Prime Rib for Christmas Eve?

JIM: [laughs]
I think I could choke down a 12 ouncer without a problem.  Bring on the ketchup.

PAM: And for New Year’s Eve…

JIM: Covered.

PAM: Really?  

JIM: Yes really.  I already have reservations for Cooper’s.  Soft-shelled crab sound good?

PAM: Umm…
[gags softly, teasing]
I’m willing to give it a try.  They have a landlubber menu, right?

JIM: [at stop light, he gives Pam a kiss]
I got a few calls on my cell when we were at Mom and Dad’s, will you check my voice mail?

PAM: Sure, maybe Karen called.

JIM: Hopefully.

PAM: [laughs, listens to voice mail]
Are you tired?

JIM: Kinda, not really.  Playing Halpert Family Football after supper helped.  I’m not sure why Jen wouldn’t let us use Mindy as the football, I was the family football for years and I turned out fine…

PAM: [closes her phone]
What do you say we go to the Beets Motel?
[Jim looks at her and smiles]

EXT. SCHRUTE FARMS – LATE EVENING

Pam and Jim drive up, Pam brings in the Green Bean Casserole. 

MICHAEL: Green bean casserole!  That’s exactly what we were missing!

- THE END -