It's nighttime.
At the medical center.
"Why aren't you guys here yet?"
Monica's on her third call, and she's full of complaints 😤.
"We'll head back soon," Adam says, sounding apologetic. "You know how it is—can't get away from the hospital. Ever since that highway pile-up, the patients just keep piling up too."
"Hurry up already!"
Monica lowers her voice, but you can tell she's losing it. "Me and Chandler are stuck here with Peggy and Karen, and it's getting so awkward."
"What about Phoebe?" Adam asks, surprised.
"You think she's any help?" Monica snaps back. "We're lucky if she doesn't make it worse!" 🙄
"Heh," Adam chuckles, totally getting it.
After wrapping up the crash chaos, Juno had told Karen to head to Adam's apartment first to help Monica prep the Thanksgiving feast. Karen, though? Good luck handling her—only Juno's got that magic touch.
Then, as night falls, Peggy shows up with her bodyguards in tow. She's another ice queen, no surprise there. Phoebe tries to liven things up, bless her heart, but she's a bit of a mess herself—rambling, jumping from topic to topic. All she gets are eye rolls from Monica and zero reaction from Peggy or Karen.
One's quietly working away in the kitchen.
The other marches straight into Adam's study and shuts the door.
Eventually, Phoebe just throws her hands up like, "Whatever, I'm done!" She flops on the couch, grabs her phone, and starts flirting with that young cop, Gene. Total slacker mode activated 🛋️.
Lisa, the assistant who could help, is off today. It's Thanksgiving, after all—can't really argue with giving her a break.
So picture this: Monica and Chandler standing there, Monica rubbing her hands anxiously, Chandler forcing a awkward grin. They lock eyes, and it's just… peak awkwardness 😅.
"Stop laughing and get over here!" Monica yells into the phone.
"Alright, how about this—I'll send Juno back first," Adam suggests.
"Yes!" Monica perks up instantly. "That'll fix everything!"
She's met Juno a few times and totally vibes with her.
Call ends.
"Juno, why don't you head back?" Adam says to Juno, who's just finished wandering around the medical center.
"It's getting late anyway," Juno replies, glancing at her watch. "Let's go together. Saving lives can wait a little."
"Fair enough," Adam agrees, checking the time too.
It's already 8 p.m. Another big surgery now would push them to midnight. Skipping out on a Thanksgiving they'd all planned to spend together? Yeah, that'd be lame. Plus, today's been a goldmine—half a month's earnings in one day. Time to call it quits.
They pack up, leave the hospital, and Adam drives Juno back to the apartment.
"Oh, you're back too!" Monica says, lighting up when she sees Adam.
"You gave the order, so I figured I'd better hustle," Adam teases.
"Cut it out," Monica shoots back, not buying it. "If I had that kind of pull, I wouldn't have had to call three times. Juno's the one who dragged you back, right?"
She steps in for a big hug with Juno.
"Hey, Juno! Long time no see!"
"Hey, Monica!"
Juno hugs her back, then waves at Chandler, who's standing there with a shy smile. "Hey, Chandler."
"I'll go grab Peggy," Adam says, heading to the study with a grin. "Everyone's here—let's eat!"
"Hey, Peggy!" Juno greets her with a warm smile.
Peggy nods back, still a little frosty. Juno doesn't mind, though—she gets everyone seated and, with just a few words, makes the whole room feel cozy and relaxed 🌸. Even Peggy's caught off guard and actually chats with her a bit.
The long table's loaded with food, and the massive turkey in the center? Total show-stealer. It's shiny, juicy, and huge—taste aside, it's a feast for the eyes.
Adam and Juno take the ends of the table. Peggy's next to Adam. Karen and Phoebe flank Juno. Monica and Chandler sit across from each other in the middle.
Phoebe's already chowing down on some turkey Adam brought back, clearly obsessed with it 🦃❤️.
Guess it's a love-hate thing with her!
Since Adam's the glue holding this crew together, he chats with everyone about funny stuff from the past few weeks. But soon enough, Juno effortlessly takes over as the star of the show.
Monica and Phoebe jump in, swapping life and love stories with Juno. Chandler's suddenly back in his prime—ditching the tired, married-guy vibe for his old sarcastic charm. He's cracking jokes that could sell magazines 😂.
Karen's beaming with admiration (and maybe a hint of wariness) as she watches Peggy warm up under Juno's spell. She also shoots Adam a random glare. He's clueless but shrugs it off—Juno's got this under control.
All he has to do is enjoy the food, chime in now and then, and laugh along when Juno spills some playful dirt and the others pile on. Super chill.
For a second, he wonders if inviting Heather, Max, Caroline, Kate, Robin, and the rest of the gang would work this well with Juno running the show.
Chop! That thought gets axed fast. Adam knows his limits.
After a few rounds of drinks, the phone rings.
"Lilly?" Adam picks up.
Everyone glances over.
"Adam!" Lilly's voice comes through, panicked.
"What's wrong?" Adam asks, concerned. "Weren't you and Matthew heading to his hometown for Thanksgiving?"
"I ran off by myself," Lilly says, her voice cracking with tears. "Fifteen pounds, Adam! It's terrifying!"
It takes a while, but Adam finally gets the full story.
Lilly went with Matthew to his family's place for Thanksgiving. The Erickson wives, led by Matthew's mom, were prepping the big meal. They start talking about babies, and right then, the turkey comes out of the oven. Matthew's mom casually points at it and says, "When I was pregnant with Matthew's brother, he was a 15-pound chunker—bigger than this turkey!"
Now, this turkey's already massive—Ericksons are a big family, so they got the king of all birds. Lilly takes one look at that monster turkey, hears it's smaller than an Erickson kid, and bolts out in tears, driving off.
Her period's late, she's been nauseous, and right now, she's at a convenience store buying a pregnancy test. The thought of something that huge growing inside her tiny frame? She's freaking out 😱.
"Relax," Adam says, half-laughing, half-soothing. "Erickson kids are big, sure, but you'll be fine. Just the other day, we delivered quintuplets at the hospital. Fifteen pounds? That's like twins—maybe triplets. It's not as wild as you're picturing."
"Are the quintuplets and mom okay?" Lilly asks, calming down a little.
"Uh…" Adam freezes.
Why'd he pick that example? One of the quints didn't make it, the others have issues, and the mom's depressed.
"Waaaah!" Lilly's so on edge she doesn't even need an answer—she just starts bawling again.