Okay, I should be working on All I Want for Christmas is you, BUT I'm getting on a plane to Busch Gardens soon, so I can write than on the plane. For now, I'm writing more for this story! (I really wanted to. XD!) This was an EXTREMELY early update, due to my lack of internet regularity over this weekend! Well, you all seemed excited, so I made the update early! (I know you asked for an early update, puprpledolpin05!) Well, now for reviews!

Guest: Thanks! XD! Totally should. Well, that's an interesting favorite! XD! You're right on all accounts! Thanks for the review!

TeamTLKandBaltoCrew: That sure was! XD! I wanted a famous brand name, but I didn't know of any good, expensive ones, so I thought to just slip in a reference! Jordan: HA! Now I have a golf cart at my will! EAT MY DUST! I know! Poor them. XD! Yeah, in the movie it wasn't actually that much, but the characters were supposed to be young children. (The price was 75.00 dollars at a twelve year old standard, so maybe a thousand dollars at a teenager's standard.) I know, I feel the same way. XD! Poor Molly. Well, you are most certainly right about Folly, and we'll see if you're right about Jordan/Molly enemies. Not really Leo and Dez, though. I KNOW! I'm so happy to be off! Thanks for the review!

DragonEmperor999: Thanks! Glad you think so! Thanks for the review!

Purpledolpin05: I know, right!? Aww, I'm glad you like it so much! Thanks for the review!

PurpleNicole531: I know! Yes, it was! Agreed. Poor Molly. XD! Thanks for the review!

For anyone who didn't guess, the reference to Jessie was the Arturo Vitally skirt! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

No sooner than the kids had been caught, they were transported back to the UM room. Except, something was missing…

Namely, HUNDREDS OF RAMBUNCIOUS KIDS!

Fletcher looked around the room, in horror. The room was completely empty, with hundreds of packs of half-eaten food on the floor, and the Christmas movie playing as a sign that people had been in there. And the smell. It smelled like a garbage dump. At his feet, he saw something that shocked him.

The little, stuffed dog Charlie carried around everywhere. "Oh my gosh." He whispered, "Where's my sister?"

Suddenly, loud clapping was heard from the back of the room, causing all heads to turn. "Well, well, well." Said a man, sitting in a chair, shrouded in shadows. "Looks like somebody got caught."

"Must've taken him a long time to figure that out…" muttered Jordan.

"Where's my sister?!" yelled Fletcher, urgently, as the man approached. His nametag read 'Mr. Porter.'

"The same place all children go for Christmas." Said Mr. Porter, smugly. Everyone looked at him, with interest. "Somewhere nice." He clarified.

The police officers ushered the teens to stand in a straight, shoulder-to-shoulder line. "Where?!" demanded Fletcher.

"The cheerful, and festive Hoover International Lodge." Said Mr. Porter, an air of pride for the famous hotel. "Away from this small room." He looked Fletcher straight in the eyes. "Which now smells like a horse died in it."

"Oh, so we're going to the lodge?!" asked Leo, excitedly.

"I don't think you're understanding me." Said Mr. Porter, "…ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR JUICE-DRINKING LITTLE MIND?!"

Leo jumped back, and Dez grasped the kid, in fear.

"Watch it." Snapped Jordan, "I may be young, but I'm old enough to take you down."

Mr. Porter ignored this comment, and strode up and down the line of teens. "Have you seen the weather? The roads are blocked." He looked at Leo in a patronizing way. "Because of a little thing called a blizzard. That's when the sky opens up, and lots of snow falls, making it hard for people to do things. Like fly to Hawaii…" he muttered the last sentence.

"Who's going to Hawaii?" asked Fletcher.

"Not me." Said Mr. Porter, before looking away, a distant look on his face. "Not anymore." What would've been his first Christmas vacation was completely ruined, due to the lack of flights, and he was pent up with rage. The good news was there were five children in the room right now, whom he could take out his rage on.

"Oh no." said Fletcher. "You need to take me to my sister, she's gonna be freaked without me!"

"Oh, she's gonna be "freaked"?!" Mr. Porter yelled, sarcastically, waving his hands for emphasis. "You know, I think she's going to be stoked, to be away from her brother who abandoned her."

Leo tried to break up the tension. "So, if not the lodge, where are we staying?"

"What's wrong with this little room?" asked Mr. Porter, sarcastically.

Now Molly, who hadn't spoken the entire time, raised her voice. "It smells like a horse died in it." She said, quietly. Mr. Porter didn't look pleased of Molly using his own words against him. He played it off, though.

"Oh, I just thought this would be the type of room a bunch of juvenile delinquents would like to stay in." said Mr. Porter, ever sarcastically.

"Watch it, Doctor Evil." Snapped Jordan.

"Oh I'm sorry, did I offend you?" he asked, annoyed. "I just don't know what to call someone who commits breaking and entering, grand theft auto, and destruction of property, all in the course of ten minutes!"

"Someone cooler than you'll ever be." She snapped back.

"Oh!" yelled Mr. Porter, clapping his hand in mock amusement. "Spectacular! I didn't know we had Ellen DeGeneres in the house!"

Jordan gave an awkward smile, and rolled her eyes.

Mr. Porter continued his insults on the kids. "Or a boy who orders the heart-attack special and can't pay for it!" He scrutinized Fletcher, before walking over to Molly, who was standing next to Fletcher. He looked down his nose at her, and said, in disgust, "Or a girl who exfoliates herself all over the airport lounge." Molly blushed, and looked away.

Mr. Porter approached Dez. "And a boy, who turns the equipment room into his own, private, amusement park, and blames it on Tecton?!" (Forgot to add that.) Dez looked nervous. "Aren't you a little old to be playing with dolls?! What are you, thirty?!"

"Dez is seventeen." Cody interjected.

Mr. Porter's eyes widened. "My lord…"

He quickly walked away from Dez, until he'd approached Leo. "Leo Goldfinch." He snapped, "My most frequent, under-aged flier." He knelt down, so he was eye level to Leo. "Karaoke? Was it worth it?"

"I had a song in my heart." Said Leo, nervously. Mr. Porter continued to stare him down, until Leo broke down, covering his face. "Oh my gosh, I'm a juvy!"

"Uh-huh." Snapped Mr. Porter.

Mr. Porter continued pacing in front of the teens. "It is in my good sense to keep you here, all Christmas eve!"

"That isn't fair." Snapped Jordan.

"I think it is." Snapped Mr. Porter, before walking out. He called over his shoulder. "Cody, you're in charge of them. See to it they don't get out or you're fired."

Cody's mouth dropped open. "Well, guys…I gotta go." Cody ran out, in a panic, and locked the door.

"Looks like we're stuck here." Said Dez, sadly. "You'll keep me company, Tecton, won't you?"

"Eww." Molly said, looking at Dez, before quickly turning towards Leo, Jordan, and Fletcher. "This sucks."

"Oh poor baby." Snapped Jordan, sauntering over and getting in Molly's face. "I bet you have nice Christmas's, don't you, rich kid? Where do you go? Paris? London?...Fiji?"

Molly rolled her eyes. "Of course not, Fiji's a zoo this time of year. We go skiing in Utah."

Jordan scrutinized her, with disdain. "Are your folks still together?"

Molly shifted on her heels, uncomfortably. "…Yes…"

"Then I hate you." Snapped Jordan.

Molly looked away, an annoyed look in her eyes. "No different on this end…"

"Well, I love Christmas!" Leo jumped in, "And I'm Jewish!"

"Guys, we need to get to that lodge." Said Fletcher. There was a faraway-ness in his eyes, making them question if he'd been listening to them in the first place. "My sister is waiting there for me. If we don't show up, she won't get a gift, and she'll think Santa forgot her. And I cannot let that happen. Who's with me?"

"Uh, we're trapped here, doof." Snapped Jordan.

Fletcher smirked. "But I think I know of a way to get us out."

Cody came back, sweating through his shirt. "O-okay guys, looks like I'm in charge! Yay…" Clearly Cody wasn't used to being given his own authority. Perfect.

Fletcher, Molly, Jordan, Leo, and Dez were all given cots, and they were unfolding their sheets. Molly and Jordan were disgusted by the fact Mr. Porter was going to make them share rooms with the guys. At the same time, Molly would rather than then be alone in a room with Jordan.

"You know the plan?" whispered Fletcher.

"This is so lame, not gonna work." Snapped Jordan.

"This is so Junior High." Snapped Molly.

"I know, it's cool, isn't it?!" asked Leo, way too excited.

Cody pulled his phone out of his pocket, and saw he'd been paged to the front office. He turned towards the door.

As this was happening, the kids had walked to the side of the cot facing the door. Now, all at once, they simultaneously turned around, with a loud 'squeak' from their sneakers, and faced Cody. Cody jumped, and started walking slowly backwards towards the door.

"Okay guys, you good? Uh, I've got to go, just…stay here…" As he talked, the teens slowly walked towards him, making him pick up the pace.

"AHH!" he suddenly screamed, as he yanked the door open, and thrust himself through. Molly, Leo, Dez, and Jordan lunged to get to the door as it was closing, but to no prevail. The four ended up slamming their faces against the door.

They turned back to Fletcher, who they now realized hadn't moved. "Nice going, K-Mart, really thought that one through!" snapped Molly.

"Oh, that was only part of the plan…" said Fletcher, mysteriously.

Cody Van Bourke ran over to the information desk, ready to hear the message that came with being paged.

When he arrived, a very bored, very tired looking employee was watching the monitor. It was late at night, and this guy probably wanted to be asleep.

"So…I'm here!" said Cody, cheerfully. The man just gave him a look. Not many people under the control of Mr. Porter were very happy, but Cody was the unusual exception.

"Hey." The guy said, flatly. He continued staring at the monitors, while Cody stood there, awkwardly.

After about five minutes of standing in silence, the man looked up, and said in the same flat tone. "You know, it's been really cool hanging out, but…"

"I'm Cody Van Bourke!" Cody said, "You paged me!"

"Oh…" the man said, and looked through his computer files. "We got a message from a couple of kids that said…" he read from the computer, "'Goodbye.'"

Cody froze for a minute, wondering who might've paged him. Slowly, it all came into place, and Cody's mouth dropped open, as he raced back the way he came. "Oh no!" he yelled, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" He repeated this all the way back to the UM room.

Cody threw open the door, but the room was completely empty. "NO!"

He quickly raced out, gently hitting the door as he ran, to enable the door to shut on itself.

Right when Cody ran out, right before the door could completely close, a broom was held from above the door, and slid into the door crack, forcing the door not to close.

Laying side by side on the ledge above the door, was Fletcher, Molly, Jordan, Leo, and Dez, in order."

"You're right." Said Leo, "That was so junior high!"

"Well, come on!" yelled Jordan, "Let's get out of here, once and for all!"

Oh no, what are the UMs up to now!? XD! Well, you'll see! So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Questions of the chapter:

Do you think Charlie's okay? What do you think of Molly's nickname for Fletcher (K-Mart)? Who feels bad that Cody officially has been put in charge of them, and is most likely about to get fired?

TLK, you were right! XD! They ARE enemies! Okay, well, I'm off to Busch Gardens! See ya! I'll be back soon, hopefully.