Snaptrap's window curtain formed into a giant hand and tapped Snaptrap on the shoulder. It then grabbed him and carried him back towards the window. Snaptrap fought the window curtain until it spun him back towards the bed.
"I'm not scared at all!" Snaptrap insisted.
The window shutters were now slamming onto the window repeatedly. Having enough of all this, Snaptrap stormed over to the window and tried to pull the shutters closed. He ended up playing tug-of-war with the wind. Finally a newspaper hit him in the face, causing him to stumble and fall on his rear. The shutters then closed on their own. Snaptrap pulled off the newspaper and suddenly smiled.
"Hey, the comics!" Snaptrap chuckled; he decided to read them since he was awake. "It was a dark and stormy night and Snaptrap-" He froze and grew nervous. "Snaptrap was up to no good." He finished reading, even more nervous. "Hey, what gives?"
A large roach on a table explored some dice, and accidentally caused them to land in a spittoon. The bell-like sound made the roach scamper and Snaptrap freeze.
"Another bell." He started stammering. "Wait...no no..."
A hooded figure with deathly white paws appeared out of the comics page!
"No no no no..." Snaptrap said very scared. "Please!"
Too late, the hooded figure pulled Snaptrap into the comics! Snaptrap fell down an abyss, hitting comic pages along the way and causing them to rip or break. Finally he landed on a box in an alley. Snaptrap then gave a frightened yell: the hooded figure appeared out of nowhere before him.
"A-are you the Ghost of Christmas Future?" Snaptrap asked nervously.
The hooded figure just nodded.
"And you're gonna show me what will happen?"
The hooded figure nodded again.
Obviously not wanting to see what will happen, Snaptrap chuckled nervously and tried to leave...and bumped into a hanging cloth. It was the robe of the Ghost of Christmas Future. Snaptrap shivered as Christmas Future made him look in the opposite direction. The area before him was at first pitch black, but then a light slowly turned on, revealing a bunch of secret angels sitting at the bar outside T.U.F.F. Headquarters.
"Hey, I know this place." Snaptrap said.
With no other choice, Snaptrap walked towards the bar. That's when he saw that Kitty and Keswick were there too. Keswick raised a glass.
"Okay, huh-here you go." He smiled. "Here's to Snaptrap, no more cuh-crummy loans."
The secret angels cheered in agreement.
"Mm-hm, and no more robbed stores." Kitty agreed.
The other secret angels and Keswick cheered in agreement.
"And no more him, may he never return!" One secret angel finished.
The other secret angels and Keswick cheered in agreement and drank what they had in their cups.
"Never return?" Snaptrap said nervously. "Wh-where'd I go? Tell me, please." He pleaded to Christmas Future.
Suddenly, Christmas Future pulled off his robe...to reveal Dudley. Dudley was wearing a black and white suit with a white belt. He also was wearing a top hat with a D on it. The D was jagged on the straight side. Snaptrap wasn't wearing his nightshirt anymore, he was wearing his usual lab coat, but he didn't notice at first.
"Going singer." Dudley grinned.
A piano appeared out of nowhere and he started playing it. As expected, he then started to sing:
Look what you've done
You've been a very bad guy my son
Packing many years of evil into everyone
Agreed advice
A pack of cards and a pair of dice
Ain't gonna get you into paradise
"You get it?" Dudley chuckled. "Pair of dice, paradise huh?"
"Huh?" Snaptrap didn't get it.
Dudley ignored that and went back to singing:
You're in a sad sad so sad really bad makes me mad state old friend
Dudley picked up Snaptrap and dropped him in front of a tombstone. A hole appeared under Snaptrap, who screamed as he fell.
Is this the end?
Dudley finished that with a howl, sliding on his knees as he did so. He then knocked a devil out of the way so that he could catch Snaptrap instead.
I think it's time
DEVILS:
High time, to clean up your act!
A burst of fire sent Dudley and Snaptrap back up.
DUDLEY:
If you don't you're doomed and that's a fact
Take a look, and you'll see
The kind of guy you were born to be
Dudley showed Snaptrap a mirror, which first showed Snaptrap as an angel...and then as a creepy devil.
RANDOM SECRET ANGELS:
Clean up your act!
DUDLEY:
You could be a leader, you could be a saint
You could be a million things that obviously you ain't!
You're slippin' and you're slidin' and soon you're gonna fall
SECRET ANGELS:
You'll be
DUDLEY:
Out of work and out of luck
Nothin left at all
Dudley brushed the bottom of his hat, which caused a new tombstone to rise up from underneath Snaptrap. Snaptrap screamed as he was sent into heaven. He then came to a rest on the clouds...and fell through the clouds. Obviously he wasn't going to have an easy time with this song.
Snaptrap then fell onto a barber chair, with a giant clock next to it. According to the clock, there were five minutes left until midnight.
DUDLEY:
But you've got time
SECRET ANGELS:
High time, to clean up your act!
The secret angels burst through the clock to sing their line.
Larry then appeared out of nowhere. It just a magical image of him though, since the real Larry had no idea of this whole Ghosts of Christmas business.
LARRY:
Make amends for all those guys you've whacked!
Larry covered Snaptrap's head in shaving foam and then hit Snaptrap's head with a straight razor. Fortunately Snaptrap ducked his head into his coat at the last second.
Dudley, this time dressed up as a judge, then grabbed Snaptrap.
DUDLEY:
Listen close to what I say
Every animal has his judgement day
Dudley now showed Snaptrap a different tombstone...one with the name 'Verminious Snaptrap' on it! Dudley then dropped Snaptrap again and reappeared next to the tombstone in his suit. Other Secret Angels were there as well and started clapping to the tune.
SECRET ANGELS:
Hey hey hey hey
Clean up your act!
DUDLEY:
When the music's over
When the show is through
You'll still have eternity to spend with wonder-who
You're writin' your own ticket
The script is in your paws
Dudley then walked up to Snaptrap as he sang, putting his fingers by his head to indicate horns. He then walked away and was now holding a script that appeared out of nowhere.
SECRET ANGELS:
It's
DUDLEY:
Your time to shine
SECRET ANGELS:
Be divine
DUDLEY:
Work for that applause!
Dudley tossed the script towards Snaptrap, who picked it up with a smile. The script had Snaptrap's face on it and the words FINAL ACT...but then Snaptrap's face turned into a skull! Snaptrap dropped the script out of fright, and the script started jumping!
Finally, burning pages with images of the skull on them burst out of the script and advanced towards Snaptrap! Snaptrap ran away terrified, only to meet up with more skull pages! He ran in the opposite direction...and realized too late that the pages were herding him towards an elevator of devils. Snaptrap tried to skid to a stop but he ended up inside the elevator anyway. The devils pulled his lab coat off, stuck horns and a devil tail on him, and handed him a devil's trident.
"Going down?" One devil smiled before pressing a button.
Snaptrap screamed as the elevator descended...but then he ended up popping up above the clouds in a comfy chair. Dudley and the secret angels reappeared. Dudley for some reason was holding a mop.
DUDLEY:
I think it's time
SECRET ANGELS:
High time, to clean up your act!
DUDLEY:
Search for that integrity you've lacked
Change your ways get a clue
They're mean and rotten, the things you do
SECRET ANGELS:
P.U. P.U.
Clean up your act!
The secret angels then pushed Snaptrap out of the chair.
DUDLEY:
Now it's time
SECRET ANGELS:
High time, to clean up your act!
DUDLEY:
If you don't you're doomed and that's a fact
Dudley wetted the mop, and after the secret angels picked Snaptrap up by the hands he hit Snaptrap in the face with the mop. The secret angels, obviously having enjoyed that, high-fived.
DUDLEY:
Have a heart
That's the key
You'll be safe
You'll be free
Take a look
And you'll see
The kind of guy you were born to be
Dudley took off his top hat, scooped up Snaptrap with it so that Snaptrap ended up really tiny, set the hat on the ground and sprinkled magic into it, and then tossed the magic out of the hat. Snaptrap appeared in a white suit next to a gold fancy car.
DUDLEY AND SECRET ANGELS:
Clean up your
Clean up your act!
Snaptrap happily tried to enter the car but it disappeared in a poof of smoke. So did Snaptrap's suit, he was back in his nightshirt again. Snaptrap looked around confusedly. Then a comic page appeared from underneath him and he fell through it. He screamed until he landed on a chair.
"Timmy's house?" He recognized the place and got up. "W-wait a sec, what happened to the little guy?"
Dudley, who was spinning something with his hand, pointed towards the Christmas tree. Timmy was there crawling into his mattress and fell asleep. He did have his own bedroom, but wanted to sleep next to the Christmas tree that night (in hopes of seeing Santa).
"*Whew*, you had me spooked there." Snaptrap smiled with relief.
Dudley was still spinning something.
"What's that you've got?" Snaptrap asked.
Dudley showed him: it was a watch and it was just a few seconds to midnight.
"Hey hold on...it's tonight isn't it?" Snaptrap realized, now worried. "Honcho's gonna blow that whistle!"
Sure enough, Timmy woke up hypnotized. He picked up a box from underneath the tree and made his way towards the front door.
"Timmy, don't you listen." Snaptrap said desperately, following him. "Block your ears! No kid, no don't do it, you've got a great future home here, don't ruin it, don't ruin it."
Snaptrap tried to block Timmy's path, but Snaptrap being a time traveler meant that Timmy was able to walk through him. Dudley was just smirking through all this, after all there was still a chance to save Timmy and Snaptrap's reaction hinted that Timmy will be saved...along with Christmas.
"No, it's not him, it's that whistle!" Snaptrap said more desperately, clutching Dudley's suit. "It's that whistle!"
He ran back towards Timmy and clapped his paws.
"Hey! Snap out of it! Fight it Timmy fight it!" Snaptrap cried, whistling afterward.
No luck, Timmy unlocked the door and went outside.
"STOP!" Snaptrap almost sobbed, clutching onto Dudley again. "No no no no. This is my fault, not his. Don't let this happen. How do I stop this? Tell me, tell me!"
The image of Timmy's house faded by this point, and they were now floating in an abyss. Dudley just grabbed Snaptrap by the front of his nightshirt and pushed his nose close to Snaptrap's.
"You know all the angles, you figure it out!" Dudley said in a spooky mystical voice.
He then let go of Snaptrap again. Snaptrap fell until he landed back in his sleeping body on the bed. He woke up startled and quickly grabbed his alarm clock. There was only five minutes left until midnight.
"It's not midnight yet, there's still a chance to change things." Snaptrap said determinedly; he then dropped his clock, breaking it. "And I will! I'm gonna stop Honcho!"
He then leapt onto the floor and went onto his knees.
"Thank you ghosts! Thanks for the wake-up-call!" He smiled.
"Wake-up-call!" Larry said, suddenly coming in.
This obviously startled Snaptrap. In fact it startled him under the rug.
"It's time to go! Wow!" Larry added excitedly.
"No, I can't! The plan is evil. I gotta stop the plan. Yeah, I gotta stop the plan." Snaptrap muttered to himself as he leapt back onto the bed.
"Uh, you're-you're mumbling boss." Larry pushed Snaptrap back and pulled the covers over him. "You need some more rest?"
"No, no it's not right...it's not..."
Larry started shaking and stuttering.
"Geez you're starting to sound like Keswick." Snaptrap commented. "What is it, what?"
He finally noticed that Larry was pointing behind him, so he turned around and saw why Larry was so scared: his headboard was growing larger and spikier! Honcho had arrived!
"Almost midnight boys, let's mambo!" Honcho used his magic to turn them into an electrical magic ball. It flew away...
