The Casagrandes

Lori:
I'm sorry, Boo-Boo Bear, I know you were looking forward to having a real Thanksgiving this year.

Bobby:
It's not all bad. [holds up some turkey jerky] I found this half-off turkey jerky.

[Suddenly, Vanzilla and the Mercado van pull up and both families run out and inside the gas station, trampling Flip]

Flip:
Jumping jerky! Holy hot dogs! [gets up afterwards]

Bobby:
Whoa, how did you guys find us?

Carlos and Lisa:
Tracking devices. [both look at each other]

Lynn Sr.:
You left before trying my twice-baked tart.

Rosa:
[scoffs] They would prefer my flan.

Lynn Sr.:
Flan, shman. [chanting] Tart, tart, tart–!

Bobby:
Stop! Don't you guys see? This is why we left. We couldn't stand the fighting and competing.

Lori:
We don't want to choose sides. So maybe from now on, we should just spend Thanksgiving by ourselves.

[Both the Louds and Casagrandes all now feel sadly guilty over how they've all been acting from earlier]

Rosa:
Well, nobody wants that.

Lynn Sr.:
We certainly don't.

Maria:
Lori, Bobby, I'm sorry we've been acting so childishly.

Rita:
We're sorry, too. It's just hard to let go of your kids. [to the Casagrandes] You know what? You should get Lori and Bobby for Thanksgiving.

Hector:
Well, goodness knows we haven't done anything to deserve that. They should spend it with you.

Flip:
Hey, I got an idea. Why don't you just rotate every year, huh? Much like the juicy hot dogs I'm selling at a mere 40% mark-up. Holiday discount.

Bobby:
Works for us.

[They all agree and engage in a big group hug.]

LJ:
I'm glad we figured out future years, but what about right now? I'm starving!

Bobby:
Well, we've got hot dogs and sunflower seeds and 20 kinds of artisanal jerky. Maybe we could throw a dinner together here.

Lynn Sr.:
I'm game.

Rosa:
Me too.

Frida:
We could make this place look festive. I think I have some leftover decorations in the car.

Rita:
I'll help you.