"Goal!" Chris shouted, startling Aviva, and making her hit her head on the hood of the car. She was trying to fix the motor of a car. "What the heck Chris!?" Joey snickered quietly, and Aviva glared at him, rubbing her head. "Sorry mom." "Its ok. Just do a me a big favor and hold this battery." He grabbed the big battery in her hands, and held it, making him fall. "Goal!" This time, Aviva dropped the oil all over herself. "Ay por dios Chris que tienes?!" "Mexico won! Gano!" "Since when have you gone for Mexico?" "Look, babe, I really don't like Chivas. They suck." "Ok, and?" "I think I like the Tri much better." "Why? Cuz' they winnin'?" Aviva smirked at her husband, and Joey laughed. "No, it's cause I like the way their portero blocks that ball, winning Croatia at a big 3-0!" He kissed her, and then smiled.
"What happened dear?" "You shouted goal, scaring mom, making her drop oil on herself." Joey replied, smirking at his father. "I did not get scared. You startled me, that's all." "Sure i- what the hell is going on outside?" "I'll go check." Joey ran to the entrance of the garage, and saw a bunch of people, screaming. "Viva Mexico! Gano a Croacia!" "Heck?" "What's up Joey?" He looked up at Aviva, and smirked. "Look." She looked out at the parking lot, and saw their jeep, with a Mexican flag, and graphitized on it, "Viva Mexico!" Aviva began to laugh, and pulled of the flag, and brought the car inside.
"What happened to it?" She grabbed Chris' hand, and pulled him to the side of the Cre-terra. He smiled, and Aviva handed him the flag. "Merry Christmas." Joey laughed, and so did Martin.