Sonic raced into Tails' workshop, shaking off the snow that clung to his cobalt fur as he entered. The first thing he noticed was the absence of the Tornado II, which could only mean Tails was not there. A little frustrated, Sonic helped himself to Tails' refrigerator, waiting for the kitsune to return. Needless to say, he was shocked to find a note taped to a Tupperware container with two chili dogs inside. He snatched the piece of paper and immediately threw the food into a microwave, reading as he went.

Sonic

I figured you'd come by today. I'm testing the Tornado II's new engine in the snowstorm, but I'll be back soon. Help yourself to the chili dogs. You'll find a pile of Christmas cards on the table. If you don't mind, could you put them all in envelopes and mail them? Stamps are in the cabinet above my desk in the workshop. See you soon!

~Tails

The hedgehog glanced at the stack of letters. He felt like weeping. With the added height of the table, the pile, as well as the envelope stack beside it, was taller than him. Being three foot six, that was nothing too spectacular, unless it was that kind of a pile looking down at you. He was so shocked by the task ahead of him, he almost didn't hear the microwave announcing his dinner. Almost. He dashed over to it, snatched the chili dogs, and ran back. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it quickly and painlessly. Preferably while eating.

With a chili dog in one hand, he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a roll of stamps. "Chaos, Tails, how many cards do you need to send, bro?" He flipped through the roll of stamps, smirking at the cliché snowmen waving at him from each one. After sitting them by the letters and snarfing down the remains of the chili dog, Sonic decided it would be far easier to attack the monstrous stack of mail with assistance. Obviously, asking Tails was completely out of the question. The next logical choice was Amy. Sonic did not even bother to think what would happen if she said no. After all, she would leap at the chance to be alone with him, even if only for an hour or so.

The phone was ringing in his ear seconds later, and a chipper female answered the line. "Ahoy!"

"What?" asked Sonic, confused.

"I said 'ahoy.' It was what the inventor of the telephone intended to use as a greeting, instead of 'hello!'" explained Amy.

"Uh…" Sonic shook his head, fully aware that Amy could not see him. "Whatever. I'm at Tails' place, and I've been charged with putting stamps on a bunch of letters. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping."

"Of course I wouldn't mind! I'll be over in about ten minutes."

"Great. Bye, Ames."

"See ya!"

Having his spirits raised by the prospect of help, and cute help, at that, Sonic began the slow process of sticking a letter in an envelope, and putting a stamp in the corner. At least Tails had had the courtesy to write everyone's name and address on the letters already. It was one less thing Sonic had to worry about. He reached for the other chili dog, only to realize he had eaten it already. Disappointed, he continued his work, far grumpier than before. This was so not worth just two chili dogs.