They stood outside the barn, their breath exiting their mouths in misty clouds. Jake was still pacing up and down.

"Even though I can't believe any of this," He said. "We need a plan. Somehow we need to make 6 billion toys, break into billions of houses, and go around the world in one night."

He stopped pacing and looked at them. "Any suggestions?"

"We use elves." Donner said. He was lying on the grass, and eating some too. "We have about two thousand million of them."

(I see.) Ax said. (Each elf would have to make 8.219 toys daily to fill the quota of 6 billion toys.)

"Hey, wait!" Marco said. "What about the naughty-nice list? You know that about 99 of kids are on the naughty list."

"When I last checked, it was about 75 on the naughty list." Donner said.

"We have six days." Jake sighed. "We need a quarter billion toys per day."

(That is most likely impossible.) Ax said.

Marco got a thoughtful look on his face.

"And we can't even carry the toys." Rachel said. "What can carry 1.5 billion toys?"

"Santa's sleigh is magical." Donner said. Ax twitched his stalk eye.

"And we need to travel around the world in one night." Jake sighed. "How does Santa do that?"

"Magic." Donner said. Ax rolled all four of his eyes.

(And what happens to the presents that the parents bought?) Tobias demanded.

"I don't know." Donner shrugged. "You can ask Santa later. I think it has something to do with magic."

(Magic!) Ax sneered. (It does not exist!)

Donner struggled to his feet and staggered over to Ax. He jammed his face in Ax's. They looked oddly alike, An alien blue-furred, scorpion-tailed Andalite, and Santa's magical, sleigh-pulling reindeer. "Magic does too exist." He snapped.

(IT CANNOT!) Ax exploded. Everyone stepped back away from the usually calm Andalite. (It is illogical! You are a fraud! You are a trick! You. Do. Not. EXIST!)

Donner lowered his head and snorted, pawing the ground. Ax's tail blade twitched.

"Okay, that is enough." Jake said, bravely stepping between them. "Ax-man, Chill. Donner, lie back down. We don't have time for the Andalite-Reindeer Showdown. I need ideas people, right now."

Marco finally looked up. "I think I have a way."

Everyone gathered around Marco. Marco picked up a stick and started drawing in the dirt.

"Okay." Marco said seriously. "We need about 1.5 billion toys in six days. The only people I can think of who are fast enough are the Chee. There are about three thousand of them, so that would be-"

Marco looked up at Ax. (Approximately 0.0005 billion toys per Chee per day. Or 5.787037037037037037037037037035e-9 toys per second.) Ax said.

Everybody looked at Ax blankly. Marco shook his head and continued. "Okay. Now, we split up. There are six of us, so that's three teams. We each take half a billion toys, and hope reindeer can fly real fast."

"We fly at 60 mph." Donner said, lowering himself painfully to the ground. Tobias groaned.

"Who are we kidding?" Marco snorted. He threw down the stick. "We'll never do it."

(We will do it!) Ax said. (We have to!)

Everyone looked at Ax. "What made you change your mood?" Jake said.

Donner smirked, his eyes involuntarily closing. "He wants to prove… that you don't have to be magic… to be Santa. He doesn't want to be… disillusioned… of his… silly view… of the universe."

Ax looked away but didn't answer.

"Fine." Jake said, turning sadly away from Donner. "We'll try."