Hey guys! A cute chapter, I thought, with a bit of humor. If you guys have any funny moments with any characters you want to suggest, PLEASE DO! I will incorporate it if you would like. Anyway.
Thanks to Amberflame805, FullMetalCanine, ZambleTheZombie, and Melantha Frost for reviewing. And speaking of reviewing...
North: LET ME DO IT! Review this chapter. Follow. And favorite. And do vatever else makes Crystal happy.
Jack: THANK YOU NORTH FOR TAKING OVER MY LINE.
Starla: This is SO unnecessary.
North: You vanna go, Jack?
Jack: YOU WANNA FIGHT, SANTA CLAUS?
Me: O_O Commercial break.
"6 CONTINENTS, 257 COUNTRIES, AND MANY MORE! THIS IS GOING TO BE...EPIC!"
The sleigh, with exactly eight reindeers attached to it, sailed through the night sky, amidst the stars.
Starla loved the feel of the wind in her face, this perfect nighttime moment that just made her want to strike the entire world with her light. The rush of adrenaline she got as she passed the bright stars scattered like fallen buttons across the heavens.
One by one, North had yelled out each continent as they entered, and they had scanned the presents for Naughty or Nice, and then he had thrown the presents down towards the house, and the special parachute lowered it down the chimney.
If there was no chimney, the parachute left it by the front door.
"These parachutes can't be for real!" Jack breathed.
North smirked. "See it and veep, Jack!" he barked. "They are so very much real!"
The reindeer flew on, and Starla kept teasing North about Rudolph until they reached America.
"Here ve are!" North yelled. "North America!"
North sailed the reindeer like a magical train throughout the entire sky.
He used this thing that looked like a sprig of holly to scan each and every present belonging to the child on the street to figure if it was Naughty or Nice.
"Because," he said with a chuckle. "even Santa cannot keep track of who in the entire vorld is Naughty or Nice."
"Can we go into Jamie Bennett's house?" Starla smiled. "He's the only child that believes in me, and—"
North nodded, and landed the sleigh on the roof. "Be quick," he warned them. "Ve don't have too much time though this is our last continent."
" 'Kay," Starla called, and soared down towards Jamie's chimney.
"Copycat!" North hissed.
Starla turned back, and realized Jack was following her.
"I'm not gonna pass up an opportunity to keep you from screwing up." He grinned at Starla, and she playfully shoved him aside as she slipped down the brick chimney.
"Hey, look!" Jack pointed at a glass of milk and a few stacked chocolate chip cookies on the table.
Starla was too amazed by the decor to look at the milk and cookies. The fireplace had stockings and green and red lights strung up. Wreaths were everywhere, miniature figurines of Santa and the Elves, a Christmas tree. The whole room smelled like pine and childrens' anticipation.
Starla grinned. "Can I light the tree?"
Jack shrug-nodded. "I don't see any reason why not. But I'm going for those cookies." He smirked. "North needs to lay off the sweets." Jack grabbed a cookie and bit in. He let out a "mmm" noise. "Mrs. Bennett," he said, swallowing his mouthful. "is amazing. I need more!"
"You sound like a fricking zombie," Starla grinned.
"You mean those undead things that come out at you in the night?" Jack made a face. "Jamie has zombie books all over his room."
Starla flew around the tree. "Jack—how do you turn the lights on the tree?"
Jack pointed with his mouth full of cookie. "T'ere a p'ug."
Starla blinked. "I'm sorry—what?"
Jack swallowed the cookie. "There's a plug. You have to plug it into the socket thingy on the wall. See it? Right there."
"Got it." Starla plugged the plug into the socket, and within seconds, the whole tree had lit up with pinks, reds, blues, oranges, golds, and greens. With a cry of awe, Starla stumbled back into a toy truck. She tripped over it onto the floor, and it started making siren noises, glowing red, and zipping around at random.
"Whoa!" Jack jumped into the air as the truck crashed into the table over and over again.
Suddenly, Starla spotted something with glowing eyes by the stairs. "JACK!" she screeched, and rushed over to him, leaping into the air.
He looked over and let out a yell. "Abby! It's Abby, Jamie's dog!"
"Is she dangerous?" Starla panted.
Jack sighed. "She hates intruders."
Starla facepalmed. "So that means..."
"Yeah. We're dead meat."
Starla leaped onto the countertop, but slipped on a soapy mess Mrs. Bennett had left behind in her hurry to get the children tucked in on Christmas Eve. Pots and pans clattered to the floor. Jack sought refuge atop the table, knocking down the milk and cookies.
"No!" he moaned. "Perfectly good cookies gone to waste."
"Jack!" Starla screamed. "How do we get rid of Abby?"
She was a large skinny dog, stretched thin like an elastic. She was obviously very athletic and fast, and could jump high enough to grab both of them even if they flew, thanks to the Bennett's low ceiling.
"Um," Jack offered helpfully from atop the table. "Look for something that we can distract her with!"
Starla glanced around the kitchen but didn't see anything. "I don't—" she began.
"GOT IT!" Jack yelled. "Right above you. See that big yellow bag with the yellow dog on it?"
Starla looked up and spotted it. "...yeah?"
"Get it down and dump it on the floor!"
Starla was lost. "What's in the bag?"
Jack gestured wildly. "You'll see! Now do what I say! Hurry before Abby chews my leg off!"
Starla reached for the bag. "How does Abby see both of us?"
"Dogs believe," Jack said with a teasing grin.
Starla grabbed the whole bag. "Now what? Just...just dump it?"
Jack thought about it. "No. Um, Mrs. Bennett shakes it first. Shake the whole bag, get her attention. Then dump it on the ground."
Starla shook the bag. "Come here, girl!" she called. "Abby, come here! Wanna see what's in this bag?"
Abby crept forward, belly to the ground, still alert about the intruders.
"It's okay, Jamie, stay up here. I'll go check it out, honey!" called Mrs. Bennett from upstairs.
Starla shot a panicked glance at Jack. "Jamie's mom is coming down!"
Jack shrugged. "She can't see us. But dump the bag before she faints from seeing a floating bag of kibble."
Starla blinked. "Kibble?"
"Dog food."
Ohhhhh. Starla understood. She dumped the bag on the ground, and Abby attacked it, licking it luxuriously off the floor.
"We fly back up the chimney now," Jack reminded Starla.
Starla rolled her eyes. "I know, Frosty the Snowman."
"On three?" Jack asked playfully.
Starla shook her head. "How about right now."
Jack nodded, agreeing. "Okay."
The two of them took off past Abby and up the chimney, leaving a bewildered Mrs. Bennett to wonder what had happened to set off her dog and light up her entire living room with the spirit and joy of Christmas.
"That was easy. Piece of cake!" North grinned. "Vith my helpers, I think this was easy Christmas. Vat you say, Jack and Starla?"
Jack smiled. "Pretty easy."
Starla sighed theatrically and exchanged a look with Jack. "Couldn't have been easier."
North grinned. "Glad to know!" He cracked his knuckles. "But now ve must get on vith the tacks of brass."
Jack nodded. "Exactly. We have to figure out a way to sneak into Pitch's lair and release Bunny and Tooth's shadow before the children stop believing."
"Meanwhile, Pitch is probably stealing shadows everywhere," Starla said with a sniffle.
North jumped up. "I have new thing installed on globe by yetis," he said. "Shadow tracker! Look at it! The little black clouds are shadows being taken."
Starla gaped. "That's a LOT!"
North grimaced. "I agree. It is. That is vhy ve as the Guardians, must stop Pitch."
Jack nodded, and Sandy nodded as well. He made a few images above his head.
"Sandy has to go send out his Dreamlines," said North with a nod. "You two can stay here, however. Unless there is something else you vant to do until our battle planning tomorrow?"
Jack shrugged. "I'm going out. I love nighttime. Starla, do you wanna come?"
Starla smiled. "I have nothing else to do. Okay."
Jack elbowed her. "On three?" He was quoting from their Abby incident, and Starla got it.
Starla walked towards the door. "Uhh...how about right now?"
Jack followed. "Okay."
North leaned back. "Vat has gotten into you two?"
"A little fun at Jamie's," Jack said vaguely at the door.
"Ah!" North walked forward, belly jiggling. "Speaking of Jamie, did he leave me those yummy double chunk cookies that his mom makes every year?"
Before North could ask more, the winter spirit and the light spirit were already gone.
North was confused for a few moments, and then realization shot through his mind.
"JAAAAAACK! YOU ATE MY COOKIES?!"
North: I still cannot believe you ate my cookies. Jamie's cookies are the best.
Jack: I totally agree. They were delicious.
North: *curses in Russian*
Starla: *covers an elf's ear*
Jack: *looks kinda freaked out*
Me: I'm so done. Remember to review, follow, and favorite. And no matter what, DO NOT eat the cookies reserved for Santa Claus. Lesson learned.
Jack: Bye guys!
Starla: Keep Shining and Love Starla!
Jack: Keep Cool and Love Jack Frost!
Me: Byeeee!