If asked later, they would all have blamed Len.

After all,hewas the one who had the bright idea to throw a Christmas party in the first place.He was the one who provided free alcohol.

It was only polite that they chug it all down. In half an hour.

Later, of course, Mark suggested that they all pile into Len's car and wreak havoc. So they left Len in a nice spot in the corner, handed him a bottle of vodka, said they'd be right back, and did just that. Axel, who wasn't suffering too horribly through his first drunken experience, was the person who offered the idea that they mess with the Flashes. Which was a nice suggestion, especially since they'd tied him to the roof of the car an' all.

How they managed to get anywhere in that car without an accident was a mystery, but when they cruised slowly past Barry Allen's house, Digger was blessed with the greatest concept known to man. It would be for Len, he said. As a big 'thanks for always putting up with us' present. And because they were all feeling so sentimental and full of the Christmas spirit, Mark pulled over and they tumbled out into the snow covered yard.

Which is how they ended up in a semi-circle staring intently at a cheerful, Flash-scarf wearing snowman, contemplating the best way to get it out of Barry Allen's front yard and into the car.

You haven't really lived, Mick decided, until you'd bodily hoisted a snowman into Evan McCulloch's lap. There really was nothing like it.

The real problem arose when they had to get it back out of the car and into Len's apartment. In the end, they gave up on the half that got caught in the door and Evan yanked them all through a "shortcut" that destroyed Len's coffee table. It all seemed for naught when they had to trudge back down to the car to untie Axel, but they did not give up hope.

The only way they could get him to stop whining was by telling him he could tie the bow.

So, Digger yanked down the curtains and Mark ripped them in half and tossed them to Axel. The half-melted snowman, smile mangled, was getting all over the carpet, but Len didn't really seem to notice. At least, he was sobbing and clutching Axel's pantleg, though he seemed to be under the mistaken impression that Axel was someone named 'Lisa'.

By this point, Mick had given up and gone to the kitchen to make hot chocolate, because snow is actually really cold, and Mark had followed to make sure the hot chocolate was properly boozed, because "we're gonna need it." Axel, meanwhile, was practically in tears over the bow, which just wouldn't sit right, and by the time the hot chocolate was done, Evan had managed to get Len onto the couch and everyone was ready to just sit down and relax.

When Mick woke up the next morning, half on Len's lap with Axel's knee in his side and Mark's elbow in his face, he figured that the entire day could've gone much worse.