(Here is the next chapter, and again I own nothing.)

The sign at the front of the building read Khan, Cruella and Yzma. After Cruella and Yzma's death Shere Khan never bothered to change it.

Mordecai and Rigby had just arrived at the building. "Geez, I thought Benson was a grump," said Rigby.

Mordecai then turned to the audience. "He was a tightfisted hand- to-the- grindstone Khan…" But as Mordecai turned to the window to look inside, he stopped as he noticed that the window was covered in dirt with would make things hard to see. "Hmm, this really is a dirty city."

"Tell me about it." said Rigby.

"Rigby, hold still."

"Why?"

"Just trust me," said Mordecai as he picked up Rigby who yelped in protest. Mordecai began to use Rigby to clean the window.

"Thanks for making me a part of this!" scowled Rigby sarcastically. Mordecai dropped Rigby on the snow after seeing that the window was now clean to see through. Then he went back to narrating as he and Rigby looked through the window.

"He was a tightfisted hand-to-the-grindstone Khan. A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, clutching, covetous old sinner."

Inside, Shere Khan's bookkeeping staff (Who will be all the Bean scout campers from Camp Lazlo) were working their fingers to the bone (Not really, folks) and at the desk, a humanoid dog like creature was hard at work. He wore blue pants, a green shirt, and a yellow hat. This man… I mean dog, was Shere Khan's clerk, Goofy.

As Shere Khan walked to his office, he saw a shivering, slightly bald man waiting nervously.

"Mr. Goof!" addressed Shere Khan with a frown,

"Yes, Mr. Khan, sir?" asked Goofy looking up from his work.

"Who is this?" demanded Shere Khan as he pointed at the man with his sharp cane nearly poking the scared man's face.

Goofy looked and said, "That's Bill Dauterive, Sir. He's here to talk to you about… his mortgage."

"Oh, please, Mr. Shere Khan sir!" pleaded Bill as Shere Khan walked by him to put his coat and stuff away. "Listen, I know you're upset and I did not mean to fall behind in my payments! With Christmas nearly here! Please don't shout at me, I had some money five days ago but I was not feeling well. The doctor has his share, doesn't he? And yelling and screaming won't help any good."

Shere Khan with an irritated look, picked Bill up by his shirt and dragged him to the door. As his workers watched, Bill continued. "And I'm not the stone you can squeeze blood from and that's the truuuuuuuuuuuuuth!" Bill yelped as Shere Khan threw him outside. As Shere Khan closed the door, Bill said outside, "Thanks for not shouting at me!"

Shere Khan turned around. Goofy and the bookkeeping staff went back to work. As Shere Khan went back to his office, he said to Goofy, "I want you to get the eviction notices ready for tomorrow, Mr. Goof."

"But, Mr. Khan, tomorrow's Christmas," protested Goofy as he got out of his desk and walked forward.

"Alright, you can gift wrap them and this time don't drop them," said Shere Khan as he gave Goofy a huge stack of notices.

"Garsh, there's more here than last year," said Goofy trying his best not to drop them.

"Let us help you with that, Goofy," said Lazlo as he, Raj, Clamp, Samson, Dave and Ping-Pong went to help except for three others, a platypus named Edward and two dung beetles named Chip and Skip.

"Should we help them?" asked Skip.

"No, I want to see what happens," said Edward as he and Goofy watched the others try to put the notices away. But they were too heavy for them and fell.

"Ha, see, wasn't that funny?! " laughed Edward.

"I don't get it," said Chip and Skip causing Edward to facepalm himself.

Meanwhile, as Shere Kahn was about to sit down on his chair and work, a small female Pokémon called a Plusle crawled out from its hidden place and jumped up to Shere Kahn's desk.

Shere Kahn took notice of the Plusle and gave it a small smile. "Ah, yes, my assistant," he said as Plusle gave him his pen. Shere Kahn took it and gave the Plusle some Pokemon food. Then with Plusle sitting by his hand, Shere Khan wrote on some books.

"Christmas is a busy time for us, Mr. Goof. People are so busy making feast, giving parties, and spending their money on useless junk, they don't bother to pay their mortgages. It would seem December is the foreclosure season for us, harvest time for the moneylenders," smiled Shere Kahn as he petted Plusle on the head.

After the employees got up from the fall, they stood next to Goofy.

"Don't just stand there, ask him," said Edward.

"You can do it, Goofy," said Lazlo.

"Ask him," said Clam.

"Um, If you please, Kahn, it's gotten colder, and the bookkeeping staff wondered if they could have an extra shovelful of coal for the fire," said Goofy.

"I don't mind," smiled Lazlo. "I think it's bracing."

"Shut up!" snapped Edward. "Look, we can't work in this cold."

"Our pens have been turned into ink-cicles," added Samson.

"And our assets are frozen," Raj shivered.

"Frozen," said Clam.

Plusle scowled at them. Shere Kahn was still working then said, "Hmm, how would the bookkeepers like to be suddenly, oh I don't know…" He looked up quickly and yelled, "UNEMPLOYED!?"

"Heat wave!" said the employees now dressed in Hawaiian outfits. They started to dance around and sing.

"This is my island in the sun," they sang.

"Hula, hula," added Clam.

"Looks like you've convinced them once again, Mr. Shere Kahn," said Goofy as he and the other employees returned to work while Shere Kahn smiled at his victory.

Outside, our two narrators looked on through the window.

Mordecai looked at the audience and said, "At that moment, who should arrive at the door but Shere Kahn's nephew, Tigger, his only living relative."

"Where, I don't see him?" said Rigby looking around.

"Just trust me."

"Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!" shouted a voice.

"What was that?" said Rigby but then some blur came and jumped on top of Rigby. The blur revealed to be a sort of stuff animal named Tigger.

"Thanks for the bounce," said Tigger then went to the door. "Hellooo, Uncle!"

"Um, Rigby?" said Mordecai as he looked down at his friend.

"You're getting real good at this, Mr. Dickens," said Rigby sarcastically.

Tigger opened the door and bounced in with a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Uncle!" laughed Tigger. "Ho,ho,ho,hoooo.

Shere Khan looked up and frowned. "Christmas, bah, humbug!"

"Quick, it will be warmer in there!" yelled Rigby as he ran into the building with Mordecai right behind him just as Tigger closed the door.

"Humbug? Now don't be ridiculous!" said a surprised Tigger.

As Mordecai and Rigby walked around the building, Rigby shivered. "Actually it's colder in here."

"Yeah," shivered Mordecai.

"Ha!" snapped Shere Khan, unaware of the other newcomers in the room. "What gives you the right to be merry? You're poor enough."

"True. But you're rich enough," said Tigger.

"He's got him there, the furball's speechless," said Rigby trying to see Shere Khan's reaction.

Shere Khan then looked at Tigger with eyes that could kill and said, "If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips would be cooked with his own turkey…"

Goofy yelped at what his boss said. "… and buried with a stake of holly through his heart."

"Okay, not quite speechless," said Rigby.

"Oh but, Uncle Khan!" whined Tigger.

"Nephew! You keep Christmas your way and I will keep it in mine," snapped Shere Khan.

Tigger then frowned and said, "Well I don't care. Christmas is a time of joy and bouncing, and even if it never gave me gold, silver, or any of those nice things you mention, I still say Merry Christmas and God bless it!"

"Well said, Tigger!" cheered Goofy as he and the other workers cheered for the speech he made.

Plusle then growled at the workers but Shere Khan petted her again and said, "So tell me how does one spend Christmas on the unemployment line!"

The workers yelped as they returned to work.

Now back to our two narrators. Rigby was putting coal in the furnace and blowing it to keep himself warm while Mordecai narrated.

"Now, in these times, it was customary on Christmas Eve for well-meaning people to call upon businesses to collect donations for the poor and homeless," explained Mordecai.

And just as he said this, the door to the workplace opened once more and a triangle shaped headed boy and a long headed boy came in.

"Hello! Are you Mr. Shere Khan?" said the triangle shaped headed boy.

Shere Khan looked at the boy in annoyance. "And you are?"

"I'm Phineas and this is my brother Ferb," Phineas said introducing himself and Ferb as they walked further into the room. "We're helping collecti donations from businesses for the poor."

"Aren't you boys a little young to be collecting donations for the poor?"

"Yes, yes we are."

"Well then this jolly fella is Shere Khan and he is very charitable," said Tigger with a smile.

"Nephew!" yelled Shere Khan annoyed.

"Well, Mr. Khan, at this wonderful time of the year, the Christmas season, many of us feel that we should take care of the poor and homeless," explained Phineas as he and Ferb walked up to the desk.

"What about the prisons and poorhouses? Are they not still around?" asked Shere Khan.

"Yes, sadly there are still plenty of those," said Phineas.

"Oh, good, I was getting worried for a second," said the tiger sarcastically as he looked at Plusle who smiled at him.

Ferb took out a notebook and pencil as Phineas continued, "We are hoping to raise enough funds so the poor and homeless could have a wonderful feast. So what shall we put you down for?"

"Nothing."

"You want to be anonymous? Okay that works I guess."

"I wish to be left alone," snarled Shere Khan making the two boys jump. "I don't like to make myself merry at Christmas!"

"That's true," frowned Tigger.

"And I can't afford to make idle people merry."

"Well that's not true," smiled Tigger.

Shere Khan then turned angrily at Tigger and said, "Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Oh you're right, Uncle! I still have to deliver my yuletide bounce to everyone, so here is my donation," said Tigger as he gave some dimes to Ferb.

"Thanks very much," said Phineas.

Tigger then headed back to the door but turned back to face Shere Khan. "Oh! Before I forget, you must come and have Christmas dinner with Kanga and me tomorrow!"

Shere Khan sighed in annoyance. "Why did you ever get married?"

"Well, I fell in love that's all," smiled Tigger.

"Love? Ha! That's more foolish then a Merry Christmas!"

"Oh well, Merry Christmas!" said Tigger as he put a wreath on the front door.

"Merry Christmas, Tigger," smiled Goofy.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Goofy," Tigger said, smiling back. "TTFN, ta ta for now and Merry Christmas!" Then he closed the door and bounced away.

Shere Khan went back to what he was doing without even noticing that Phineas and Ferb were still near his desk.

"Mr. Khan? About the donation," said Phineas , with a hopeful look.

Shere Khan then looked at the two boys then looked at Plusle who smirked at him, then he got up from his desk and walked away from it. "Well now, I think I know how to deal with the poor," that caused Phineas and Ferb to follow him in hopes that he would donate but they stopped when he said, "My taxes pay for the prisons and poorhouses, so the homeless will have to go there!"

"What?" gasped Phineas in horror. "But some would rather die!"

"If they'd rather die, then they'd better do it and decrease the surplus population!" yelled Shere Khan.

Both Phineas and Ferb were shaken at this.

Shere Khan opened the front door and said. "I suggest you boys leave, before I say some words that should not be heard by two boys."

"Okay," said Phineas nervously as he and Ferb headed toward the door. "Come on, Ferb, I think we kept enough of Mr. Shere Khan's time."

Phineas and Ferb, both went out the door in a flash. Shere Khan slammed the door, then he spotted the wreath his nephew had left hanging on the door, grabbed it, and began to rip it apart until he heard a singing voice outside.

Voice: Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen

Shere Khan in annoyance opened up the door and looked left and right for the source.

Though the snow lay round about deep and crisp and even

Shere Khan then looked down and saw a small blonde boy on the steps below singing. His name was Butters.

Brightly shown the moon that night

Though the…

Butters looked up and stopped singing as he saw the angry look Shere Khan was giving him.

"What do you want?" snarled Shere Khan.

"Uh…a penny for the song, please?" asked Butters nervously.

Shere Khan then slammed the door in Butters' face. Inside Shere Khan continued to try and rip the wreath but stopped. Then Shere Khan opened the front door again. Butters, who was walking away, turned around smiling, hoping that he changed his mind, but sadly Shere Khan tossed the wreath at Butters' face.

Shere Khan then slammed the door again and looked at Goofy and the other employees, who went back to their work.

Shere Khan then walked back to his desk to where Plusle was waiting for him.

"Oh, Plusle, what is this world coming to?" sighed Shere Khan as Plusle patted his paw. "You spent all your life to get money! And people want you to give it away to fools who would spend it on alcohol and tobacco!" Shere Kahn placed his head on the desk then he looked at his pocket watch.

"Mr. Goof," said Shere Kahn as he was putting his coat back on.

"Yes, Mr. Kahn?" asked Goofy.

"I'm heading out for a meeting and I won't be back for less than a couple hours, and I expect things to be as I left them. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Khan."

Shere Khan was about to head out the door but turned back and said. "Oh, Plusle."

"Plusle!" Plusle responded.

"Make sure no one uses any more coal for the fire while I'm away."

"Plusle!" nodded Plusle as Shere Khan left out the door ( And unknowingly so did Mordecai and Rigby).

Then Edward got out of his chair and started to walk up to the furnace.

"Edward, what are you doing?" asked Goofy.

"What does it look like? I'm going to put some coal in!" snapped Edward.

"But, Edward, Mr. Shere Khan said..."

"Well he's not here! And I'm freezing my tail off!"

Edward stopped as he noticed Plusle on top of the pile of coal with an angry look.

"Out of the way, you overgrown rat!" snapped Edward.

"Edward, that Plusle is a Pokemon!" said Raj.

"So what?!"

"Well Plusle is a…"

"PLUSLE!" Shouted Plusle as she used Thunder on Edward frying him.

"An electric type," finished Raj.

"Okay, I'm going back to my desk," grumbled Edward as Plusle smiled.

(Well that chapter's done. Oh and ignore what I said on the bottom of the first chapter. I've already decided who will be Bell.)