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Episode #
Special
November 24, 2025
Thankful, Grateful, Caffeinated
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Thanksgiving Special, “Thankful, Grateful, Caffeinated,”
steps outside the usual rhythm of the series and settles into something softer, something warmer — a rare pause in a world that doesn’t slow down unless you make it.
There’s no early-morning grind, no showdown at the counter, no wild commotion from Boogie Monster barreling through the break room. Instead, the day begins around a long wooden table set with enough food to make even the weariest spirit lift its head. A roasted turkey sits at the center like a humble offering, steam rising in gentle curls that feel almost like a hymn.
The Common Man is the first to bow his head — not out of duty, but out of gratitude carved into him by years of hard work, quiet mornings, and cups of coffee strong enough to keep a man moving through every season. Plain Jane follows with her soft steadiness, her hands folded like she’s praying for more than food — maybe for peace, maybe for home. Boogie Monster does his best to look solemn, though the scent of stuffing tests every ounce of discipline he has. Fancy Pants, tux pristine as ever, sets aside pretense for the moment, folding his hands because even he knows that gratitude is the one thing you can’t fake.
Words are few. They don’t need many. Around this table sits the strange little family they never meant to become — each one different, each one flawed, each one bound together by something as simple as shared days and shared brews.
When The Common Man finally speaks, the prayer is low, sincere, and just sharp enough to make Fancy Pants’ eyelid twitch — the kind of dry humor only a man who has weathered much can get away with. And somehow, that little grin that creeps across the table says what none of them voice:
They’re thankful for each other.
Thankful for another year.
Thankful for a meal, a moment, and a mug that never quite runs empty.
This special isn’t about action or conflict.
It’s about pause.
About grace.
About the quiet truth that even the toughest stories need chapters of rest.
And today, rest looks like four unlikely friends gathered at one table, heads bowed, hearts full, and steam rising like a reminder that simple things still matter.

















