NARRATOR: George, I want to tell you how the first Thanksgiving got started. Back in the early 1600s, groups of people left Europe to escape religious persecution. One of those groups, the pilgrims, sailed to the new land called America. They came over on the Mayflower ...

GEORGE: Mayflower moving vans? Hey, pilgrim, where do you want this refrigerator?

NARRATOR: George, the Mayflower was a ship, not a moving van, and the pilgrims didn't have refrigerators.

GEORGE: Oh, sorry. Get on with the story.

NARRATOR: They landed at a place they named Plymouth Rock ...

GEORGE: (HOLDS UP ROCK, SINGS) 'Get a piece of the rock...

NARRATOR; This is hard enough. Will you quit?

GEORGE: Sorry. You may continue.

NARRATOR: Thank you. They landed and began to get settled. Now, most of these folks were from the city so they didn’t know how to build homes or start gardens . . .

GEORGE: They should have looked in the Yellow Pages.

NARRATOR: There were no Yellow Pages then, George.

GEORGE: Oh, too bad. (EXITS)

NARRATOR: They had to depend on other sources. There were no experts on survival in the wilderness among group, so they had to look elsewhere for help (GEORGE ENTERS WEARING INDIAN HEADDRESS). They had to go to the people who were already living in the land-the Indians. George, what are you doing?

GEORGE: How! Me Redskin, you paleface.

NARRATOR: Very funny, George, do you mind?

GEORGE: Ugh!

NARRATOR: Fortunately for the pilgrims, the Indians were generally friendly and didn't mind helping these new folks.

GEORGE: That-um right, Kemo-sloppy.

NARRATOR: Kemo-what?

GEORGE: Ugh!

NARRATOR: Anyway, at the end of the first harvest, the pilgrims decided to have a feast to celebrate their first new in America. Because the Indians had been so much help, they were invited ...

GEORGE: Smart move by pilgrims. (HOLDS ARROW TO CHEST)

NARRATOR: Would you quit? And go take the ridiculous headdress off. You're not an Indian!

GEORGE: Ugh! (EXITS)

NARRATOR: Now to finish the story ... this feast was a way to enjoy the fruits of their labor and to give thanks to God for their success (GEORGE RE-ENTERS). George, what do you think they had to eat at that first giving?

GEORGE: Uh ... Kentucky Fried Chicken, pizza and ice cream. (NARRATOR SHAKES HEAD) A Big Mac and a large order of fries? (NARRATOR SHAKES HEAD) Beanie-weenies? (NARRATOR SHAKES HEAD) Well, what did they have to eat?

NARRATOR: They had turkey, deer and other meat, plus all the vegetables they had grown. It was a great feast and the start of what we have been celebrating for over 300 years-Thanksgiving.

GEORGE: Wow, God sure has been good to this country.

NARRATOR: That's true. No other nation in the world has the freedom to worship and live like we do. That's why we have this holiday to thank the Lord.

GEORGE: Boy, I wish I could have been celebrating it for 300 years.

NARRATOR: Why?

GEORGE: 'Cause then I would have had 300 days off from school.

NARRATOR: Good-Bye George, (GEORGE EXITS) 'Bye everybody. (NARRATOR EXITS)