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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'The Turkey'
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Monica Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Joey Tribbiani
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted todrabble_zone
Summary: "Maybe it came back to life and flew away."
Cursing, Monica slammed her freezer shut. "How interesting, that the turkey I bought for Thanksgiving has disappeared."
"What a shame about that," Phoebe muttered, not bothering to feign sympathy.
"Thanks a lot for your concern." Monica leaned over her, staring steadily. "I don't suppose you have any theories?"
Phoebe smirked. "Maybe it came back to life and flew away."
"Or maybe our resident vegetarian turkeynaped it."
"I liberated it," Phoebe protested. "There's a difference! I saved it from the horrible fate of being dinner for a bunch of salivating humans! I rescued that poor, innocent turkey!"
"To do what? Release it back to the wild," Monica snapped. "I could understand if the turkey was still alive. But it's already been butchered and dressed. So, where the hell's my turkey?"
She continued to stare Phoebe down. Beneath the pressure, Phoebe did her best to remain undaunted. But those eyes bored into her like blue lasers.
"Joey's babysitting it," she finally confessed.
Suddenly, a luscious, savory aroma tickled Monica's nostrils. "Or roasting it."
"Nooo!!!"
Phoebe tore across the hall, yanking Joey's door open. She stared, horrorstruck, at the vision of him basting away. Caught red oven mitted, Joey gawked guiltily back at her.
"You were supposed to be my coliberator," she shrieked. "How could you betray my trust like this?!"
"Hey, you left me alone with a nice, yummy turkey," Joey shot back, pointing at her in accusation. "You know how much I love food! If anything, this is all on you, for setting temptation in my path. I admire your commitment, Pheebs, but we can't all be vegetarians! I'm only human!"
"And you both owe me a turkey, now," Monica announced, leaning in the doorway of her apartment. "Phoebe, for stealing it, and Joey, for cooking it weeks ahead of schedule."
Fandom: Friends
Characters: Monica Geller, Phoebe Buffay, Joey Tribbiani
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
drabble_zoneSummary: "Maybe it came back to life and flew away."
Cursing, Monica slammed her freezer shut. "How interesting, that the turkey I bought for Thanksgiving has disappeared."
"What a shame about that," Phoebe muttered, not bothering to feign sympathy.
"Thanks a lot for your concern." Monica leaned over her, staring steadily. "I don't suppose you have any theories?"
Phoebe smirked. "Maybe it came back to life and flew away."
"Or maybe our resident vegetarian turkeynaped it."
"I liberated it," Phoebe protested. "There's a difference! I saved it from the horrible fate of being dinner for a bunch of salivating humans! I rescued that poor, innocent turkey!"
"To do what? Release it back to the wild," Monica snapped. "I could understand if the turkey was still alive. But it's already been butchered and dressed. So, where the hell's my turkey?"
She continued to stare Phoebe down. Beneath the pressure, Phoebe did her best to remain undaunted. But those eyes bored into her like blue lasers.
"Joey's babysitting it," she finally confessed.
Suddenly, a luscious, savory aroma tickled Monica's nostrils. "Or roasting it."
"Nooo!!!"
Phoebe tore across the hall, yanking Joey's door open. She stared, horrorstruck, at the vision of him basting away. Caught red oven mitted, Joey gawked guiltily back at her.
"You were supposed to be my coliberator," she shrieked. "How could you betray my trust like this?!"
"Hey, you left me alone with a nice, yummy turkey," Joey shot back, pointing at her in accusation. "You know how much I love food! If anything, this is all on you, for setting temptation in my path. I admire your commitment, Pheebs, but we can't all be vegetarians! I'm only human!"
"And you both owe me a turkey, now," Monica announced, leaning in the doorway of her apartment. "Phoebe, for stealing it, and Joey, for cooking it weeks ahead of schedule."
