Georgia, the eldest of the Piffle girls, waddled downstairs to a relatively calm household. Looking around, she doesn’t find anyone in the living room. She walks into the kitchen where Grandma and Abby are whipping up a batch of Grandma Gertrude’s blah blah blah blah eggnog.

Georgia then looks behind the pair to the oven where she notices a stream of smoke coming from the oven. Without thinking, she runs over to the oven and opens the door to find a flaming ball of what use to be considered turkey now cremating inside. Her first reaction was to reach in and grab the pan but immediately dropped it again into the floor with a crash spilling its flaming contents into a rolling flare across the kitchen floor.

Gwen and Dan rush in to find their grandmother and youngest cousin fighting a flaming turkey with dishcloths. Abby then grabs the nearest liquid she can find and pours it over the turkey. Unfortunately, its bourbon, which further ignites the bird sending, flames overhead. Dan then appears with a fire extinguisher and blasts the white foam across the flames sending a cloud of fog through the room.

When the room is visible there stands the stunned, group. Grandma Gertrude and Georgia at the sink tending Georgia’s burns, Abby under the island in the middle of the kitchen hugging her knees and crying, bourbon bottle at her side, Dan still holding the extinguisher, Gwen standing at the backdoor with a look of shocked amusement on her face, and a newcomer….

Georgia looks up from her wounds and is the first to notice him there. “Who are you?” she asks with a dreamy look in her eyes, ‘what a HOTTIE,’ she says to herself….