Warning! Too much Christmas fluffiness!

Hello, my faithful readers and Merry Christmas! I wrote this present for all of you and also a song version of it that goes with the Jingle Bells rhythm, which was already posted a week ago. 9K words! Phew! Give me some sugar, people! Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful characters of Home. I wish I did. Hope you enjoy it!

PS: The Gorg dialogue goes in italics, to represent their strange language since there is no actual grammar for it.

Jingle All The Way:

Christmas was simply the best time of the year. It was full of joy, laughter, love and lots and lots of presents. It was that time of the year that even the grumpiest person would smile. Christmas was like that. It was magical and full of miracles and wonders that can only be seen in this season. So, this being the Boov's first time celebrating Christmas, made it extra special. Tip had to make it special. She had to. It was Oh's first Christmas and she was going to make sure he had the best Christmas ever. It had to be perfect.

Oh was very excited about this Christmas thing going on with the humans. It made them all joyful and happy and everybody was expecting this Santa human who shall bring presents to all humans on Earth. He had asked Tip if this Santa human would bring presents to the Boov as well. She said yes, and therefore, Oh could not wait for Christmas.

Upon giving the final touches to the Christmas tree (bubble shaped ornaments, thank you), Oh and Tip went to the kitchen where Lucy was baking her infamous gingerbread. The smell was so intoxicating that Oh turned into a deep orange as he smelled the air. "What is it that Mrs. Tucci is cooking?"

Lucy smiled at Oh. "I'm just baking gingerbread."

Tip laughed. "Just gingerbread? Mom, I'm sure that if you baked thousands of slices, you will stop a raging alien war."

Oh gasped. "Is that the possible? Is it really the good?"

Tip laughed again. "I don't think it would stop a war, but mom's gingerbread is the best!"

"Joys! I cannot wait to do the trying!"

"They're not ready yet. But why don't you guys go and get ready? I'm pretty sure our guests will be arriving within half an hour." Lucci said as she adjusted the time in the oven.

With that said, Oh and Tip went to their respective rooms to get ready, Oh's room being slightly smaller due to his size. The party will be semiformal, but he still wanted to look his best… for certain… humansgirl.

OOO

The guests, as Lucy said, started to arrive one by one in exactly half an hour. The first to ever arrive was Kyle and few (badly wrapped) presents tucked under his arms. He obviously wanted to get rid of them so the first thing he did was to take them under the tree and leave them there. "I tried my best." He said to Lucy. Lucy was dressed in a plain but elegant white dress that reached down to her knees and high heels.

"I know. Don't worry about it. It's the intention that matters." She said and smirked. "Still up to that bet?"

Kyle smirked back. "Definitely."

"Do you think he'll tell her tonight?"

"I don't think so. He'll do it, but not tonight."

"Yeah, sure."

"How are you so sure about that?"

"Woman's intuition."

She talked with Kyle for a few minutes before Oh finally came out of his room. He was dressed in a black vest with silver linings and silver bubble shaped pocket. Kyle whistled. Oh turned a little pink.

"Trying to impress someone?" He asked in a teasing tone while Lucy laughed.

"No?" He turned a little green.

"Sure, sure…" Lucy said.

"Poomp." He cursed.

Oh was suddenly blinded by bright shades of red and glitter. Tip stepped into the room in a red and shiny knee long dress and black shoes. Her hair was tied up in a curly bun and a radiant smile brighten up her features. 'Don't you EVEN turn pink, Oh!' He thought. He had gotten pretty good at hiding that certain emotion. Only for a few seconds longer…

"Looking good, sweetie!" Lucy said as she went to Tip. "Just one hair out of place…"

"Mom, stop it." Tip said as she stepped away from her mom. "I have curly hair, I think it will go wild once the party starts." She took one look at Oh. "Nice outfit, Oh!"

Oh blushed a little. "Th-thanking you. You do not look the bad yourself, Tip."

As Tip turned away to help her mother prepare some entrées, Kyle smirked at his friend. Oh frowned and gave him a friendly punch. "When are you going to do the telling to her?"

"I'm- I'm not the sure…"

"You should soon." Kyle was just pushing so Oh will get all nervous and not tell Tip tonight. He knew him that much. He really wanted to win that bet. But then again, Oh was brave, something that almost no Boov has ever been. He might tell her. He mentally slapped himself. He really shouldn't have pushed.

Pig jumped over Oh's head and started to purr. Even the catspeople agreed with Kyle. Momentarily hating you catspeople. Soon, a few Boov and humans started to arrive. Not many of them though, because Oh had invited a 'few' friends from outer space that might fill the rest of the room. Soon, it was seven o'clock. Where was their DJ? Tip had to put in some music from her phone until their DJ arrived. Why was Smek always late?

Meanwhile…

Walking in the cold freezing night with just a scarf, a good looking vest that resembled a tux (with long sleeves and everything) a small Christmas present and his music equipment was not the way he imagined he would be tonight. He couldn't believe how low he had fallen. From captain of the Boov, to DJ (which wasn't so bad), to a ride-less Boov. His bubble pod exploded. Today was not his day.

Just a few minutes ago…

Smek was flying his bubble pod through the windy skies. Suddenly, a flock of birds with really pointy beaks passed by and slammed right into the bubble pod. The bubble exploded and Smek fell into a fresh pile of snow. Thankfully not in the near garbage can.

Back to the present…

Smek sighed. It was chilly outside and Tip's house was still too far away for him to walk. He looked up and saw a sign that said…

"Sub-the-way?" He asked to himself. He pondered on this for a few minutes. Was it the restaurant or the strange transportation device that transported humans from one place to another? He was really hoping for the latter. He waited a few moments and a giant metallic worm stopped by.

He was saved! Kind of. He was pretty sure Oh will give him a piece of his mind for being late. And it wouldn't matter if they were father and son when Oh was angry. To think that just two days ago, they were at each other's throats before knowing what actually united them.

Back at the party, most of the guests were getting bored, so Lucy was handing out homemade biscuits while Tip and Oh were giving away drinks. Oh looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already past eight, where was Smek? Or his outer space friends?

"Oh?" Kyle asked.

"Yes, friend Kyle?" Oh snapped out of his worrying state and was replaced by his usual joyful self.

"Where's Smek? I thought he was bringing the music thingies for the dancing."

"It's the truth. But I have not heard or seen the likes of him since yesterday." Oh said. "Do you think he's alright?"

Kyle scuffed. "If I'm the honest, I think he is doing the so called 'hitting' on another Boov. Or humanspeople females. He's like that."

Oh gasped at the accusation. "How can you say that?"

Kyle glared. "I do not do the caring if Smek is your father, he has done a lot of things that could put the Chimaeras to shame. And those guys are the biggest flirters of the galaxy."

Oh shivered at the mention of the Chimaeras. They once tried to conquer their planet. It bit them right on the butt. Literary. "You are the right, but are you forgetting he is your uncle too?"

Kyle slapped his forehead and groaned. He really wanted to forget about that one. He was tied to him by blood. But he was glad he was Oh's cousin.

OOO

He hated trains. He officially, absolutely hated trains. Smek hated trains. He hated them! If he was still captain, he would have had them erased as soon as they were discovered. They were crowded, filthy and he wouldn't start on the several dirty armpits he saw. Eww. There were all kinds of humanspeople. Most were either on their phones or sleeping while they arrived at their destination. It was better for him. Nobody will notice him. But he was literary squashed between two old, like, really old ladies. And one of them was literary hitting on him. He knew he was deviously handsome, but COME ON!

"So, are you from around here, sweetheart?" She was obviously losing her eyesight or she was really into aliens.

"No, I'm not." He was trying to be kind and not shush her with his headphones. Why this human elder had to hit on him? He wasn't that old… was he? He was pretty he didn't had any wrinkles…

"You sound like you're from the south. Am I right?"

"Yeah, sure, sure…" He would send her to the south if she didn't shut up!

"I like your mustache." She said. "Reminds me of my dead husband. What's your name, darling?"

Smek had to think about that one. He really didn't want to give his name away. First, it was really known and some humans still despised him. And secondly, he didn't want this old lady to find him. He was sure she knew what Boov colors meant, so he said: "Steve. Steve Martin." He said as he turned green.

"Lovely name!"

He really wanted to shush her, but he was trying to be on his best behavior. Now that he thought about it, there were no Boov on this train to witness him. He smirked. So, why not?

Thankfully, for the old lady, the train arrived at her destination and she and her friend stepped out of the train. But as soon as the new passengers stepped in, he started to miss the old lady. The new passengers made him miss her.

It was the invasion of the cutest, most deadly things that could exist in the whole universe and beyond.

Baby Gorgs.

OOO

Oh couldn't. He just couldn't. Tip was right over there. He could ask her to dance and he just couldn't. Where was Smek when he needed love advice? Wait-scratch that- Smek was a terrible love advisor! He had secretly courted a Chimaera in his captain days for Mars' sake! How did Oh knew that? Well, that was a story for another day. He didn't care if Smek was his midad, he was terrible. He knew that the older Boov will only give him love advice mostly to see him suffer in hilarious shame and Oh wondered why he would want it anyway. Sure, they were now family, but sometimes bad blood like that wouldn't change in just two days of knowing.

There it goes.

Oh gathered up his courage and walked towards Tip. Her dazzling Christmas beauty was enough to leave him hypnotized. And a little pink.

"Hello, Gratuity Tucci." He said.

Tip smiled at him. "Hey, Oh!"

"I was wondering-" Suddenly, Tip grabbed his arm and ran to the kitchen.

Tip grabbed a basket that was holding freshly baked gingerbread and gave him a piece. "You got to try this! I told you mom's gingerbread was the best! Try it!" Oh took the offered piece and put it on his mouth.

His. Mind. Was. BLOWN.

"Cheers!" He started jumping up and down in excitement. "This is the most delicious human desert I have ever done the tasting! Yum!"

Tip laughed. "See? I told you so!" She gave a basket to Oh. "Help me give those to the guests. By the way, where's Smek?" She asked.

It seemed that was the most popular question today. Oh sighed. "I have not the knowing. I am starting to get the worried. He is never this late, even if he is always a little of the late. Besides his ego, he is well mattered and responsible. Some of the times."

Tip arched an eyebrow. Oh gulped. "Ok, never." He admitted. "But he's never late for parties."

Tip seemed to think about it. "Do you think something happened to him?"

Oh gasped, turning a little yellow at the thought. "What if you're right!?"

Tip shrugged. "Nah, I don't think so. He's Smek, after all. Danger seems to follow him everywhere he goes and nothing happens to him. But you never know. He's probably hitting on some poor girl."

Oh looked at her. "Do you all think that? Kyle said the same."

Tip laughed. "Maybe we all do. Want to know why? Because Smek looks to be that kind of guy."

"But, wouldn't that be the judge of the looking?"

"Judging by the looks." Tip corrected.

"That's what I said."

"Maybe you're right, Oh. But even though you're right on defending him in that aspect, he has done things that make us believe otherwise. Until he proves himself, we'll still think the same."

Oh sighed. "You're right, I guess."

"What about your 'space' friends?"

"Yes, they send me the a message, they will be a little late due to some difficulties."

Tip started to walk away when she remembered something. "Can you bring me that soda bottle too, please? Thank you."

Oh smiled and walked to the counter to retrieve the soda bottle. Once he had it in his hand, he remembered something very, very important. He forgot to ask Tip to dance with him. Angry at himself he slammed the soda bottle into his head while turning into a deep shade of red.

"Poomp." He cursed.

OOO

Don't look at him. Don't…

Poomp. He just glanced at him.

"Hello." The Gorg Commander said in his language. Smek jumped and screamed in fright. The Gorg sighed. Even out of his armor, this Boov seemed to be always afraid of him. He had long forgiven him for taking his children away. But he still thought this guy was a coward. Then again, he wondered if he had ever given the guy a heart attack. He probably had. He was pretty damn angry at the time.

Smek had other opinions on the Gorg. The Gorg Commander might have resulted to be a starfish that had too many babies to count behind a really scary looking custom, but he still had- wait. The Gorg had a reason to hate him.

He had stolen his children.

But why was he being so friendly? Smek risked a hesitant look at the starfish. He seemed happy and friendly and… where those bags under his eyes? He looked really tired. "H-hello." Smek hesitantly said. The Gorg sat beside him. Smek moved an inch away and hoped that the Gorg didn't start a conversation with him.

"Are you going to Oh's party?"

He was wrong. "Yes?"

"Us too!"

Smek's eyes went wide. "Wait, you along with, how many children do you have?"

"Two thousand and one. I had to make the same amount of beanies for them." All the babies were wearing small red beanies.

Smek was suddenly thankful he had never had more children than just Oh. "You are all going?"

The Gorg nodded as one of the babies climbed up to his head. "Oh told me you were the DJ. Why are you not there yet?"

Smek sighed. "Some ugly flying thingies exploded my bubble pod." He mumbled as he crossed his arms in a childish matter. The Gorg started to count down his children. "Birds, you mean." He said as he counted up to five hundred babies and so on.

"Yeah, those things." Smek looked at the Gorg. He wasn't that bad. "Why are you riding the metallic worm when you have a spaceship?"

The Gorg sighed. "The kids wanted to use human transportation."

Smek arched an eyebrow. "You could have said no. You are the higher Gorg. Besides, this place breaks several laws on maintenance."

The Gorg rolled his eyes. "I know. But they are two thousand and one kids against me. I can't argue with it." He started to whimper. "The job of a parent is killing me…" He started to cry. "It's too stressful!" He looked at Smek with watery eyes. "Do you know what is like to raise too many babies at once!? Do you!?"

"No?" He said. In fact, he never had the chance to properly raise JLo (Oh). He had just discovered their blood relationship.

"Exactly! I'm just one adult and two thousand and one babies!" The Gorg kept on crying for a few more minutes. Smek was not sure if he should comfort the stressed starfish or just simply ignore him. He preferred the latter. At the end, he just settled for an awkward pat on the back. Finally, the Gorg decided he had enough and dried his tears. "But…" He smiled at Smek. "They are worth it. Every single one of them." He looked at the babies, who were oblivious to what their father had just gone through. "It's true that it is stressing most of the time and that sometimes you simply just want to give up. But then you look back at the good times and all you have been through with them. They are my family and I love them. When you are a parent, you do anything for your children. Even risking your life and tearing the universe apart just to find them, to keep them close and never let go." The Gorg lifted a baby up to his face and started to make funny faces, making the baby laugh in delight.

Smek looked at the Gorg with a small amount of new found admiration. He really wished he was that brave or that he had done something for JLo, or Oh as he preferred to be called. He suddenly wished he had gotten him a better gift. All he had for a gift was…

"Besides, it's Christmas. How could I deny them their wish?"

Smek smiled. "Hey, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For taking your family away."

The Gorg smiled. "I already forgave you."

Smek sighed. Wait. Where was his DJ equipment? He did not had to look for it that long. A couple of baby Gorgs had it. And they destroyed it! One baby in particular turned its head around to look at Smek and gave him an evil smirk. So that was the little bugger that destroyed his stuff! The Gorg Commander winced. "I'll pay for it later." The Gorg looked at the baby that Smek was glaring to. "That's Georgia. She's a little… complicated. One of the youngest." He said as he watched the baby go and started to poke one of her brothers.

"Well, that little bugger owns me…" Smek said.

The Gorg rolled his eyes. "I said I'll pay for it."

"I hope she's not the one who's to become Commander someday."

The Gorg groaned. "Believe me, she won't. If that ever happens, please, I give you permission to kidnap me and send me to a faraway planet. I don't want to see what kind of madness she will bring upon our race. Or others. She's worth a hundred babies' trouble."

"That bad?"

"Not bad. She's a good kid. She just thinks that pranking everybody into thinking that she was dead it's hilarious. I had to read bedtime stories to all of them that night just to calm them down. Two thousand bedtime stories..."

"Wait, isn't she a baby? How can she know how to do a prank of the likes?"

"Some Gorgs develop a faster and sharper mind than others when they are young. I only have about a dozen of those thankfully. Otherwise, I'll probably die of a heart attack." He gulped. "Or if Georgia doesn't kill me first with her pranks."

"Have you chosen a successor?"

The Gorg shrugged. "They're too young, I can't pick one yet. But if I had to pick now, I'll probably pick Greg."

"Greg?"

The Gorg pointed at said baby. The baby was sitting quietly in a corner watching over his brothers and sisters while fixing his mini red beanie. "He's the oldest and one of the twelve I told you about. He demonstrated good leadership skills in a fight."

"Fight!?" Smek asked in shock.

The Gorg smiled. "Pillow fight." Smek arched an eyebrow in question. The Gorg dismissed him. "Oh showed them what a pillow fight was. Something that humans apparently do for fun. I almost had to ban them because Georgia put rocks in one of them thinking that the game needed to be roughed up. Captain Oh went home with a bruise on the head."

Smek sighed. He couldn't believe how the starfish could deal with so many babies. Mostly with that troublemaking little bugger, Georgia. At least he had his headphones. The Gorg were not so bad after all. As on cue, the train came to a stop. Their stop. There were humans waiting outside in the station to get in. As the doors opened, instead of having busy humans trying to get a good space in the train cart, they got a stampede of baby Gorgs in mini red beanies.

OOO

Kyle was in love. Since her lips had touched his, he had been in love. And her name was…

…gingerbread.

It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted! He didn't care about anything else, he just wanted more gingerbread. She was absolutely beautiful. Divide. Perfect.

"So there I was, looking at the Gorg ship eye to eye. It was frightening." He looked at the gingerbread on his plate. "Yes, my dear. But I survived. It was the most tragic experience of my life." He said as he turned pink.

Kyle, of course, was unaware that Oh was watching him. And Oh preferred it stayed like that. So with a few quiet steps backwards, he exited the kitchen and went into the living room, where the party was being held. He took a look at the Christmas tree. It was beautifully adorned with bubble shaped ornaments and at the top, instead of a star, was a small replica of Slushious. All presents brought by the guests were laying under the tree. A small, almost insignificant one was laying on the far corner.

For: Midad
From: JLo (Oh)

Oh was really looking forward to give it to him. But now, he was starting to think that maybe Smek just didn't want to come and that was really disappointing. He should have expected it. No one changes their personality over the night. He hadn't noticed that he had turned blue.

"Oh? Are you alright?" Lucy said as she walked towards the Boov and placed a comforting hand over his shoulder. Oh looked up at her. "I… It doesn't matter really."

Lucy looked at him with sympathy. "I'm sure Smek will come by. He's probably held up by something."

Oh looked down. "I'm not the sure. The party will be over soon and he has not arrived yet. I don't think he'll arrive."

Lucy smiled at him. "Hey, if Smek promised you, his son, that he will be here, no matter what, he'll be here."

Oh looked up at Lucy. "How do you know?"

"He accepted you when you guys discovered your blood relationship, even though he could have just ignored you. It takes courage to do something like that. He'll come. It doesn't matter if he arrives at the last minute, but he'll be here."

Oh smiled and turned a bright orange. "Thanking you, Lucy Tucci."

OOO

"What do you mean you don't have more of this 'taxis' for the night!? You know what? Forget it!" Smek hung up the public human communication device (public phone) as he turned to look at the Gorg commander. "We need another method of transportation." He still couldn't believe he was tagging along with the Gorg. At least, the gift he had for Oh was small enough to fit in his pocket, so the babies (especially Georgia) couldn't touch it.

The Gorg seemed to think about it as he tried to get one of his babies out of a trash can while trying to warm up other two in his other hand. "Don't humans rent transportation devices?"

"How do you know that?"

The Gorg signaled at a gas station with a big sign that said: RENT A CAR, ANY CAR!

"Perfect!" Smek ran towards the station and the Gorg behind him. As he entered, he came across a slushies machine (which some of the babies were hypnotized with) and finally found an employ. He walked towards the counter and signaled the employ. "Hey, down here!" The employ, a man who had nothing better to do, leaned over the counter and looked down at Smek.

"Hello, human! I will like a human transportation device, if you please." Smek asked nicely. "A moving machine that can hold up to two thousand and one baby Gorgs and two adults, if you do the pleasing."

The clerk groaned. "I'm sorry, Mr. Boov. We do not rent cars to aliens."

Smek gasped. "Aliens!? That is very offensive. No wonder we decided to invade you."

The man shrugged. "Sorry, but I can't still give you a car."

Smek glared as he turned a little red. He was going to be at that party whether this human liked or not. "Listen, you humansperson." He said with a dangerous voice. "It's been a long of a day and I really want to go home. I don't want to disappoint my son more than I have already. I have one stressed out single parent of two thousand and one baby Gorgs, so I need a transportation device so I and my castaways can arrive to a party that I promised my son to go and if you don't give me that device right now, I'll break a few Boovian rules and erase you!"

The man looked at the Boov with a bored look. "And how do you plan on doing that, sir?"

Smek deadpanned as he pulled out a Boovian gun (Like the one Kyle uses) out of his pocket. "I will use this dangerous thingy. Now, just give me what you humanspeople call a car."

The man sighed in absolute boredom. He grabbed a key with a car number and gave it to Smek. "There you go, sir. It's a $100 bucks-"

But the Boov was gone.

The man sighed. "I keep forgetting that aliens don't have an economic system. I'm soooooooo fired…"

Smek lead the Gorg out of the store to where the cars were parked, the babies following close behind in a line. At the end of said line, a tiny baby Gorg, the tiniest of them all, carried a 64oz 'Bust-a-Lime' slushy with two straws. How could he carry such thing, the world may never know. Smek started to look for the car's number. It didn't took long before they finally found their car and it left Smek wondering if a yellow hippie van was big enough to store all of them.

"Alright, you start putting in the babies, I'll see if this thingy is in good conditions." He got up in the driver's seat and started the car. He was satisfied to hear the motor was up and about. He looked behind him to see that almost all the babies were on the back seats. The Gorg commander was closing the back doors and went to the passenger seat with Smek. "They are all the secure?"

The Gorg nodded as he put on the seat belt.

"Good. Because I do not do the knowing of riding a humanspeople vehicle."

The Gorg gulped.

OOO

"Gifts time!" Lucy shouted. Everybody started to surround the Christmas tree. All except Oh. In all the excitement, he sneaked away into the balcony where he could be left alone and think. Smek never arrived, he couldn't gather the courage to tell Tip how much he cared for her, The Gorg never arrived (though he wouldn't blame the poor starfish with so many kids) and Kyle was in love with the gingerbread. It was his first Christmas and he was alone. All he wanted for Christmas was to have everyone together. Also, he wished that he had the courage to tell Tip.

But none of those things happened. He turned into a dark shade of blue and he leaned against the balcony. It was very cold outside and snow was starting to fall. Oh extended a hand and a snowflake fell on it. He took a good look at it before it melted. He sighed. Maybe everybody else was right. Maybe Smek was just a-

*honk!* *honk!*

Oh looked down at the street and saw an old yellow hippie van that was so full of baby Gorgs, it looked like it was about to explode. The van seemed to lose control and crashed into a pole. Oh winced. He hoped the babies were alright. The back doors to the van opened and a stampede of baby Gorgs got out of the van. The passenger's door opened and the Gorg commander got out to yell at Georgia, who was biting her brother's hand. Yeah, Oh knew Georgia. He had once the dis-pleasure to meet her. He got a nasty blow on the head that day… he was hit with a pillow full of rocks. You can imagine the headache he got after that. But wait- if the Gorg was not driving the yellow van, then who…

Smek!

Smek got out of the van with a really pale color on his face and two baby Gorgs dangling off his horns. He was here! He really came! He was late, sure, but he was here! And with the Gorg! Oh smiled as he saw the Gorgs and Smek enter the building. The joys! He turned into a deep orange and went back inside to tell everybody.

OOO

Smek was never, EVER driving one of those blasted things again. This incident just proved him again that Boov were superior in technological stuff than humans. Or Gorgs. That van surely needed work.

"Why the green face?" The Gorg asked as he opened the building doors for everyone to get in. The two baby Gorgs dangling from Smek's horns jumped off to join their siblings.

"I think I'm sick…" He whispered. With that said, Smek ran to the nearest bush and…

"Ew!" The Baby Gorgs said in union. Georgia cheered.

It was NOT a pretty sight.

OOO

"Lucy! Tip!" Oh said as he approached them. "Smek is here! Along with the Gorgs!"

Tip looked at her friend. "Smek!? With the Gorg!? I don't believe it."

"I just saw them crashing a human's yellow van of the hippie vehicle into a post."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who was driving?" Lucy asked.

"Smek. He did looked a little sick, though."

The doorbell ringed and everybody looked at the door. Smek was here? Oh ran to open the door. A stampede of baby Gorgs came in and started to trash the place. Oh didn't worry, he was prepared for it so he had removed any furniture or things that could be destroyed by the hand of the Gorgs. On the entrance stood Smek, who was supporting his body over the Gorg Commander's shoulders. "I am not driving a human's vehicle again…" He curled his fist and put it across his mouth to prevent anything else from going out of his body while his face turned into a pale green.

The Gorg helped him stand up better and both aliens walked into the now crowded apartment. The poor Boov sat down on the sofa while the Gorg tried to pull Georgia out of a stocking full of candy.

Oh approached Smek along with Kyle, Tip and Lucy. "Are you the ok?" Oh asked.

Smek wanted to glare at Oh, but he was too tired to do it. "Do I look the ok?" He sighed. "Whoever cleans the building will have fun tomorrow morning with those bushes." He said as he surrounded his stomach area with his arms.

They all suddenly took a step back. They did NOT needed to know that. Smek gave them a tired glare. At least he had arrived. Lucy stepped forward with a glass of water and gave it to Smek who thanked her. "How did you ended up riding a van with the Gorg?" Lucy asked.

Smek stopped drinking and sighed. "You know the ugly flying things that fly around in the sky?"

"Birds, you mean." Tip said.

"Yeah, those monsters. I was flying here in my bubble pod when suddenly those things came flying past by and explode it with the pointy things in their mouths. I ended up taking the sub-the-way-"

"It's subway."

"That's what I said. You wouldn't believe how dirty that place is!" He would leave out the part about the old lady, thank you very much. "Then at the stop, the humans got out and then the Gorgs came in. We solved out differences, the babies destroyed my DJ instruments…" He glared at Georgia when he said it. Georgia, however just stuck out her tongue at him and went back to her scavenging hunt inside a female human's purse. Smek decided to ignore her. "…then there was a small stampede of baby Gorgs as we exited the sub-the-way, we walked for twenty minutes, I tried to call the yellow taxi things, but they weren't working. Then we went to rent the humans vehicle…" Smek decided to leave out the part where he threated the store man with the gun. "… a baby stole a 64oz slushy…" He glanced at said baby, who was happily drinking the wonderful cold beverage. If he could recall well, the baby's name was Georgie. "…and then we came here."

Everybody stared in shock. Smek glanced at them. "It's been a long night."

"Oh says he saw you crashing the van into a post. What happened?" Lucy asked.

Smek looked at her and finished the rest of his water. "Do you really want to know?"

(Flashback)

Smek drove slowly and with precaution. He smiled at the Gorg beside him. "Hey, this is not so bad…"

Georgia seemed to think otherwise. She peeked over Smek's shoulder to see what he was doing. She saw the wheel-thingy and smirked. That looked like fun! She wanted to try too! With a quick glance to her father, who was currently trying to get one of her brothers out of the cup holder. After making sure he was not watching, she made a quick jump and landed on the wheel thingy. Smek gasped in shock and accidentally let go of the wheel. Georgia squealed with joy and with her feet, she stood on the top of the wheel and started to run in one the direction. The van went into said direction. This was interesting. She ran into the other direction and the van went into that direction. She did the same thing over and over again.

The babies on the back were moved with the van. To the right, to the left. "WEEEE!" They screamed in joy with their hands in the air.

But the adults…

"I don't want to die! I have too many babies to take care of!" The Commander said.

Both adults hugged each other and screamed while the babies on the back enjoyed the ride of their lives. To the left, to the right. The van suddenly passed through a hole on the road, making the babies jump in the air. Georgia accidentally hit the radio's buttons.

(Song: Crazy Youngsters by Ester Dean)

Everything seemed to pass by very slowly. The babies were floating in the air, the adults scared faces where priceless and Georgia attracted the attention of a police patrol. She loved this! The police patrol started to chase them, but Georgia knew just how to get away from them. She might be still a baby, but she could outsmart a simple patrol.

She made a left turn and all the babies slammed into the right side of the van. She passed by a really popular restaurant among the police officers.

Krispy Kreme.

The policemen looked at each other, tempted to rather eat a donut than chasing down a rouge hippie van. "Should we let them go and get a donut instead?"

The other answered. "Yeah, sure. It's Christmas after all. Let's go and get those donuts." They made a turn for the auto-service.

Georgia threw a tiny fist in the air in victory and squealed. Finally out of their shock, the Commander grabbed the baby and Smek grabbed the uncontrolled wheel. He tried to hold it still, but when he tried to slam the breaks… they wouldn't work. He screamed, the Gorg screamed and the babies cheered with their hands in the air like they just didn't care!

"Watch out!" The Gorg yelled.

Smek tried to move the van left to right so it could at least slow down. He did it for a few more minutes until he crashed into the post in front of the Tucci's apartment building.

(End of Flashback)

Everybody stared in shock as Smek finished the story. Smek rolled his eyes. "In my defense, I blame that little bugger." He pointed at Georgia, who was climbing the Christmas tree.

Wait- WHAT!?

The little baby reached the top of the tree and grabbed a bubble ornament. The Gorg commander stared in horror.

"GEORGIA GORG! GET DOWN FROM THERE!" He yelled. The little Gorg shook her head and stuck out her tongue towards her father. The Gorg growled. The rest of the babies stayed back, they had never seen their father this mad and it was scary. Georgie, the baby with the slushy was, of course, oblivious to what was happening and kept on drinking the delicious drink over the dining table.

"I had enough of your pranks to last me for a couple of life times, missy! I said. GET DOWN! NOW!"

The baby threw the bubble ornament away, landing on Oh's head. He screamed in pain and annoyance. "Why do you must always hit me in the head!?" He turned a little red. "First the pillow of rocks and now the ornaments! What is the next? Slushious!?"

True to Boov's word, the baby grabbed the Slushious replica that took place on the top of the tree and threw it at Oh's head, knocking him out cold.

"OH!" Tip shouted as she kneeled down and tried to get the fallen Boov to wake up. The Boov regained some consciousness for a minute. He looked at Tip and said: "I love you…" And he passed out again. Smek stared in shock and Tip blinked.

"…what?" Tip blushed.

Lucy grinned at Kyle. "Pay time…" She told him. He groaned and pulled out a brand new Boov pad from his pocket and gave it to Lucy. Lucy cheered at her new pad. Now she didn't had to worry about paying for a phone or an I-pad. She got a better thing for free!

Another ornament was thrown by Georgia and landed on the head on a random defenseless Boov. She grabbed another and hit her father on the head, the next one was avoided by Smek and the other almost hit Lucy. It was a total chaos!

On one building's roof across the street…

Jack Frost looked at the scene in the apartment with his binoculars. He turned to North (Santa Claus). "North? Are you going in?"

North looked at Jack in shock. "Are you crazy? I am not going in there!"

"Is it because of the aliens? You know I can take care of it."

"No, is not that. It's the madness I will face and I rather go back to the North Pole in one piece!"

Back to the apartment…

Greg, the oldest baby Gorg, tried to get the adults attention, but it was no use. Time to put his leadership instincts to the test. He turned to his fellow Gorg and got their attention with a whistle. The babies looked at their oldest brother. Greg signaled at Georgia, who was currently throwing an ornament at Kyle, and made a signal for climbing. The babies nodded. Greg selected a few babies to join him and then looked at his younger brother, Georgie, who had finished the big slushy. He asked for the empty cup, which Georgie gladly gave him now that he was full. The tiny baby gave a long satisfied sigh and rested his small body over the table.

Greg adjusted his red beanie and gave a signal. The selected babies went over to the tree and formed a latter uniting their feet and hands. Greg climbed the starfish latter with the giant cup at hand. Once he reached the top and touched Georgia's shoulder. When the troublemaking baby turned around to see who was interrupting her fun, she was thrown inside the slushy cup and Greg put the top over it, to prevent the baby from getting out. He gave a squeal of victory along his numerous brothers and sisters. The adults sighed in relieve now that Georgia was finally captured. Greg climbed down the starfish latter and walked to his father, who was wincing at a rather nasty bruise on the top of his head. Greg put the cup on the floor and gave his father with a proud smile. The Grog nodded at him. Georgia, however, was not enjoying the moment. She hated 'Bust-a-lime' flavor. The Gorg picked the cup and took a look inside to see a rather grumpy Georgia with her arms crossed. The Gorg glared at his daughter, who decided to avoid her father's gaze.

"You are in trouble."

The baby nodded as she licked some slushy off her hand. Suddenly, 'Bust-a-lime' flavor wasn't as bad as confronting her father. The Gorg excused himself with the other guests as he went out of the apartment to have a discussion with certain baby.

After the commission was finally over, Lucy and Kyle started to clean the mess the baby did with the help of a few other baby Gorgs and the guests. Tip and Smek stayed with the still unconscious Oh just in case he woke up.

Smek cleared his throat. "So, your name is Gratuity Tucci?"

"Yeah, it is." Tip said. She was still weary of the older Boov. It didn't matter all the things he did tonight just to get here, he had to do better than that to convince her. "But my friends call me Tip."

"Alright." Smek didn't, and wouldn't, dare to call her Tip. He knew he wasn't her friend and probably would never be. But maybe apologizing (which was truly out of character for him) would work something out. "I… I am the sorry."

Tip looked at Smek. "For what?"

Smek sighed. "For taking over your planet, for taking away your mimom, for taking away your home, for almost erasing you and JLo- I mean- Oh… For everything."

Tip looked at the blue Boov for a minute, trying to decide if she should forgive him or not. "I won't forgive you, yet. Because all the things you did are almost unforgivable. I am willing to forgive you. Just, not yet." She said. "Prove yourself to Oh first and if you turn out to be a great father, I might forgive you then." Then she glared. "But I'm warning you, harm him in any way, I'll connect my fist to your face!" She threated.

Smek nodded, turning back to his purple color. That was enough for him. There was a groan and Oh slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed the spot where the Slushious replica hit him. He looked around and smiled at Smek and Tip. "Hello. Ouchy…"

"Hey, Oh! How are you feeling?" Tip asked. He blushed a little as she remembered what he told her. She kept telling herself he was being delirious.

Oh slowly sat down. "I having the ache of the head." He looked around. "What happened?"

Smek crossed his arms. "That little bugger, Georgia, threw a Slushious replica to your head and you passed out."

Oh shook his head. "Not that. While I was the out, did I said anything bad?"

Tip and Smek looked at each other. "Um…?" They said.

Tip answered. "Nothing, Oh. Just some random stuff…"

"Oh, very well." He got up.

After cleaning up the disaster, fixing up the tree (what was left of it) and grounding Georgia in the isolation corner, it was FINALLY gift time. Except, of course, most of the guests had exchanged their gifts a little too soon, said their goodbyes and left, not wanting to get caught up in a another round of madness. The ones left were the Tuccis (obviously, it's their house), Oh, Smek, Kyle, Pig and the Gorg and his babies. Some babies had decided that Pig was a good pillow and three little babies were resting over the cat's back. Pig didn't mind, though.

Kyle was given a new vest, Lucy got a new set of make-up thanks to Tip and Lucy gave her a box full of… make-up? Both mother and daughter laughed at the coincidence and hugged.

After exchanging gifts, Tip took Kyle and her mother to the kitchen to discuss certain bet. The Gorg had decided to take a well-deserved nap… over the dining table along with several other baby Gorgs. Some babies were sleeping under the Christmas tree, some slept on plant pots, under the couch, over the TV, inside a punch bowl, others were sleeping in the kitchen sink and the Slushy Baby, Georgie, was found by Tip inside an empty Doritos bag with his face covered in cheese and a content grin. Georgia, however, was not asleep.

Her father had reprimanded her and now she was sitting alone in a corner. She had tried to reason with him, but apparently making everyone believe you were dead, biting your brother's hand, taking control of a van, getting in a car chase, checking out a random lady's purse, almost giving Smek a heart attack, knocking Captain Oh out cold, between other things, was bad behavior. That was just fun to her! She still couldn't get it and now her father and all her brothers and sisters were mad at her. She buried her face on her arms. She really messed up big tonight.

She suddenly felt two arms surround her body and pick her up. She looked up and saw her dad's tired smile. He sat down and put Georgia in his lap and gave her a hug. "You might be a troublemaking baby and yes, you are still grounded, but I love you very much, Georgia. Never forget that." He said.

Georgia smiled and yawed. She placed her head on his chest and said her very first word. "Daddy…" And she felt asleep. The Gorg smiled at the sleeping baby. They grow up so fast…

Smek and Oh were left alone on the couch. Formerly rivals, sometimes the atmosphere got a little too intense. The silent between was very awkward and neither had dared to say anything until Oh spoke. "So… Georgia got on your nerves too?" He asked.

Smek nodded dramatically. "You have NO idea. She almost gave me the attack of the heart! When she took the wheel thingy from me, I thought I was a goner!"

"I know! I once visited the Gorg to arrange a few of the things and I teaches the babies how to pillow fight, but Georgia decided that putting rocks in one pillow and hit me with it was better."

They both laughed for a few more minutes before Smek asked. "Are you courting Gratuity?"

"SHH!" Oh shushed. "Not so loud…" He blushed. "I try to…" He admitted.

"Good. Because when you were hit by the ornament, you were very delirious and you told her you loved her and-"

"WHAT!?" The Boov turned yellow.

Smek nodded while trying to hide a grin. "Relax. I will not say a word."

Oh sighed. That was embarrassing. He put the subject aside, for now, and talked about something else. "Right! I almost did the forgetting of your present!"

Smek arched an eyebrow in surprise. "Present?"

Oh pulled out a small box with yellow wrapping and a red bow. Smek looked at the box and then at Oh, whose face was full of excitement and joy. His blue eyes reflated the same courageous spirit his mother once had. Smek smiled and took the present. He unwrapped the box and his eyes widened when he saw the contents. "Is this…"

Oh nodded. "An I-Pod!"

Smek took out the piece of human technology and inspected it closely. He turned into a deep orange color. "Exactly what I wanted! Now I can hear music wherever I go!" Then he looked at Oh. "How did you know? Just two days ago we were at each other's throats."

Oh chuckled. "I just had to make inventory of what music playing thingies you owned. I figured the rest."

Smek smiled at the younger Boov. "I got you something too." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the present. It was an envelope with Christmas designs all over it. "It's a little simple, but I think you'll like it."

Oh took the envelope and opened it with an excited look. He took out what was inside and gasped. He took a better look at the piece of paper. "Is that…?" He couldn't believe it.

He was holding a picture of his mother. His mimom!

Smek smiled. "Yes, that's her."

Oh took in all the details. Blue eyes, more centered and focused than Oh's. Light purple skin, smaller than the average Boov, but not by much. A dark blue vest with dark pink linings, a screwdriver and other small Boovish tools sticking out of her pocket and working googles at the top of her head. She posed in the picture with her arms crossed over her chest and kneeling her body on who it looked to be Smek, just slightly younger and his arm was surrounding her shoulders. It looked like they were in some kind of workshop. "How… How did you get this?"

Smek scratched the back of his head. "I had it with me this whole time. Boov don't exactly take pictures as a custom, but she had once gotten her hands on what humans call a 'polaroid camera' thingy. I never knew how she did. My brother took the picture."

"You mean the one that was eaten by a carnivorous unicorn?"

Smek winced. "Yeah, that one."

Oh smiled as he looked back at the picture. "What was her name?"

"It was Gizmo. She had another name, but she hated it and changed it to Gizmo." He chuckled. "I used to make fun of her because of it." Then he turned serious. "But stopped when she threated to give me another black eye…"

Oh smiled. Now he had a piece of his mother with him. He turned into a deep orange and hugged Smek. "Best gift ever." He said.

Smek was still unsure if he could get used to the sudden gestures of appreciation that Oh was famous to give. He hugged him anyways. He wondered how much he had to wait for the next Christmas…

Thank you for reading, everybody! This took a lot of effort and more chapters are on their way including Georgia, Greg and the Slushy Baby, Georgie! Also, I want to thank North (Santa Claus) and Jack Frost from the movies Rise of the Guardians for their especial appearance. But for now…

I'll just take a break. Phew! Review!