The sprawling estate, usually a scene of elegance and familial pride, had transformed into a battleground of chaos, comedy, and now, chilling revelation. For decades, the Quartermaines have tried—

and spectacularly failed—to enjoy a traditional holiday dinner, each attempt sabotaged by accidents, misfortune, and what some might call the infamous “Quartermaine curse.”

This year, hope arrived in the form of Chase, who bravely volunteered to take the lead in preparing the family’s Thanksgiving meal. Brook Lynn, ever supportive but cautious, agreed to assist,

though she carried the weight of generations of past failures on her shoulders. For once, the Quartermaine’s usually doomed Thanksgiving held a glimmer of promise. Chase was meticulous, determined to defy history, armed with a “foolproof” turkey recipe printed from a website promising perfect results. For thirty years, the Quartermaines had endured burned, exploded, misplaced, or disastrously stolen turkeys—but Chase believed he could finally break the cycle.

Brook Lynn’s warnings grew more dramatic as she recalled the mansion’s legendary disasters: the fire that triggered the sprinklers in 1999, the turkey that vanished mid-cooking due to a sudden blackout, the misguided donation of the main bird to charity, and the infamous year when a cousin tripped over the dog, sending the turkey flying into the fireplace. Each story was met with laughter from Chase, who dismissed them as exaggerated folklore. But the Quartermaine curse was very real, and it had a reputation for consuming optimism with a relentless appetite.

Thanksgiving morning began with a charged mix of excitement and anxiety. Chase’s precise approach to turkey preparation was almost surgical, each baste and seasoning measured to perfection. Brook Lynn watched with a mix of amusement and apprehension, aware that perfection in the Quartermaine household rarely lasts long. Hours passed, and the rich aroma of roasted turkey filled the mansion. Family members peeked into the kitchen, eyes wide in disbelief—was it really happening? Could the impossible finally be achieved?

Chase, strutting proudly, felt like a hero returning from battle. The turkey emerged from the oven golden, succulent, and flawless. Brook Lynn snapped photos, capturing what seemed to be the first successful Thanksgiving dinner in decades. They placed the turkey on the dining room table, triumphant, believing the curse had finally been broken.

Enter Outback, the family dog, whose mischievous instincts are matched only by her uncanny timing. The tantalizing aroma of turkey proved irresistible. With acrobatic grace, she leapt onto a chair, then onto the table, and claimed the 14-pound masterpiece for herself. By the time Chase and Brook Lynn returned from gathering the side dishes, the turkey lay devoured, gravy-smeared, and triumphant at the center of the floor. Shock quickly gave way to laughter, as the family accepted that the Quartermaine curse had once again triumphed—albeit with Outback as an unexpected agent of chaos.

Yet, as the mansion settled into the familiar rhythm of chaos, Outback’s curiosity sparked something far more serious. While exploring, she pawed at a cabinet in the study, revealing a hidden glass vial. Chase and Brook Lynn recognized the label immediately: a toxic substance, not prescribed to anyone in the household. The chilling realization hit—they had stumbled upon evidence of deliberate poisoning, implicating someone within their midst in a premeditated attempt to harm Ned.

Suddenly, the Thanksgiving catastrophe transformed into a full-blown investigation. Outback, once a comic relief and chaos agent, had become an unlikely hero, leading the couple to a deadly secret. Chase’s detective instincts flared; he began piecing together a pattern that connected Ned’s mysterious collapse to other violent events in Port Charles, including Drew’s shooting. The same hand that poisoned Ned had struck before, methodically, calculatingly, and with lethal intent.

Brook Lynn and Chase worked in tandem, retracing timelines, checking patterns, and connecting dots invisible to anyone else. Every movement of the dog, every subtle disturbance she noticed, pointed to someone with a sinister agenda operating within the mansion itself. Outback had not just found the vial—she had identified a presence, a shadow in the household, someone whose intentions were far from benign.

The stakes were higher than anyone realized. The poison, the shooting, the carefully orchestrated attacks—they were all part of a calculated campaign to undermine the Quartermaine family. Chase recognized a system of manipulation, someone using the chaos and the family’s distractions to mask their crimes. He also realized he could not trust official channels; the corruption ran deeper than the local police, with misdirection guiding the investigation away from the true culprit.

Chase’s mind raced. He retraced every interaction Ned had before his collapse, every threat Drew had encountered before the shooting. The evidence pointed to a single, shadowy figure with access, knowledge, and the cold precision to strike without leaving traceable emotion—Sidwell, a name whispered in rumors, erased from documents, but still very much alive in the dark corners of Port Charles. Chase understood what Sidwell was capable of: financial manipulation, underground experiments, and now, the orchestration of attacks against the Quartermaines to consolidate power and silence threats.

Outback remained at his side, vigilant, guiding him through the mansion, alerting him to disturbances invisible to the human eye. Chase realized that the dog’s instincts were more than animal curiosity—they were a vital tool in navigating the dangerous web that had entangled his family. Brook Lynn’s fear mirrored his own, but she saw the determination in him, the unwavering commitment to protect their loved ones and uncover the truth. Together, they formed an alliance strengthened by trust, courage, and an understanding that the Quartermaine mansion was as dangerous as it was familiar.

The investigation became an obsession. Chase meticulously compared medical records, forensic data, and witness accounts. Patterns emerged, linking Ned’s poisoning and Drew’s shooting as coordinated attacks, both warning shots from a master manipulator intent on destabilizing the family. Every clue, every detail, brought them closer to understanding the scope of the threat—and the realization that failure could have catastrophic consequences.

By the end of the chaotic Thanksgiving, the Quartermaines had once again survived disaster, though the laughter from Outback’s turkey heist masked the tension lurking beneath. What began as a comedic disaster had evolved into a life-or-death mystery, revealing secrets long buried and threats still very real. Chase and Brook Lynn stood united, aware that the safety of their family—and the truth itself—now rested in their hands.

Outback, the unlikely hero, curled by the fireplace, oblivious to the weight of the discovery she had just prompted. The Quartermaine mansion, steeped in tradition and chaos, had delivered its newest twist: a secret poisoning, a lurking enemy, and a couple ready to face the darkness together. Thanksgiving had been ruined—but in the ruins lay a truth that could change Port Charles forever.

For fans of General Hospital, this week’s episodes promise a high-stakes mix of humor, heartbreak, and suspense. Outback’s antics may have stolen the turkey, but they also uncovered the first clue in a dangerous puzzle, setting the stage for a tense investigation that could shake the Quartermaine family to its core. As the city’s hidden threats come to light, Chase and Brook Lynn must navigate love, loyalty, and peril in equal measure, proving that in Port Charles, no holiday—or secret—remains hidden for long.