First of all, Chao and all related characters are trademarks of SEGA Enterprises. The Chao
Characters Moody, Thorst, Blue Boy Gold-Ed, Moody Jr., 3X3=9 and NiGHTs, are
copyright Alison Scharlemann or Sonique of Perfect Chaos. This fanfic may be
distributed or used for MiSTings, but I would like an email if you are using it so I know
who is. All comments about this fic can be written to me, Sonique, at
soneec@sonicrules.zzn.com.
A very Chao Christmas-Sonique
Boys: Moody, Thorst, Chaclon, Blue Boy, Gold-Ed, Moody Jr.
Girls: 3X3=9, NiGHTs
Moody steps out of the chao staduim looking very pissed off: Oh man! I don't believe it! That
jerk Chaclon beat me again!
3X3=9 follows Moody walking with Thorst: That sure was a fun race.
Thorst: Yeah, they don't build courses like that anymore.
Moody turn and looks at them: How can you think it was fun? You both lost miserably.
Gold-Ed follows: It's not about who wins. Racing is about having fun and getting good excerise.
NiGHTs: I had a great time.
Chaclon: (English accent) I say old chap, Gold-Ed is right. It's not about winning
but that doesn't matter because I beat you every time.HAHAHA!
Moody: Hey, shut up! It's not over till it's over Blacky!
All but Chaclon walk into the garden because Chaclon has a different garden.
3X3=9: So what should we do for Christmas?
Moody: Who cares? All I wanna do is beat Chaclon at a freaking race!
3X3=9: How about we all have a big party on Christmas day with presents, chaonuts and everything.
Thorst: Great idea!
NiGHTs: We should go get the supplies. Christmas is in 2 days. You coming
Moody?
Moody: No, this party idea sucks! How are a few stupid presents and chaonuts
gonna help me beat Chaclon??
3X3=9: Is that all that matters to you Mood-butt?
Moody: Well, it's not like..
Blue Boy hobbles up behind Moody and coughs.
Moody: AUGH! You scared me Blue Boy.
Thorst: Are you okay? You look sick.
Blue-Boy: I think my time is coming soon.
Moody: No way, Blue Boy, you probably just got a flu.
Blue-Boy: Maybe you're right, Moody. But, you'd better get the party stuff
without me.
Moody Jr runs up to Moody: Daddy, can I go get the suppwies for the pawty too?
Moody sighs: All right, all right. I'll go with you guys.
The six chao leave for the store.
Later on...
Gold-Ed walks into the garden: Well, we got all the stuff now... *gasp* BLUE-BOY!
Blue-Boy lies completely still on the ground as the chao crowd around.
Moody: What happened?
Blue-Boy lefts his head up: Like, I said before, Moody. It's my time. *cough*
3X3=9: No, it can't be! Don't leave us.
Blue-Boy: It's okay, friends. I'll be with my family and loved ones with plenty of
chaonuts for all. *cough* If I do come back, I know I'll never find another garden like
this one. Good-bye, friends.
With those last words, Blue-Boy grows a cacoon around him and dissappears
from sight. The chao sadly watch with tears in their eyes....
***
Thorst hangs up the popcorn string on the tree while other chao put up other
decorations except Moody who's sitting on the floor.
3X3=9 walks up to Moody: Hey, I know it's sad that Blue Boy died but he'll always
be here in spirit.
Moody: Yeah, I know... but so close to Christmas.
3X3=9: It'll still be a fun Christmas.
Moody: The only thing that'll make it a fun Christmas is if I beat that jerk
Chaclon in arace!
Gold-Ed walks by: Oh, don't get started on that again!
Moody: And why not? At least I have a goal unlike you guys!
Gold-Ed: My goal is to get you to shut up about Chaclon! That's all you ever think about!
NiGHTs: C'mon guys. Christmas isn't a time for fighting and morning. It's a happy
time when we should all get along and forget about all our worries. *sings*
Have yourself a merry little Christmas...
Moody: Oh shut up!
Moody Jr. comes running in the room with a flyer: Hey Daddy! Chacwon is having
a race on Chwistmas. *Hands Moody the flyer*
Moody: If I start training now, I could just win.
Gold-Ed sighs: Here we go again.
***
At the race...Moody stands waiting for the race to begin: I can't believe those jerks.
Chaclon: Well, well, well. If it isn't the one they call Moody. It is true though.
You are quite the cranky one.
Moody: Not today! You're going down!
Chaclon: That'll be the day.
Announcer: Chao take your mark. *the chao get ready* Get set... GO!
The chao all take off in a cloud of smoke.. meanwhile back at the chao garden
less than a mile from the chao stadium.
3X3=9: Sounds like the race is on.
Thorst: I actually want Moody to loose he's been so.. so.. moody!
NiGHTs: Someone has to go hang up the star outside the garden door. It's pretty
high up so I should do it.
3X3=9: No, you've done enough, I can climb that.
NiGHTs: But I can fly. Are you sure you can climb that high?
3X3=9: No problem. *Takes the star and heads outside.*
Gold-Ed: Well, that's taken care of so how about come Christmas carols??
3X3=9: AAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!!!!!
Thorst: What the...???
All the chao run outside and find 3X3=9 hanging onto the edge of the roof and
slipping widely.
3X3=9: Help! The tile came loose!
NiGHTs: Hold on!
NiGHTs flies up but as she does the loose tile falls down and knocks her onto the
ground pinning her underneath it.
Gold-Ed: Oh no! We can't climb or fly that high.
Thorst: We gotta get NiGHTs out.
Both try to lift the tile but it's too heavy and in the meantime, 3X3=9 is slipping
more and more.
***
3X3=9: HHHEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPP
In the race...Announcer: Moody has taken a tremendous lead over the others. This could be
Moody's first victory.
Moody: Yes, yes yes. *Hear's his friends crying for help* Huh?? *Looks back and
can see a little yellow thing hanging onto the roof.* 3X3=9!!!!! Ohh, but I can't
give up the race.. I could win. *Thinks back to how 3X3=9 comforted him and
remembers his friends.* The hell with this race!Moody stops and begins to fly to the garden.
Announcer: For some odd reason Moody has abandoned this race and very possibly
victory.Moody flies at full speed toward the garden. Finally he reaches it, grabs 3X3=9
saving her from falling. He gently flies toward the ground, sets her down and
heads toward NiGHTs. He lifts the tile off her allowing her to get up.
3X3=9: Moody, you saved me!!
NiGHTs: And me!!!
Gold-Ed: We heard the race, you could've won.
Moody: I guess.. but what good would a trophy be if I can't show it off to you
guys.
The others stare at him then all burst out laughing.
Moody: I know I said the best gift I could get was beating Chaclon, but really,
the best gift, is being with you guys. Sorry I'd almost forgotten that.
NiGHTs: It's okay. After all, you saved me and 3X3=9 and showed some real
Christmas spirit
Chaclon comes up to them with a trophy in his hand: Moody, old chap, these guys
made you loose the race. Are you not mad??
Moody: Mad?? These are my friends. I would've been more mad at myself if
they'd died.
Chaclon: Friends??? I don't understand.
Moody: Well, I guess friends is more important than a trophy and that's
something you'll never understand.
The chao start walking back into the garden.
Chaclon: Moody, old chap, wait up.
They stop and turn around.
Chaclon: Can I be a friend too? I mean, I've never felt something richer than
winning a trophy.
Moody thinks: Well, since it's Christmas, we'll let you hang out with us. Just
don't be making a habit out of it.
3X3=9: Come on in!
The chao all go into the garden and celebrate Christmas with their new friend
Chaclon.
-The End-
Characters Moody, Thorst, Blue Boy Gold-Ed, Moody Jr., 3X3=9 and NiGHTs, are
copyright Alison Scharlemann or Sonique of Perfect Chaos. This fanfic may be
distributed or used for MiSTings, but I would like an email if you are using it so I know
who is. All comments about this fic can be written to me, Sonique, at
soneec@sonicrules.zzn.com.
A very Chao Christmas-Sonique
Boys: Moody, Thorst, Chaclon, Blue Boy, Gold-Ed, Moody Jr.
Girls: 3X3=9, NiGHTs
Moody steps out of the chao staduim looking very pissed off: Oh man! I don't believe it! That
jerk Chaclon beat me again!
3X3=9 follows Moody walking with Thorst: That sure was a fun race.
Thorst: Yeah, they don't build courses like that anymore.
Moody turn and looks at them: How can you think it was fun? You both lost miserably.
Gold-Ed follows: It's not about who wins. Racing is about having fun and getting good excerise.
NiGHTs: I had a great time.
Chaclon: (English accent) I say old chap, Gold-Ed is right. It's not about winning
but that doesn't matter because I beat you every time.HAHAHA!
Moody: Hey, shut up! It's not over till it's over Blacky!
All but Chaclon walk into the garden because Chaclon has a different garden.
3X3=9: So what should we do for Christmas?
Moody: Who cares? All I wanna do is beat Chaclon at a freaking race!
3X3=9: How about we all have a big party on Christmas day with presents, chaonuts and everything.
Thorst: Great idea!
NiGHTs: We should go get the supplies. Christmas is in 2 days. You coming
Moody?
Moody: No, this party idea sucks! How are a few stupid presents and chaonuts
gonna help me beat Chaclon??
3X3=9: Is that all that matters to you Mood-butt?
Moody: Well, it's not like..
Blue Boy hobbles up behind Moody and coughs.
Moody: AUGH! You scared me Blue Boy.
Thorst: Are you okay? You look sick.
Blue-Boy: I think my time is coming soon.
Moody: No way, Blue Boy, you probably just got a flu.
Blue-Boy: Maybe you're right, Moody. But, you'd better get the party stuff
without me.
Moody Jr runs up to Moody: Daddy, can I go get the suppwies for the pawty too?
Moody sighs: All right, all right. I'll go with you guys.
The six chao leave for the store.
Later on...
Gold-Ed walks into the garden: Well, we got all the stuff now... *gasp* BLUE-BOY!
Blue-Boy lies completely still on the ground as the chao crowd around.
Moody: What happened?
Blue-Boy lefts his head up: Like, I said before, Moody. It's my time. *cough*
3X3=9: No, it can't be! Don't leave us.
Blue-Boy: It's okay, friends. I'll be with my family and loved ones with plenty of
chaonuts for all. *cough* If I do come back, I know I'll never find another garden like
this one. Good-bye, friends.
With those last words, Blue-Boy grows a cacoon around him and dissappears
from sight. The chao sadly watch with tears in their eyes....
***
Thorst hangs up the popcorn string on the tree while other chao put up other
decorations except Moody who's sitting on the floor.
3X3=9 walks up to Moody: Hey, I know it's sad that Blue Boy died but he'll always
be here in spirit.
Moody: Yeah, I know... but so close to Christmas.
3X3=9: It'll still be a fun Christmas.
Moody: The only thing that'll make it a fun Christmas is if I beat that jerk
Chaclon in arace!
Gold-Ed walks by: Oh, don't get started on that again!
Moody: And why not? At least I have a goal unlike you guys!
Gold-Ed: My goal is to get you to shut up about Chaclon! That's all you ever think about!
NiGHTs: C'mon guys. Christmas isn't a time for fighting and morning. It's a happy
time when we should all get along and forget about all our worries. *sings*
Have yourself a merry little Christmas...
Moody: Oh shut up!
Moody Jr. comes running in the room with a flyer: Hey Daddy! Chacwon is having
a race on Chwistmas. *Hands Moody the flyer*
Moody: If I start training now, I could just win.
Gold-Ed sighs: Here we go again.
***
At the race...Moody stands waiting for the race to begin: I can't believe those jerks.
Chaclon: Well, well, well. If it isn't the one they call Moody. It is true though.
You are quite the cranky one.
Moody: Not today! You're going down!
Chaclon: That'll be the day.
Announcer: Chao take your mark. *the chao get ready* Get set... GO!
The chao all take off in a cloud of smoke.. meanwhile back at the chao garden
less than a mile from the chao stadium.
3X3=9: Sounds like the race is on.
Thorst: I actually want Moody to loose he's been so.. so.. moody!
NiGHTs: Someone has to go hang up the star outside the garden door. It's pretty
high up so I should do it.
3X3=9: No, you've done enough, I can climb that.
NiGHTs: But I can fly. Are you sure you can climb that high?
3X3=9: No problem. *Takes the star and heads outside.*
Gold-Ed: Well, that's taken care of so how about come Christmas carols??
3X3=9: AAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHH!!!!!
Thorst: What the...???
All the chao run outside and find 3X3=9 hanging onto the edge of the roof and
slipping widely.
3X3=9: Help! The tile came loose!
NiGHTs: Hold on!
NiGHTs flies up but as she does the loose tile falls down and knocks her onto the
ground pinning her underneath it.
Gold-Ed: Oh no! We can't climb or fly that high.
Thorst: We gotta get NiGHTs out.
Both try to lift the tile but it's too heavy and in the meantime, 3X3=9 is slipping
more and more.
***
3X3=9: HHHEEEEEEEEELLLLLPPP
In the race...Announcer: Moody has taken a tremendous lead over the others. This could be
Moody's first victory.
Moody: Yes, yes yes. *Hear's his friends crying for help* Huh?? *Looks back and
can see a little yellow thing hanging onto the roof.* 3X3=9!!!!! Ohh, but I can't
give up the race.. I could win. *Thinks back to how 3X3=9 comforted him and
remembers his friends.* The hell with this race!Moody stops and begins to fly to the garden.
Announcer: For some odd reason Moody has abandoned this race and very possibly
victory.Moody flies at full speed toward the garden. Finally he reaches it, grabs 3X3=9
saving her from falling. He gently flies toward the ground, sets her down and
heads toward NiGHTs. He lifts the tile off her allowing her to get up.
3X3=9: Moody, you saved me!!
NiGHTs: And me!!!
Gold-Ed: We heard the race, you could've won.
Moody: I guess.. but what good would a trophy be if I can't show it off to you
guys.
The others stare at him then all burst out laughing.
Moody: I know I said the best gift I could get was beating Chaclon, but really,
the best gift, is being with you guys. Sorry I'd almost forgotten that.
NiGHTs: It's okay. After all, you saved me and 3X3=9 and showed some real
Christmas spirit
Chaclon comes up to them with a trophy in his hand: Moody, old chap, these guys
made you loose the race. Are you not mad??
Moody: Mad?? These are my friends. I would've been more mad at myself if
they'd died.
Chaclon: Friends??? I don't understand.
Moody: Well, I guess friends is more important than a trophy and that's
something you'll never understand.
The chao start walking back into the garden.
Chaclon: Moody, old chap, wait up.
They stop and turn around.
Chaclon: Can I be a friend too? I mean, I've never felt something richer than
winning a trophy.
Moody thinks: Well, since it's Christmas, we'll let you hang out with us. Just
don't be making a habit out of it.
3X3=9: Come on in!
The chao all go into the garden and celebrate Christmas with their new friend
Chaclon.
-The End-