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The following is a story of Voltron I made up based on the T.V. cartoon Voltron by World Events Productions. I did not have World Events Productions' permission to do the story and therefore it does not have World Events Productions' endorsement.
For sometime in the castle, Allura had instituted the celebration of a custom celebrated on Earth in several places. It was to honor her friends from Earth, and she liked the purpose behind the custom called, Thanksgiving. Hunk had told her about it. Because Earth was a central point in the Galaxy Alliance, many of its varied customs had spread throughout the universe. Sven was also from Earth and he and Romelle had always been invited to the celebration. Lance was not from Earth, but was very familiar with Thanksgiving. Earth has always been a second home planet to Pidge, even after becoming a citizen of Arus, and so he knew Thanksgiving well.
"You guys wouldn't believe the awful dream I had last night," said Hunk to his friends in the rec room. It was just Pidge, Lance, Sven, Keith, and Allura there. Tammy was elsewhere as well as was Hunk's fiancée and Lance's wife, and Romelle.
"You?" questioned Lance. "You, Hunk? Have a nightmare the night before Thanksgiving? What could you possibly be dreaming about that's scary the night before one of your most favorite days of the year?"
" I dreamt that I was a turkey."
"You, a turkey?" questioned Pidge incredulously and laughed and Allura giggled along with him.
"You must have been a pretty big turkey," remarked Keith, smiling.
"Robeast sized!" jeered Sven and everyone laughed.
"So that explains your big nightmare," said Lance. "You were faced with Nanny's chopping block."
"No, no it wasn't that," said Hunk. "Although I'm sure that would have been scary too."
"Then what scared you, big guy?" asked Pidge.
"Well, I was a turkey, and it was Thanksgiving. I didn't think anything of it because I was just looking forward to having my fill at the Thanksgiving feast. But then all I got to have was turkey feed all by myself inside of some sort of small building. It was awful! That's all I could eat! I even tried imagining in my dream that I could eat the food everyone else would be eating at that time, but even in my imagination it all smelled and tasted like turkey feed. It was the worst dream I've ever had!"
Allura giggled and then said, "Rest assured Hunk, you're not a turkey and none of the feast prepared for today will taste like turkey feed."
Then Lance jeered, "Hunk, only you would find it a greater nightmare as a turkey to have to eat turkey feed than to face the chopping block."
"Oh yeah?" retorted Hunk angrily. "I'll show you a chopping block!"
"You're gonna have to catch me first!" teased Lance who then began to run away.
Lance was already out of sight down a hallway before Hunk was showing signs of actually going after him.
"Don't bother, Hunk," said Pidge. "He's not worth it."
"Oh yeah he is," said Hunk. "After chasing him around I'll have even more room for Thanksgiving feast in my stomach!"
Everyone laughed. Then Lance showed up, casually walking back down the hall, confident that Hunk wasn't going to chase him. When he saw Hunk rushing for him, he was shocked!
"Ahh!" exclaimed Lance protectively putting his arms out in from of him. "Easy big guy! I was only kidding!"
"I'm not!" growled Hunk as he charged faster.
"Whoa!" exclaimed Lance as he turned back around and ran away again, this time with Hunk trailing right behind him.
They passed by Tammy as she was coming into the rec room. She was Pidge's girlfriend and a member of the Voltron force for green lion.
"What's up with Lance and Hunk?" she asked.
"It's a strange story," said Pidge, "but I'll explain it." And so Pidge explained a shortened version of Hunk's nightmare and why he was after Lance.
"I wonder what he'll do to Lance if he catches him," said Tammy humorously.
"I don't know," replied Sven. "But Nanny's chopping block better not be anyvhere near by."
Everyone laughed.
Hours passed by, bringing the time closer and closer to the Thanksgiving feast, and Hunk was still chasing a getting very weary Lance.
Finally the time of the afternoon Thanksgiving had come. Everyone was seated at the table except Lance and Hunk.
"I can't believe Hunk is late for Thanksgiving dinner!" said Pidge. "Is he still chasing Lance?"
Hunk's fiancée, Darah, spoke up and said, "Last I saw him, he was just going into our room to get something."
"Have you seen Lance?" Keith asked his sister Karla.
"There he is!" said Karla as a very weary looking Lance came into the room and sat down next to his wife, Karla.
"Lance, what happened?" asked Romelle. "Did he get you?"
"Oh, he got me all right," answered Lance glumly.
"And then vhat happened?" asked Sven.
"I don't want to talk about it."
“Whatever happened, it must have been pretty bad,” commented Pidge. “Remember the time when Hunk got so angry with Keith just for being a little suspicious over Twyla? Hunk actually grabbed him by his shirtfront and lifted him up off the ground!”
Everyone hearing that for the first time looked shocked!
Allura audibly gasped and said, “He did?”
Which was soon followed by Darah’s question with a touch of jealousy in her tone, “Who’s Twyla?”
“Just a troubled girl Hunk felt a lot of compassion for,” answered Pidge. “But it never went beyond that.” Then Pidge paused before continuing on where he had previously left off talking about Hunk, “And that’s what Hunk did to our commander, Keith! I’d hate to think what Hunk would do to you, Lance!”
“Good. Then don’t ask me about it,” retorted Lance glumly.
“Yeah, I well remember that night," recalled Keith. "It’s a good thing he put me back down when he did. For a while there I thought I was gonna have to trounce the big guy.”
Pidge suddenly snickered and said, “Yeah, I did that to him once.”
Then Allura giggled and said, “Yes, in a controlled judo situation. In the same respect I’ve trounced Lance before.”
“So what did Hunk do to you when he gotcha?” asked his wife, Karla, mischievously.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it!” answered Lance in a very perturbed tone.
"I said, 'Tag, you're it,'" answered Hunk who had just come waltzing into the room carrying a pillowcase in one hand as if it were a sack. Everyone there started laughing over Hunk's answer and completely understood why Lance didn't want to talk about it.
"So how come you're late?" Tammy asked Hunk.
"Yeah, I can hardly believe it myself considering how starved I am. Lance gave me quite work out. But an idea came to mind that I just couldn't resist."
Having said that, Hunk walked over behind Lance and dumped out the whole contents of feathers from the pillowcase over his head.
"Now who's the scared turkey?" jeered Hunk.
Everyone except Lance was laughing again.
Alright, I'm sorry!" apologized Lance, thoroughly crestfallen over declaring defeat in the battle of the wits against Hunk.
Karla giggled some more and then said, "Don't worry. I still love you, my fine feathered husband."
"You're not helping any!" Lance told her in angry annoyance. But all that did was cause everyone, including Karla to laugh more. Lance wanted to explode in fury, but he knew the more anger and aggravation he showed, the more ridicule he'd be facing. So he tried to keep cool about it all, although his feelings of annoyance showed right through on his face.
"Oh no," fussed Coran, losing his humor. "This will never do when Nanny comes."
Then Nanny cheerfully came walking in with castle staff, all ready to serve the Thanksgiving feast. At the sight of Lance, her cheerfulness faded away abruptly.
"Lance!" hollered Nanny. "What's the meaning of this outrage?"
"Hunk did it," accused Lance calmly.
A smile came to Nanny's face as she suddenly realized what it was all about. She knew well of the morning ordeal between Hunk and Lance and had blown up at them the few times they happened to go chasing through her kitchen.
"Well if that be the case," said Nanny to Lance, still smiling, "then no one eats until you say 'gobble, gobble,'"
Everyone was silent.
Lance looked straight across the table over at Hunk who then had a horrified look on his face, and a huge sinister grin came across Lance's face.
"Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!" said Hunk wildly.
"No, Hunk," said Nanny. "I need to hear it from Lance."
Hunk was then sweating over the idea of not getting to eat.
"OK, I'm sorry!" he suddenly blurted out to Lance.
"Gobble, gobble," said Lance in a cool even tone.
Then everyone got to eat the Thanksgiving feast after a table prayer by King Keith.
But one has to wonder. Whose Thanksgiving nightmare was it anyway? Hunk's or Lance's?
[Author -- Sheila Bliss, based on the previous creation of Voltron by World Events Productions]
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