"How much longer Red?"

Ivy doesn't look away from the window she's sitting beside. "Five hours Harley."

"Okay." Harley whistles contently to herself as she sits on the floor for a few minutes until turning back to Ivy.

"Now how long?"

Ivy sighs in annoyance. "It's still five hours Harley."

Harley stares at the clock on the wall in frustration. "Can't it go any faster?"

"I don't see why you're so exited about such a murderous day, especially since you won't exactly get to celebrate."

"Why not?"

"Do I really need to remind you of last years gift 'incident'?"

"Oh yeah. But everyone was happy to see that hole in the wall."

"Everyone?"

"Okay. Dr Crane was a little mad when the bookcase landed on him... But that was his fault. If he'd been watching tv like everone else and not standing by a wall..."

"Then that murderer who set my babies on fire."

"Yeah but you got him back so everything turned out alright."

Ivy glares at Harley. "My babies didn't 'turn out alright'."

Harley ignores her and continues. "And Eddie had all those pretty lights..."

Ivy returns her gaze to the window. "If by lights you mean those obnoxious flashing green quest..."

"Then Puddin gave the city the greatest gift of all."

"An A-bomb?"

"Nope! Well...that too but bird boy ruined it. Then he gave each and every citizen, in the east shopping district, a permanent Christmas smile! And that was only on Christmas eve. On Christmas morning everyone woke up to a pretty purple present. They were blown away! What a great end to the twelve days of Christmas."

"So, is he going to actually get you this year or...?"

"At midnight. Whatcha lookin at Red?"

"All the natural deaths of my babies. And all the murders just to hang colored lights and plastic orbs on. What a waste."

"Ya wanna know what I wanted to get you this year?"

"What?" Ivy asks bored.

"A new greenhouse! Either that or a trip to South America."

Ivy faces Harley and smiles. "Thats very thoughtful."

"What would you have given me?"

"I wasn't...a shopping spree at the toy store."

Harley jumps up and gives Ivy a bear hug. "Thank you so much Red! This is the best..."

"But you don't get anything because we're still serving six life sentences."

Harleys face drops slightly. "Oh...right."

A smile spreads across Harleys face. "If Jerry is lacking Christmas spirit, maybe ghosts will make him hear it."

"Not the rhyming."

"No time to explain, blackmail needs to be lain."

Harley skips over to the couch and hops onto it, bouncing up into an air vent.