Harold left the house the following morning, leaving a small note on the bed saying he was going Christmas shopping. He grabbed the car keys off the counter and did a half jog to the car. Upon starting it up, he turned on the radio before proceeding to drive to the wal-mart that was just outside the neighborhood. Even for early in the morning, the traffic was horrible, he barely got out of the neighborhood only to have to stop immediately in front of a car. In the midst of boredom, he randomly started singing along with the radio.

"If you like my body...and you think I'm sexy, come on baby let me know," He was barely audible at first but as the traffic started moving, he became a good bit louder...

"I'm to sexy for my shirt! to sexy for my shirt! So sexy it hurts!" He was practically screaming as he finally turned into the parking lot and caught a space just before someone else. He took his keys out of the ignition and got out of the car to see the person he stole the spot from flipping him off.

"F*ck you, you parking-space-stealing mother f*cker!"

He sighed. "The holidays, sure makes people crazy...," he muttered.

Harold walked into the heated story from the below-freezing weather. He let out a sigh of relief and began walking around. He saw the women's clothing section and thought it might be nice to get her a sweater for the cold nights ahead. He quickly decided against it, however. If he got her something to big...she'd think she needed to lose weight. If he got her something to small, she'd think she needs to lose weight. If he got her the right size, she'd think it was obvious and therefore think she'd need to loose weight. and Harold thought she was perfect. But if he couldn't find anything else-she was probably a small....He glanced around the rest of the store looking for something that would impress him or at least...inspire him.

"Oh! They're having a sale on scented candles!" And due to his sometimes failing attention span, he suddenly forgot about getting Leshawna a gift....

Meanwhile, Leshawna was just waking up. She rolled over to see Harold, but instead-found a note in his place. It was hastily written and told of him going on his Christmas shopping adventure.

"I hope he can get through the traffic without going insane...or worse, singing along to loudly when a stupid song comes on..." She muttered to herself before getting out of bed and getting dressed. She grabbed her laptop and her phone and sat down on the couch. "Time to get this party rolling..." She opened Google(c) and typed in a name. Upon finding the phone number (because...yes, this is possible), she began dialing.

"Hello?" The voice on the other side said.

"Hi, is this Gwen?" Leshawna asked.

Harold looked at the scents of each candle, smiling at the assortment. There was peppermint, winter breeze, gingerbread, and so many more. He smiled and picked up one to look at the price on the bottom. However, it slipped from his hand and slowly fell to the ground. The rest was like sow motion. He let out a small cry of "No!" and employ came over and sent him a small glare.

"I've worked too hard to deal with things like this," The employe, with a name tag saying 'Greg' muttered under his breath. He got a broom and said; "Sir, maybe you should leave...after of course, you pay for this." Harold pulled out a five and handed it over to Greg. Then with all his might, Greg hurled Harold out of the store.

Harold flew all the way across the oversized parking lot and landed onto a pack of snow.

"Pfffffffft!" went Harold as he spit out the snow from his mouth and shook the excess snow off of his head.

"How old am I, three?" Harold asked himself in disgust. Harold sighed.

"How could have I been so, immature, how could I have been so stupid?"

"I'll guess I'll have to get Leshawna a gift from another store." He said to himself as he walked to wards his car.

Meanwhile, Leshawna had finished calling everybody and was ready to buy stuff for the party. So, she went into the other car, and headed off to Fortino's. At the supermarket, Leshawna had bought two giant turkeys, five bottles of wine, eight boxes of turtles chocolates, three apple pies, potatoes, onions, garlic bread, and many other things.

Then, she thought: "What would Harold like???" a light bulb then magically appeared above her head as she sped off to Best Buy…

Harold was (literally) banging his head upon the steering wheel, tooting the car horn each time causing a lot of noise. Then, he thought of the perfect place to get Leshawna the perfect gift…

AN: where will Harold go? And What will Leshawna get for Harold? Find out on the next and final chapter!