Sarge put a chair on the ground in the center of the canyon. All of the other Reds and Blues were there as well. It was story time, and his turn to tell it.
"Okay, let me tell you the story of 'How the Blues Stole Christmas'" he said. This was one of his originals.
"This is gonna be stupid, I can already tell. Hey, Wash? Do I have to listen to this?" Asked Tucker.
"Yes, you do. It's good to hear a story every once in a while. Opens your mind."
Sarge spoke again, starting the story, "There was a place called Red-ville."
"That's the shittiest name I have ever heard," Said Epsilon.
"It was a peaceful place full of Reds who were celebratin' the holidays! They had decorations and festivels planned, it was gonna be big! But one day, a group of dirty Blues decided to settle in, and everything went horribly wrong!" Sarge continued.
"Tell me more, sir!" Said Simmons, seeming intrigued.
Caboose agreed, "Yes. I like the part with the Christmas part!"
"They were greedy bastards, those Blues, and on the night before Christmas Day, they snuck into all of the Reds houses, and took their decorations and Christmas trees and everything!" Sarge said dramatically, "They ran out, so they could throw all of the stuff off of a giant cliff! But us Reds were smarter! We figured out what they did and found them."
"Whoo-hoo! Go Reds! Suck it, Blues!" Said Simmons, wanting to hear more.
"We managed to throw the Blues off the cliff instead, and save our stuff. And, thus, without the Blues to ruin it anymore, Christmas was saved and Red-ville lived happily ever after. The, brilliant, end. All hail the Reds!"
"That... Was the weirdest story, ever. Of all time." Wash said when the story finished.
"It was... Interesting.." Grif said.