Barbie: It Takes Two

OK, just need to make this look like that.

What? Don't think I can handle preparing

the whole Thanksgiving meal by myself?

Well we'll see about that. I am prepped.

All right. I've never dressed a turkey before.

But you're going to look so cute when we're finished.

Etta, watch it!

Hey, girl.

Hey.

So I know Raffa wants us to have our duo name

before his big social media push,

and I've been wracking my brain.

But with all the Thanksgiving festivities,

I got nothing.

You?

Nope. I've got turkey on the brain.

It's literally all I can think about because...

Your most favorite person on the whole planet,

your Grandma Vi,

is coming to your house for Thanksgiving?

Oh, have I mentioned that once or twice?

I'd round it up to 1,000.

I just really want to make it sp--

Make it special. And you will.

You know, I did take an online cooking course called

"How to Sh-Sh-Shake Up Your Stuffing."

So I could help you out.

Maybe stir and measure some ingredients?

Or you could just chill, Dad. I've got this.

Yeah, you do.

Barbie, look out!

Woah!

Close one.

We're setting up our annual turkey trot obstacle course.

Check it out.

You know, most families just celebrate the day

by eating way too much turkey

and falling asleep watching football.

Huh. Not this family.

I've won three years in a row. Hi, Brooklyn.

But this year belongs to me.

Wooooah!

Whew.

Everyone's been working on their skills.

So it's anybody's race.

Between you and me they don't stand a chance.

This is my year!

Go get em, girl.

Woah!

I had no idea how tricky prepping a turkey is.

Or how slippery.

You're braver than us.

My mom decided we'd skip making the turkey ourselves this year.

She ordered one online.

Locally sourced, organic, the works.

Barbie! On your left.

Oop!

Well if dodging obstacles is the goal,

you've got this in the bag.

Woop.

This? This is nothing.

You should see what we do for Christmas.

I better go.

Things are getting haywire over here.

You're going to do great. Call you later.

Chelsea, step away from the bale!

See? Dressed and looking good.

Etta!

You sure you don't need any help, baby-girl?

Thanks, Dad, but...

I know, you so got it.

And I can't wait to get some of that sweet potato pie.

My favorite.

No tasting before the meal.

And I've got it all taken care of

so you, Mom, and especially Grandma can relax.

Please, Dad. Chill.

But if I'm going to chill, All right, all right.

I'm going to chill so hard this whole house will turn to ice.

- - Oh!

They're here.

What you waiting for, Christmas?

Come on and give your Granny Vi some sugar.

Mm-mm!

At this beautiful young lady. Will you just look

with my little puddin'? What have you done

I think she's still in here somewhere.

Your luxurious chamber awaits. This way, Mother Dear.

Mom, since you're taking a break

from hosting Thanksgiving this year,

Barbie's preparing the meal.

Which means all of the grown folks can relax.

Right, and I'm on a tight schedule

get back to it. So I'd better

Oh, I'd be happy to lend a hand.

Huh? Wait, what?

Needs more nutmeg and cinnamon.

But I put exactly how much the recipe said.

Ha. That should do it.

Granny Vi, the whole reason I wanted to make this meal

was so you didn't have to lift a finger.

Please relax.

Planned down to the last detail. I promise I've got everything

on a little secret, puddin'. Let me let you in

Plans are well and good

but they mostly ruin life's surprises.

Now pass me the oregano.

I can't argue with her. What? She's my mom.

Ah, that must be the turkey delivery.

Can someone grab the door?

I got it, Mom!

Hi there. Got your turkey.

Oh.

I think you've got the wrong house.

Well, you ordered

a sustainable, locally farmed free-range turkey.

Yeah?

His name is Franklin. Well, here it is.

On the drive over

your mom filled me in on your new school

and your singing duo with your friend,

the other Barbie Roberts.

Ha! What are the odds?

Quite the performer in her day. You know, your old granny was

Really?

When I was growing up in Harlem

my friends and I would enter all the local contests,

doing dances like the mashed potatoes and gravy.

Oh, that gives me a hankering.

Grab me some potatoes, puddin'.

But, Granny Vi, I've already prepped the side dishes.

A nap after your long flight? Are you sure you don't want

Nonsense.

That never sleeps to take a nap? Who comes back to the city

Little word to the wise. Hey, sweetie.

When Granny Vi takes charge, I learned long ago that

everyone else should just stand back.

To start peeling? Now who wants

See what I mean?

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Thanks so much for your help.

The farm delivery company can't pick up the turkey

until tomorrow.

Tomorrow?!

Sorry, gang.

The mix-up was my fault.

The fine print on the website. Apparently I didn't read

It happens, Mom.

But what are we supposed to do with the live turkey?

with Franklin 'til then? Excuse me,

Uh, also everyone's cool

for Thanksgiving, right? With not having turkey

I mean we'll be having a turkey at Thanksgiving, but...

despite our unexpected... Everything will be okay,

...but welcomed guest.

The Roberts' Thanksgiving will go on as planned.

Other than the main dish, of course.

Stick with me.

I know where all the good snacks are.

our turkey sitter. Look like we got

Come on. I'll show you around.

And this is the fridge. This is the kitchen

Ooh. You've got to see the party room lights.

And my room.

Who names a turkey Franklin?

No idea.

That reminds me. Oh! Names!

Brooklyn and I still need a name for our duo.