It took Sam something close to a sixth of an hour after his alarm had gone off to realize he and Max had the day off. He probably would have continued the day without becoming aware of said fact if he hadn't, in his haste to dance into his suit pants, hopped past his calendar. His gaze had been drawn, quite irresistibly to the large red 'x' through the square representing the current day, though aside from the 'NO WORK' scrawled next to it he had no idea why it was there. It was most likely important, but he figured it could wait.

It was as he was just standing there, wondering whether he should go wake up Max when he realized another amazing piece of information. He didn't need pants. Immediately after this realization he dropped the pants he'd just been struggling into and stepped out of them as they pooled around his furry brown ankles. Vaguely he noted his teeth tasted a little gross, so he shuffled off to the bathroom in his standard issue Max boxers, in search of his toothbrush.

Max beat him there, shooting past in a fuzzy white blur just as Sam was about to step into the room, leaving him staring in confusion at the closed door. As he realized what had happened, Sam frowned, knocking loudly on the old wood. "Hey, get out of there!"

"I got here first Sam." Max stated locking the door with a high giggle, much to Sam's dismay. After a few moments of fruitless pounding, Sam sat down in defeat. He knew all too well how long Max would take in there. Not because the rabbit needed to use the washroom, but because he knew Sam did.

In his boredom Sam began flipping through his date book, wishing he had a crowbar handy to break open the door. As he glanced at that day's notations he paused, and then stood up quite spontaneously. "Holy cowberry sauce on maple syrup and toast! It's our anniversary little buddy!"

Max opened the door, his abnormally watermelon-shaped head split with a demented grin. "What'd ya get me, Sam?"

"Just a sec, pal, I'll go get it." Sam bustled off to fetch the present he only now remembered he'd stashed away under his desk just last week. It was small, but wrapped brightly, and topped with a bow. Sam knew Max would like it, if he didn't eat it before unwrapping it. Shuffling back to where Max was waiting, he handed it over.

"What is it Sam?" Max demanded giddily, tearing at the wrapping. His little beady eyes widened in joy when the package was revealed. "BlusterBlaster for the PS2!"

"I thought you'd like it." Sam grinned proudly, his tail wagging discretely behind him. He'd spent hours looking for the game, having more than a little trouble due to the rarity of the item in question. He still remembered how much Max had loved the old version of the game when they'd just been little tikes.

Max spazzed over the game for another long moment before glancing at Sam, his birdie eyes showing just a little bit of shame. Not much of course, because Max was only barely capable of the emotion, but a little. "I made you a card, but I ate it. The cookie too."

"Aw, that's okay little buddy." Sam replied, having foreseen this transaction long ago. "It's the thought that counts."

"But I was thinking about cookies Sam." Max declared with a grin, and Sam had to smile along with him. Contently he reached over and ruffled the top of Max's head.

"You crack me up, little buddy."

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Author's note: Hey guys, guess what? I'm great at mauling character's personalities. Sorry. xD