Disclaimer: RG don't own da Beast Wars or any of da Beast Warriors. She owns herself, her brother, mom owns the house, she own da plot and da craziness. Danks.

RG: (Sweatdrops) Never let Rattrap do your disclaimer, 'kay? Just...don't...anyways, enjoy!

As we walked/bicycled down my street, I saw lights coming from one of the houses up ahead and then smiled. Someone had Christmas lights up and I knew I was going to show them to, not only the Beast Warriors, but to my little brother, who was at a friend's house for the night. However, as I got closer, I saw that it wasn't someone else's house that had the lights, but mine. I groaned and then parked my bike in the yard before unloading the packages. "C'mon, Dinobot…" I muttered, sighing and shaking my head.

Dinobot smirked as he followed me inside, carrying the gifts I couldn't that I had bought for the others. Don't worry; I had made sure I was carrying his. The raptor then decided to make a smart aft comment, "At least now we know what they were whispering about and you didn't have to go taking away their food to find out." He said, smirking, as he shut the door behind him.

I locked the door and then turned around. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. In my living room, there was a huge Christmas tree that was decorated beautifully and over my roaring fireplace, my brother's and mine stockings were hanging. The room was decorated in other ways, but those things were the things I noticed right off hand. Once I had put down my packages under the tree and Dinobot his, I noticed that SilverBolt was missing, along with every other Transformer. However, I should have said conscious Transformer because Primal was conked out on the couch and Waspinator was tied up in a corner of the room, optics off.

I sighed and then looked over Dinobot with a look that said 'help?' After that, I told him to find the others and, as he left, I walked over to Waspinator and started to untie him. Once that was done, I tapped his cheek. "Come on, Waspy…get up…wake up…Dammit, Waspy, what'd they do to you?" I asked, trying to wake him up.

Turns out, the wasp was only asleep. He opened his optics and then looked up at me. His big, blue bug optics went even bigger as they widened. Waspinator gulped and I swear he went pale. "Rampaging Girl!" He yelped, "Er…Wazzpinator can explain…?" He offered up at me.

I sighed and smiled, rolling my eyes. I stood up and helped the bug to his feet. I put my hand on his shoulder, "Waspy, for some really odd reason, I don't think I wanna know." I said, shaking my head from side to side.

"You may want to reconsider that, girl." Dinobot's voice growled as he, and every other Beast Warrior except for BlackArachnia and SilverBolt, entered the living room. The raptor looked at me and grinned, "It's a good story."

"Oh boy…" I muttered as I sat down on my beanbag. I looked up and noticed that Inferno had his flamethrower, it was probably him who lit the fireplace, and was holding close. He apparently loved that thing. I raised an eyebrow, but decided it was better for what little sanity I had left not to ask. I simply sighed and then rubbed my forehead, "Alright, who's going to tell me?" Silence. "Are you going to volunteer or shall I be forced to get out my squirt bottle?" I asked, folding my arms.

Everyone snickered, but shut up when I shot them a look. Cheetor sighed and stepped forwards, "Well, after you left, we all got together, believe it or not, and decided to make over your place for Christmas. Before you ask, yes we know that you wouldn't let us that's why we knocked Primal out with sleeping pills and tied Waspinator up because, since you weren't going to let us, we knew that they weren't going to let us. Anyways, after that was done, we went out into your shed and found your Christmas stuff. After putting it together, we found Inferno's flamethrower and let him light the fireplace. Then we put the lights outside."

I nodded, listening closely. It then hit me. They hadn't told me where SilverBolt or BlackArachnia were. "Okay…so you knocked Primal out, tied Waspy up, re did my house for Christmas…that only leaves me with one question. Where's SilverBolt and BA? Are they okay?" I asked, looking at them.

Everyone except Rattrap, who was grinning, and Scorponock, who had a blank look on his face, cleared their throats and looked away. QuickStrike cursed and muttered something under his breath. I knew it had something to do with the two going on a date. The scorpion shrugged, "Well, we decided that the best way to keep SilverBolt away was to let him and the widow go into a room and-"

"NYAH!" I yelled, covering my ears, "TMI! Too much info! WAAAAY too much info!!" I then shuddered, "Ugh! All ya had to say was that BA was giving 'Bolt some company!"

Rattrap then grinned, "As for yer second question, kiddo, I'd have ta say, oh yeah." He said, looking at me and laughing.

I made a face. "Yer disgusting, Rattrap." I groaned, putting my hands around my face and shaking my head. "Right…anyways…Dinobot and I snapped some gifts and it only took…three hours…huh. Whoo…lot of shopping…" I muttered. I did not like to shop, but shopping for gifts was fun, "It's late guys. Time to go to bed." I then stood up and pointed my squirt bottle into the air, "Ready…set…go find a place to sleep!" I sprayed some water into the air and then sat down.

As soon as I did that, the rat race for a place to sleep began. I sat back and watched, smirking. Megatron got the blow up mattress I left on the floor, Rattrap and Cheetor got the two smallest couches while Dinobot got the second biggest one since Primal had the biggest of the four couches. Scorponock got the top of my brother's bunk bed while Depth Charge got the bottom bunk since my brother wouldn't need it that night. Rampage transformed into beast mode and scurried under the Christmas tree so he was in the darkest part of the shadow. However, on top of his head was a halo ornament. I grinned. That was funny. Inferno curled up next to the fireplace and, holding his flamethrower close, fell asleep almost instantly. Rhinox shot upstairs and took my bed (damn him) and also locked the door so I couldn't even get in. Tarantulas transformed into beast mode and scurried into the sports room. Waspinator also transformed into beast mode and buzzed off to find somewhere to sleep. QuickStrike, who was already in beast mode, scurried under dining room table and smiled.

I sighed. Well, since my room was taken, I might as well sleep in the sports room. Only Tarantulas was gonna be sleeping in there tonight, so I wouldn't wake that many people up if I mumbled or snored in my sleep. I grabbed my beanbag and drug it into the sports room. After laying it down on the ground, I changed into my pajamas: an Optimus Prime teeshirt that went down to my knees and a pair of socks. Once that was done, I grabbed a ton of blankets and pillows and made me a pallet on the floor. I then scrambled into the middle of the tons of covers and snuggled into the newly found warmth. Before I closed my eyes, I saw Tarantulas sleeping in the corner of the ceiling in a handmade hammock. "Warm…" I mumbled as my cats climbed onto my back, ready to go to sleep. Next thing I knew, I was fast asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to feeling three VERY heavy things on my back. Turning my head, I saw the cutest site in the world. My two cats were curled up on my back and, in the middle of them, was Waspinator, who was snoring. His snores sounded like quiet little buzzes. Jack and Mocha, my non-psycho and female cat, had their tails wrapped around the tiny wasp and were purring quite loudly.

I struggled to keep from laughing as I tried to climb out from the tons of covers without waking either of my cats or Waspinator. I failed. Jack hissed, shooting up, and jumped off my back. Waspinator yawned and fell off my back, onto the ground, but stayed asleep. I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. I laughed and sat up, which is when Mocha finally fell off. I put Waspinator on my beanbag and covered him. Mocha then promptly crawled onto the wasp and curled up before falling asleep again.

Once I had stood up, I snickered at the sight and started to take pictures of all of the sleeping Beast Warriors. It would make good memory pictures, if not good blackmail. Tarantulas had left his hammock and was probably off working somewhere, so I didn't get a shot of him, but I did get a good picture of Rampage and Depth Charge, who had migrated to the living room, sleeping under the Christmas tree in beast mode with each other. Depth Charge's tail was around Rampage, who's antennae was in front of his mouth so each time he breathed, it blew up and down. Megatron was sleeping on the mattress, sprawled out, and his rex hand had its own pillow and was covered up as well.

I laughed and then headed into the kitchen to begin making my Christmas Eve dinner. I also started to make breakfast for the Beast Warriors because, even though it was Rampage's turn to cook and I hate cooking, I was already in there and decided what the hay. That and Rampage's cooking even made Rattrap sick. Now that's saying something. I had just put the microwave bacon into said appliance when the door opened.

I looked up and saw Tarantulas entering, okay more like sneaking, into the kitchen. He looked up, we locked gazes and then his optics widened. The mech turned and went to bolt for it, but my hand clamped down tightly on his shoulder. "Hold up!" I growled as the microwave beeped, saying the bacon was ready. Ever since Tarantulas blew up my toaster for the twentieth time, the spider had been banned from all contact with my kitchen except to eat and on special occasions. "What in the name of the great Chef Boyardee are you doing in my kitchen at this hour?!" I barked. Okay, it was only seven, but none of the Beast Warriors were ever up at seven. EVER. The earliest they had ever been up was at nine. Don't ask me why they sleep late, (yes, that's late for me) I don't know.

Tarantulas eeped. It was obvious he was scared of my right then. He had a reason to be. I had my wooden spoon in my other hand and one hand clamped down tightly on his shoulder. The spider swallowed, hiding something behind his back and looked at me. He gulped and started to back away, but I wacked him with my spoon on his head and then he stopped. He laughed nervously, "Just-Just working on a project…yeah! That's it…" He nodded.

I gave him a deadpanned look. Did he really believe that I believed that? …Yeah…actually thought that I believed that. Just how stupid did he think I was? There was no way in hell I believe that. "Yeah. Right. Hand it over." I said, holding out my hand. "Whatever it is, I want it in my hand in the next five seconds or you shall not get any breakfast or Christmas Eve dinner, hear me?" When I didn't get an answer, I added, "And my brother's going to make most of it."

Tarantulas's optics brightened. He, and a few others, were big fans of my brother's cooking. Okay, I'll admit it. So am I. The spider swallowed as the smells coming from the oven greeted his nose. He then shoved whatever it was into my hands. "There! Do I still get breakfast and…Christmas Eve dinner?" He asked, hope in his optics.

I sighed. Okay, that tone of voice he was using…I had only heard it on Waspinator and my little brother. And I could not resist it. The spider had obviously figured it out. I nodded, "Sure. You can still have breakfast and dinner. However, if I find out that you've been experimenting on live animals, I shall personally make sure you eat nothing except Rampage's cooking each and every time you come over to my house, got it?"

Tarantulas eeped. Oh who was I kidding? I knew he had been experimenting on live animals, but now maybe he would stop. No one, not even Rattrap as I've said before, could stomach Rampage's cooking. I think he makes it horrible on purpose so he can see us suffer…damn him. The spider nodded furiously and then, transforming into beast mode, scurried out of the room faster than I could blink. I looked at what he had put in mind hand and saw it was a tiny, white baby mouse. I cooed over it for a minute and then put it in a cage. It'd be a good pet. I then sighed and, shaking my head, went back to cooking.

However, that was soon interrupted again when the phone rang. I growled and answered it, putting it on speaker as I cooked cheese grits and sweet potatoes at the same time. "Yello. Ed's house of insanity, Ed speaking." I said. Don't ask. Just…don't. It has something to do with telemarketers and getting called every five seconds.

"Hey, Ed!" My mom's voice laughed. Something was wrong…she sounded too cheery. "I thought this was Mary's House of Waffles and Overalls?"

I laughed, "Sorry. That's who we were last week. We like to change our name and business every week." I smiled, but then sighed. "So…how much longer are you going to be this time? A day…a week?"

I could practically hear my mom's smile fall. She sighed as well as I put a ham into the oven. "A whole two weeks, Al. Sorry…but business is booming…and, well, they need us here. You two CAN take care of yourselves, right?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah…I can take care of us…" And a few extra Beast Warriors too…

"I'm really, really sorry, hon." My mom said again, "Is John there? Is he awake? Can I speak to him?"

Before I had a chance to tell her that John was over at his friend's house, said little brother walked into the kitchen with an exhausted Terrorsaur following him and carrying his bags. The boy's eyes lit up and he took the cordless phone, walking out of the kitchen as Terrorsaur threw his bags away and plopped down at the kitchen's bar. I looked at Terrorsaur and sighed, "Hey, Terrorsaur. How'd it go? Tired? Hungry?"

Terrorsaur looked up at me. He yawned, "Your brother wouldn't let me recharge all night so I only got two hours of fraggin' sleep and his friend's mother didn't know I was there so I didn't get lunch, dinner or breakfast so of course I'm hungry!" He snapped the last part at me.

"Snip. Y." I muttered, rolling my eyes. I shook my head and handed the flyer a plate of eggs, grits and bacon I had just finished making. "Here, Terror. Bacon, eggs and cheese grits. Sorry there's no toast, but, uh, Tarantulas kinda blew it up…again…it seems to enjoy screwing up my kitchen, you know?"

Terrorsaur dug into the grits as if that breakfast was his last meal and then looked at me. "What? Again? What is this the…twenty-ninth time he's screwed it up?" He asked and then took a bite out of the bacon. "Does he enjoy it or something?"

"Thirtieth." I corrected, slipping a bacon strip off the napkin I had in the microwave. "He's blew up my toaster thirty time so far." I poured myself a glass of milk and then gave Terrorsaur a glass of orange juice. As he drank a few swallows, I nodded, "And I think he does, Terrorsaur. I really think he does."

"…Hey…isn't it Rampage's turn to make breakfast?" The dino flyer asked, looking up at me as he nibbled his last bacon strip, "Why are you cooking?"

"Would you rather eat Rampage's cooking or mine?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yours!" Terrorsaur said quickly before diving into his fried eggs. Er, they were actually scrambled eggs, but they were supposed to be fried…told you I couldn't cook! But I try my hardest, anyways. After a bit of silence, the door opened and a very sleepy looking Megatron walked in. Both he and his rex hand yawned. "Hello, Megatron." Terrorsaur commented.

"Heyas, Megs!" I said happily. I got his plate ready, "Boy, you don't look like you're a morning person…" I commented, putting his plate and glass of milk down in front of him. I then put another, smaller plate down for his rex hand. Don't ask. That thing can EAT!

Megatron merely mumbled something and dug into his food. He looked up at me after a minute and mumbled where I could barely hear him. "Wait…this food is edible…yesss…isn't it Rampage's turn to cook?" He raised an optic ridge.

"Oh for the lova…!" I threw my hands into the air and then got out Rampage's hotdogs, "Do you WANT me to heat you up his food so you and your…hand can enjoy it?" I asked, looking at them. "Because, Primus above as my witness, I will!"

That shut the rex up. Without another word, he dug into his food and munched on it, looking up at me nervously from time to time until I finally put away the hotdogs. Megatron let out a sigh and then looked over at Terrorsaur, "I take it the boy's back since you're here? Or did you have enough and decided to come home without him?"

"Ha-ha, Megatron." Terrorsaur snarled, finishing up his eggs, "Yes, John's back. He's upstairs talking to his mother, I believe." He then stood up and walked over to me. The mech looked around and, when Megatron wasn't looking, said quietly, "Er…John said I could help make Christmas Eve dinner…is that okay?"

"Of course, Terror!" I beamed, "After all, I'm only cooking my things and then John's gonna cook his!" I added in a whispering voice, "You can help him out then, okay? I'll call you when he starts cooking."

Terrorsaur smiled. He, for some damned reason or another, enjoyed cooking with my brother. Maybe because he knew he could trick my brother into making treats for him when he wanted to. Who knows? The flyer nodded and ran out of the room.

I looked at Megatron, who was looking at us with a weird look in his optics. "What was that all about?" He asked as his rex hand finished his plate. "What were you two whispering about?"

I took his plate away once he had finished and sighed, "Oh, Terrorsaur just wanted to know something. That's all, Megs." I said, shrugging. I then started to wash the dishes, but a yell interrupted me. Megatron and I glanced at each other and then ran out into the living room.

"X!" Depth Charge snarled, aiming his gun (wait, how'd he get that back?!) at Rampage and the crabbot was aiming his cannon (Damn him) at Depth Charge. The two had obviously noticed their sleeping arrangements and then shot up in disgust, knocking the Christmas tree over into the fireplace, which had been turned off, thank God.

"Fish face…" Rampage growled. He went to fire his gun, but was sprayed in the face by a squirt bottle. He dropped the cannon and turned around to glare at who had squirted him. His first stop was me, but because I didn't have it, I jumped into Megatron's arms and winced.

"It wasn't me. I swear it!" I said from Megatron's arms. "Really, Rampage!!"

Rampage huffed, "Too much fear from you for you to have it…" He growled. His gaze then went to the stairs, where SilverBolt and BlackArachnia were standing. SilverBolt had his arm around the spider's shoulders and the widow had my squirt bottle pointed at the two. "You!" He snarled.

BlackArachnia squirted at the two. "Stop all this fighting! Remember the promise we all made? No fighting while we're here!" She said, narrowing her optics, "Now give Alex the blasted weapons and fix the tree we all worked hard on to put up!"

Rampage and Depth Charge started to say something, but were squirted again. They kicked their weapons over to me and, snarling and glaring at each other, started to fix the tree. I sighed and jumped out of Megatron's arms. I picked up the weapons and started to get Inferno to hand over his flamethrower, but the ant had seen it coming and had ran away. I growled loudly and then walked into my room to hide the weapons, but ran into the locked door. "OW! Fraggit!" I cursed, "Oh fer bootin' up cold! Rhi, open the blasted door!" I yelled.

Rhinox opened the door. He appeared to be very sleepy. Apparently, he had been up all night working and hadn't gotten much sleep. I felt sorry for the guy, so I told him I was only going to be a minute to hide the other's weapons. Once that was done, I grabbed my extra squirt bottle and coat and then told Rhinox to get back to bed, which he did so happily. I wince upon hearing my bed groan. That wasn't good. However, I decided to ignore it and I locked the door behind me, leaving my room.

Once that was done, I came downstairs to find everything was back to normal, but Inferno was still missing. Probably hiding from me in the shed outback. Oh well. I then looked over and saw Dinobot was halfway hanging off his couch, snoring lightly. He was hugging a pillow with one arm and the other, the one that was hanging, had a teddy it in. I snickered and saw Rattrap taking pictures of the site. As I shook my head, thinking how much trouble Rattrap would get in for that, I saw my brother, who had his chef's hat on, and Terrorsaur run into the kitchen. I grinned. Time for the real cooking to begin.

I sighed and then walked outside. There, I saw Cheetor, who was in beast mode, playing with my psycho cat. They were wrestling and chasing a yarn ball. I struggled to keep from laughing as I watched. Sometimes they were a pain, but in the end, I enjoyed having the beast warriors over at my house. Thing wouldn't be the same without them. As I leaned against a tree, I spotted Waspinator and Mocha sleeping under a tree together. My cat was on his lap and Waspinator was petting her in his sleep. I smiled softly and then sighed, shaking my head.

It was just then, my mom's puppy, Frannie, came bounding outside. She let out a tiny woof and, right behind her, came SilverBolt. The mech had a ball in his beast mode's mouth and was chasing the tiny puppy. Frannie then turned around and dog glomped SilverBolt. She nibbled on his ear and wagged her tail so fast it looked like a blur. SilverBolt laughed and rolled over so he was on top of the pup. He dropped the ball and let Frannie grab it before running after her and chasing her to get it.

I laughed out loud and so did another female voice. BlackArachnia walked over to me and smiled at me before going back to watching her boyfriend play with my puppy. She sighed and then shook her head, "Ah, they're only young for a while, but some mechs never grow mature." She said, smiling at me. "Just look at Bowser. He still enjoys playing ball with your puppy." She then chuckled a bit, "He's a big sparkling at heart."

"Yeah…he is, isn't he, BA?" I asked, smiling, as I watched the mech and Frannie wrestle. "But, he's a good guy, you know that. You can't deny it."

"No, I can't." BlackArachnia smiled, "But that's what I love about Bowser boy." She said, looking at the two. She then noticed Cheetor and Jack. The she spider chuckled, "Talk about being a sparkling at heart. Cheetor seems to be enjoying playing with your cat."

I laughed. "Yeah, he does, don't he? Ah well. Let 'im have fun while he can. After all, he may grow up quicker that you expect." I said, sighing. I didn't like how, in the show, Cheetor went from kitten to adult in, like, a couple episodes. He was a cute kid. Even I was more mature than him, but that's beyond the point. I looked over and saw that a bird had landed on Waspinator's head and was pecking it. I grinned and giggled, showing BlackArachnia.

The she spider snickered and then went back to watching the others. I sighed and, knowing that she could handle watching them for a bit, went inside to see how bad the Beast Warriors had wrecked my home while I was gone. Surprisingly, not bad. I mean, a picture had fallen here and there, but other than that, there was nothing wrong. I knew something was up. I made my way into the sports room and saw that Rattrap and Dinobot were running around the room with everyone watching them. I plopped down next to Scorponock and asked, "Do I even wanna know?"

The scorpion chuckled as Rattrap dodged a swipe from Dinobot, "Dinobot caught the rat taking pictures of him and this fiasco began." He explained, "Get 'im, Dinobot!" He grinned, cheering for his old teammate.

I smiled and, against my better judgment, took a side. "You heard him, Dinobot! Get 'im!" I cheered, raising my fist, "Come on, DB! You can do it!"

Rattrap yelped as he dodged a swipe from Dinobot. The rat transformed into beast mode and scurried under my locked door, finally getting away from the pissed raptor. We all winced when Dinobot, unable to stop, ran into the door and then fell on his aft. "Ow." Tarantulas, Scorponock, Rampage and myself commented. We snickered when Dinobot shot glares at all of us.

I sighed and stood up, deciding that I should do something before a fight broke out. "Come on, guys. Follow me." I said, walking out of the room. Everyone followed, but some of the Warriors broke off and went into another room as I entered John's room. "Alright guys, you have two TVs and four game systems. Go nuts!" I said, moving out of the way so the Warriors could make their way into the room."

As I left, I heard Inferno and Scorponock playing a racing game (Inferno yelling "Crash and BUUURN!") and Rampage and Depth Charge were playing a wrestling game. I laughed, shaking my head, and then peeked into the sports room. There, I saw Tarantulas watching a fix it show while Dinobot pushed me out of the way and headed out from. I sighed and then walked into the dining room, trying to avoid the messy kitchen, and saw Primal, Rhinox and QuickStrike playing a game of poker. I decided not to ask. I then headed out front and saw Dinobot training with his sword. Of course.

I sat down on the swinging bench that was under the porch and sighed, swinging it slightly. Great. Another year without my mom or dad at home for Christmas. Perfect. Another year without them home at New Years as well. I sighed and buried my face in my hands. I shook them. "Perfect. My brother and I alone again…just how we want to spend Christmas…no parents…just us…we're supposed to spend Christmas with our family, but…they're not here…this is gonna be the worst Christmas ever…"

All of a sudden, the bench groaned and I slid into, none other than, Megatron. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. We sat there for a minute, staring at each other, and then I blinked. "…Did you hear that?" I asked, looking up at him. Oh dear. I was going to get yelled at for whining. I know. He had yelled at me before, but had to stop because I had my squirt bottle. Yet here I was with no squirt bottle. Oh dear…again…

Megatron looked at me, red optics soft. Yes, you heard me right. SOFT. Yeah, I know. I couldn't believe it myself. Still can't. He sighed, "Yesss…I did…" He looked at me. "…I know how you feel…" He said softly. He swallowed and then looked down.

I blinked. Of course. I mean, egomaniac tyrants have to had parents at least once in their lives, right? So maybe he had had an experience like my brother and I were having. I swallowed. "You do? …That's…weird…" I said, looking at him. "…So what did you do?"

"Nothing I could do. My parents were never around because of business they had to take care of, like your parents…I was an only sparkling…I was always alone…at least you have your brother…" Megatron said, looking at the ground. He sighed.

It was then I realized what I had said. My eyes widened, "Oh, Megatron! I didn't mean it like that…it wasn't…I mean…you guys can't screw Christmas up anymore? Oops! I didn't mean it that way, either!" I sighed and hit my forehead. "DAMN! I gotta keep my mouth shut…"

Megatron chuckled warmly. He shook his head and then sighed, "I understand." He said, sitting back. "I know what you meant, young one." The rex looked over and noticed that Dinobot had stopped staring and was in a position where, if Megatron attacked me, he could easily defend me. He decided to ignore the raptor and continue to speak. "But…from all that slag you talk, you act as if we're your…family."

I blinked. Wait. Did the leader of the evil Predacons just say that all of us were some sort of weird, demented and twisted…family? …I think he did. Hmph. Weird. I smiled up at him. "You know…I think you're right…"

"Thank…" Megatron trailed off. He growled, "Hold on. I was only saying what you've said. There's no way in the pit I believe that slag! Primal and I are enemies…we're in no way family, human!" He spat at me, glaring. His rex head nodded furiously.

"Whatever you say, Megatron." I said, standing up. As I went to enter my house, I saw a thoughtful look pass over Megatron's face. I really, truly think that he, if only for a moment, considered all of us family. Or maybe it was just a trick of the light…

RG: Hope ya enjoyed. Anyways, I hope I didn't put Megs TOO Out Of Character at the end. I was trying to make him somewhat caring, but also keep him in character. For those of you who reviewed, tankies:D Also, if you want a cake, I suggest trying to guess who's presents are who's...do it...now!

Rattrap: Idiot. Ya read now review. NOW!

RG: RATTRAP!! (chases the rat)