Me: (Reaching towards Christmas Tree) One… More… Day…
Nova: Get over it. Besides, I stole every gift that was supposed to Sparky's… NOTHING! HA!
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The train's whistle blew, and continued it's blaring music, heading towards the Super Robot, carrying other children and robotic animals. It seems as though the train will pass the robot, but it doesn't. The Polar Express stops on the one stop that will change the story forever, but it's not like anyone noticed…
"Sparky, wake up! I see a train outside the Super Robot!" Otto cried, shaking Sprx's shoulder.
Sprx reached to the sides of his pillow, covering his ears with the edges and stirring.
"SPARKY!!" Otto cried, jumping and yelling his name and pointing.
"I'll talk to you later. Chiro… pink tastes like feet…" Sprx mumbled, stirring some more and snoring.
Otto sat down, frustrated. How could he wake up the team to see- wait. Otto looked down, reading the words on the train's cars carefully. "The… Polar… Express!!"
That was no ordinary train like he had thought. It was THE Polar Express, or at least a realistic copy, but the man's voice was familiar.
"All Aboard, Monkey Team!" the captain yelled. That's when the team woke up, looking at the train with wonder. Antauri glanced at it curiously, examining the design and amount of cars. "That looks much like the one on the movie, Team." he reported, studying it once more.
Nova read the words also, shivering nervously. "Why is this happening?! Why us?"
Sprx stood up, rubbing his eyes like he couldn't believe it.
Gibson walked up to the screen, his eyes bulging with disbelief.
"It is real! SEE! Can we go, please?!" Otto pleaded, jumping up and down like a kid who had way too much caffeine.
Gibson muttered, "Alright."
The team cheered silently, curious about their upcoming adventure aboard the no-longer-a-fantasy train, the great Polar Express.
Walking outside was much more of a challenge than deciding whether or not to go. The wind howled, stronger than normal, making snow cover them in just a few seconds of trying to walk. When they made it to the train, the captain waved a hello, giving them golden tickets and leading them to the seating area.
"Next stop: The North Pole." the captain announced, starting up the train.
"But there aren't any tracks!" Otto whispered.
Amazingly, the captain heard him. "That's the magic, Otto."
"How do you-" Otto was cut off as they went faster than light to the icy tundra, the north.
Everyone on board clutched their stomachs, glancing at each other, wondering who would throw up. It was a silent challenge.
"We're almost there, Veronica. Prepare the station."
A woman's voice said: "On it, sir!"
They had reached an icy lake thousands of miles deep, across, and a few patches of moss.
"Get ready!" The captain yelled. He seemed to yell a lot, lately.
The team held on to their seats. The real adventure had just begun.