A/N: Hey Famine here! What's up people?!

Here it is, I'm going to write my first story that's not a one-shot! Sorry I couldn't tell you about this earlier but big bro's kind of been busy lately and hasn't been able to update our profile. We are going to keep working on two worlds two evils and Apocalyptic. Anyways, this is going to be a MUSICAL! As in singing, dancing, parodying, the whole thing. If you enjoyed my Drunken Midget and thought Kidnap the Jinchuriki was okay for my first try, then you should enjoy this one. So without further ado, I introduce: How Albert Wesker stole Christmas!

Please keep in mind that when a song starts I'm going to write it in script form to avoid any confusion.

Disclaimer: If I didn't own anything the last, I don't know, 10 times, what makes you think I'd own it the 11th time?!

Albert Wesker was walking home from work. He had had yet another fun day experimenting on the little Burnside boy and was ready to go home and sleep. While he was walking he began to wonder:

"Why am I always the one to do the dirty work?" he pondered. "If only there was some way I could get everyone in the world to do as I say, I would be the one to give the orders."

Wesker grinned at this idea. Oh, how he wished there was someone in that position of power he could take over for. Oh, how he only wished.

He stopped and looked around. "Crap! Where the hell am I?" He muttered. He began to look around at the strange world of color that surrounded him. "What the hell?" The entire place was brightly decorated in reds, greens, whites, yellows, and blues. He pushed his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose for a better look. Was he seeing this for real? Every building on the block was decorated like this. Not a speck of darkness anywhere.

Poor Albert began to have a strange feeling. It started in his stomach, went up to his throat and out his mouth.

Wesker: WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS? THERE'S COLOR EVERYWHERE. WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker caught several snowflakes in his hand.

Wesker: THERE'S WHITE THINGS IN THE AIR. WHAT'S THIS? OH, I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES, I MUST BE DREAMING, WAKE UP, AL, THIS ISN'T FAIR! WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker quickly hid in an alley as Sherry and Leon skipped by singing "Deck the halls".

Wesker: WHAT'S THIS? WHAT'S THIS? THERE'S SOMETHING VERY WRONG. WHAT'S THIS? THERE'S PEOPLE SINING SONGS. WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker ducked back into alleyway as Yoko and Alyssa walked by strangely laughing. (A/N: I ran out of ideas for characters) Wesker popped back out to continue his song.

Wesker: THE STREETS ARE LINED WITH MANY PEOPLE LAUGHING. EVERYBODY SEEMS SO HAPPY. HAVE I POSSIBLY GONE DAFFY? WHAT IS THIS? WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker watched from the roof top as Claire and Rebecca had a snowball fight.

Wesker: THERE'S PEOPLE THROWING SNOW BALLS AND THEY'RE NOT ROLLING HEADS. THEY'RE BUSY BUYING TOYS AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE'S DEAD. THERE'S FROST IN EVERY WINDOW, OH, I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES. AND IN MY HEART I FEEL A WARMTH THAT'S COMING FROM INSIDE.

Wesker grabbed his stomach and looked ready to throw up. "I don't like this feeling." He groaned. He took a double take at a window and ran towards it.

Wesker: WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker looked in to see Jill and Chris decorating the ceiling.

Wesker: OH MY, WHAT'S THIS? THEY'RE HANGING MISLETOE. THEY KISS? WHY THAT LOOKS SO UNIQUE.

Wesker quickly looked away and ran around to the other side of the building while still singing.

Wesker: INSPIRED! THEY'RE GATHERING 'ROUND AND HEARNG STORIES, ROASTING CHESTNUTS ON A FIRE. WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker stopped and peered through another frosty window.

Wesker: WHAT'S THIS, IN HERE, THEY'VE GOT A LITTLE TREE. HOW QUEER, AND WHO WOULD EVER THINK. AND WHY? THEY'RE COVERING WITH TINY LITTLE THINGS; THEY'VE GOT ELECTRIC LIGHTS ON STRINGS. AND THERE'S A SMILE ON EVERYONE, SO NOW CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG. THIS LOOKS LIKE FUN. THIS LOOKS LIKE FUN. OH, COULD IT BE I GOT MY WISH? WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker quietly opened a window and crawled up into Sherry and Lucia's bedroom. He began to look around and couldn't believe it looked normal.

Wesker: OH MY, WHAT NOW? THE CHILDREN ARE ASLEEP. BUT LOOK, THERE'S NOTHING UNDERNEATH. NO TREVORS. NO HUNTERS HERE TO SCREAM AND SCARE THEM ALL OR ENSNARE THEM ALL. ONLY LITTLE COZY THINGS SECURE INSIDE THEIR DREAM LAND. Yuck. WHAT'S THIS?

Wesker ran around, gaping at all the wondrous new things that surrounded him.

Wesker: THE ZOMBIES ARE ALL MISSING AND THE TYRANTS CAN'T BE FOUND. AND IN THEIR PLACE THERE SEEMS TO BE GOOD FEELING ALL AROUND! INSTEAD OF SCREAMS I SWEAR I CAN HERE MUSIC IN THE AIR. THE SMELL OF CAKES AND PIES ARE ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE, gross.

Wesker apparently doesn't like sweets. On the other hand, he was pretty much losing any sanity he had left do to all the jolliness.

Wesker: THE SIGHTS, THE SOUNDS THEY'RE EVERYWHERE AND ALL AROUND. I'VE NEVER FELT SO GOOD BEFORE! THIS EMPTY PLACE INSIDE OF ME IS FILLING UP. I SIMPLY CANNOT GET ENOUGH. AND HOW I WANT IT, OH, I WANT IT, OH; I WANT IT FOR MY OWN. I'VE GOT TO KNOW, I'VE GOT TO KNOW. WHAT IS THIS PLACE THAT I HAVE FOUND? WHAT IS THIS?

Wesker ran into a pole and fell backwards to the ground. He sat up. Rubbing his head, he read the large sign aloud. "Christmas town? Hm." "Ho ho ho!" Wesker spun around to where the laughter was coming from. "Santa!" The children shouted jumping up and down as they waited anxiously in line to meet "the king of Christmas". "He must be the leader" Wesker thought grinning to himself as he stared at the man with the white beard and red coat. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this."

A/N: Look out Sandy Claws!

Oh, and, uh, please review. XD