Okay, back to normal now. No more rhymes all the time...except for that. Seriously though, here is the final chapter. Enjoy . . .

Chapter Six: Crazy For Christmas

Sometime later in the afternoon of the next day, after Steve has successfully scared all of the cellmates in the police office's holding cell, someone finally visits Steve. He is there to bail him out. The man waits at the officer's desk as the cop goes to tell Steve.

The cop walks up to the cell and sees that all of the crooks in the cell are cowering in the corner because of Steve, who is in the other corner. "Hey, crazy."

Steve immediately turns around and responds. "Yes?"

"You're free to go. It's all been taken care of."

Steve runs up to the bars and pulls the cop's head onto the bars. He kisses it. "Thank you, delicous tasting forhead cop."

"Sure....but first he wants to talk to you." The cop pulls back and signals the man who bailed out Steve to come.

He is wearing red pants, with brown suspenders over his white shirt. His beard is white and long, and his head balding. He resembles that of Santa Claus. "Steven."

"Santa?! You bailed me out?" Steve reaches out to touch the man's bald head, but is out of reach.

The man in the red pants nods. "Yes, I bailed you out and told the police and the mall about you, you're lucky they're not pressing charges."

Steve looks up into the sky to shout. "It's a Christmas miracle!"

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Let's get you out of there." He backs up and lets the cop unlock the cell. Steve runs out and hugs the Santa man, and once he's done he places his hand on top of his head. "Still interested in bald people, I see."

"It's smooth...like baby's bottom." Steve squeaks a bit and rubs the man's head some more.

"That's enough." The man takes Steve's hand off of his head and starts to walk away.

Steve runs to him to follow. "Thanks for bailing me out again, Santa!"

"For the last time, I'm not Santa! I'm your Uncle Stanley!"

About an hour later, Steve returns to the Premiere Mall to resume his job and to return the suit which is now practically ruined with sweat and dirt.

As soon as he enters he is met by Helen's frowning face. "Crazy Steve!"

"Helen!" Steve shouts back as soon as he enters.

"You are late. And you did not do your job yesterday, rope lifting." Helen is still, remarkably, unaware that it was him in Josh's place. "Where were you?"

Steve blinks a bit. "I had to go pee-pee."

"Well, go whizz on your own time from now on, you got that?" Helen spots the suit in Steve's hands. "And what are you doing with the Santa suit?"

Steve looks down at the suit and then up at Helen. "Josh wanted me to give it to you. Merry Christmas." Steve pats Helen on the head and walks away to go to work.

A few minutes later, Drake and Josh walk in. Josh is still wearing the elf costume and Drake is wearing tattered clothes. "Drake!" Helen runs to him as soon as she sees that he is rather beaten up. "And Drake's brother, too I guess. Are you okay, Drake?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little beaten up because of some hobos, but I'm fine." Drake looks at Josh and begins to laugh. "Dude, I still can't not laugh at you. Why are you still wearing that?"

"I forgot my clothes when I changed out of the Santa suit for Steve, okay?" Practically in the clear for once, Josh manages to break his cover. "Let it go!"

Helen now puts two and two together and realizes that Josh wasn't there yesterday, but Steve. "Did you say 'for Steve'?"

"Yeah, I gave.....oh." Josh sees what he's done now. "Oh, no. I--I'm sorry, it was an emergency. Drake was in danger, he needed my help!"

Helen cheers up because of this. "Oh, you saved Drake? Well, I guess I can't be too angry. If anything happened to that pretty face, I do not know what I'd do. I'll let it go this time, Drake's brother." Helen starts to walk away, but spins around to say one more thing. "Oh, and wash that costume and bring it back tomorrow. I don't want your nerd-germs all over it."

"Yes, Helen." Josh looks at his feet for a few seconds.

Drake starts to laugh at Helen's comment. "Nerd-germs."

"Shut it!"

Upstairs, in the concession stand, Steve is now back to work and sniffing cups again. "I missed you. Did you miss me?" He starts to get offended. "No?! What's that supposed to mean?!" He tosses the cup to the ground. "I don't need you anyway, I've got Sally!"

A man approaches the counter and taps on it to get Steve's attention. "Excuse me. Can I get a refill?"

"Can't you see I am having an emotional attack?!" Steve picks up the cup and waves it in the man's face. "This cup hurt me! I have a personal life too!"

The man walks away, utterly confused and thirsty.

Steve tosses the cup away and turns to see a present on the counter. He picks it up and sniffs it. "I wonder who this is from? Probably Sally! She's so good to me." He turns it over and sees the card. From Stanley, To Steve. "Uncle Santa?" He opens up the card and reads it. 'To my favorite...well, only nephew. Even though you've been a naughty boy this year, I know you were trying to do good for the kids. This is for you. Love, S.C.' Steve opens it up and sees what is inside: a can of wood chipper polish. Apparently there is such a thing. "Thanks Santa! This is the best Christmas ever." A lady passes by and Steve holds out the polish. "Look what Santa got me." She starts to walk away. "Look at it! I said look at it!" Steve jumps over the counter and starts to chase the woman to show her the polish.

Outside the mall, in the sky, a figure flies in the sky. A sleigh pulled by reindeer is what it appears to be. In it is Steve's Uncle. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! Or, day...whatever!" It flies away into the distance.

Okay, so I know the ending is a little weird, but so is Crazy Steve. So I went a little holdiay crazy with it, but I thought it was a nice ending. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the story and I hope to write for this fandom more. So I hope to see you all again in the future!

Happy Holidays!,