"How are we going to get their father back for the holidays?" Private asked. They were back in HQ. Planning out their present for the girls.
"Private that's easy." Skipper said. "We sneak in and put their dad on the Home for the Holidays list."
"They have that?" Private asked.
"Well, duh!" Skipper shouted.
"Well, how are we going to get there?" Private asked.
"Simple, we'll catch a plane to D.C." Skipper said. "I'm sure Kowalski has some human potion left over and we'll have the man in charge of the list put their dad on."
So the two set off on a plan to Washington D.C. There human disguises were perfect. A couple girls even flirted with them. But that's a different story. Any way, they had made there way through the vents and were about to barge in to the naval office. They saw a tech guy sitting at the desk. He had red curly hair and square glasses. Skipper had to hold back a laugh. This was the guy they had to get to put the girl's dad on the list? Pssh, this was going to be easy. He kicked the vent open. The man at the desk jumped as the two entered the office. He started shaking in fear.
"Alright carrot top, You don't know me and I don't know you, but we need you to put George King on the home for christmas list." Skipper said. The man at the desk froze. The penguins didn't know this, but the thoughts swirled through the man's head. I have something they want. I have the upper hand. The man swallowed his fear.
"The name is Walter Carbunkle and I'd be more then happy to put Mr. King on the list."
"Oh thank you sir." Private said.
"But, there's just a small price to pay. See I need something in return." Walter repsonded.
"How about I don't punch you in the face?" Skipper asked.
"How about I press the call button and you both get sent to federal jail." Walter told them.
"Well I-" Skipper started.
"Skipper please, let's not cause a fuss." Private said. "We should just give him what he wants and go home. Please?" Skipper was a sucker for Private's sad face. The leader sighed.
"Fine, what do you want four eyes?" Skipper asked.
"You have 12 to get me the twelve days of christmas." Walter said with a smug smile.
"You're kidding right?" Skipper asked.
"How are we going to do that in 12 hours?" Private asked.
"Not my problem." Walter said, lounging back in his chair. "Just be at the reflecting pool at nine with the 12 days of christmas and he'll be on the list." Skipper growled.
"Fine." Skipper sighed. The two trudged out the way they came.
They sat outside the white house. How were they going to get all the twelve days of christmas in 12 hours? I mean, in the song it took twelve days.
"Don't worry Private." Skipper said. "We'll get that power hungry nerd's twelve days of christmas in no time."
"But how Skipper?" Private asked.
"It's Christmas Private! The season for miracles. And if any one needs one, it's us." Skipper said.
"Alright, let's start with 12 drummers drumming." Private said. "Where would we find them?" That's when a marching band started playing in a nearby park. 12 of them were drummers. And 11 of them were pipers. They were raising money for their school.
"See Private, Our lucks begining to turn." Skipper said. He went up to the men and offered them $100 (He borrowed it form Rico) to come to the reflecting pool in 12 hours.
"Wow, we've got the first two done already." Private said.
"We'll be done in no time and the twins will have the greatest christmas ever." Skipper said.
"Okay, now we need ten lords a leaping and nine ladies dancing." Private said.
"Well Private, let's take a little stroll around town. I'm sure another miracle will pop up." Skipper said. They walked down the road for about 25 minutes until they passed a dance school. Inside nine men and women were dancing. The dance teacher, was also a man, was teaching the men leaps.
"Skipper, look." Private said.
"What do you know?" Skipper asked himself. They walked on in.
"1 2 3, 1 2 3." Said the dance teacher.
"Um excuse me." Skipper said.
"Yes?" The teacher asked.
"How would you and your dance troop like to preform in the biggest show of your life?" Skipper asked.
"We're putting together the 12 days of christmas. And we need ten lords a leaping and nine ladies dancing." Private said.
"How much is it paying?" The dance teacher asked.
"Skipper?" Private asked.
"We spent all our money on the 12 drummers drumming and 11 piper piping." Skipper answered.
"Sorry, can't help." Said the dance teacher.
"Please sir, if we don't get the twelve days of christmas in 12 hours then our best friend's dad won't be able to come home for the holidays. They haven't seen him for four years." Private answered. "So please, do it for those poor girls."
"Alright fine." The dance teacher finally answered.
"Thank you so much." Private said.
"Great, be at the reflecting pool at..." Skipper said, looking at his watch. "9:00 pm." It was 9:30 am and they had 11 and a half hours to go.
"Thanks again...Mr..." Private started.
"Lemerio. Julianie Lemerio." Said the dance teacher.
"Oh god." Skipper said to himself. They now had to find 8 maids a milking and seven swans a swimming. They walked down the street again. It helped them last time. Except this time, they weren't so lucky. It was 1:00 pm and they couldn't find the next two items. Until Skipper heard a commotion in a park. When he and Private got there, a milking contest was going on. Eight women were trying to milk the most milk from their cows.
"Well what do you know." Private said. After the contest they asked the ladies to come to the reflecting pool at nine to show off their skills. The ladies were more then happy to. They had eight hours to get the rest.
"Seven swans a swimming and six geese a laying here we come." Skipper said.
"Where will we find that?" Private asked.
"Well if I were you, I'd ask John Wilkinson." Said one of the maids. "He owns hundreds of swans and geese."
"Thanks miss." Skipper said. "Well, let's go find him." They made there way to a farm on the outside of town. Private knocked on the door.
"What up?" Asked the man at the door.
"Excuse me, could we borrow 7 of your swans and 6 of your geese?" Private asked.
"Why?" He asked.
"Well, we are trying to recreate the 12 days of christmas." Skipper said. The man stared at him.
"Ya whatever." He said. He slammed the door in there face.
"Oh well, let's get the swans." Skipper said.
"But Skipper, he seemed so sad." Private said.
"Oh fine, we'll help." Skipper said. He knocked on the door. The grumpy man answered.
"What do you want? I already let you have the swans and geese." He said.
"Well, you seem so sad and we want to help." Private said.
"You can't help. Unless you can get my family to finally come down for the holidays." He said. He slammed the door.
"That's it!" Private shouted.
"What's it?" Skipper asked.
"We'll bring his family down for the holidays." Private said.
"Private we don't have time." Skipper said.
"We have Eight hours." Private said.
"7 hours and 15 minutes." Skipper said.
"We have plenty of time." Private said. Skipper sighed.
"Okay, fine." Skipper replied.
"Yay!" Private shouted. They went back to the maid who told them about Mr. Wilkinson. She said that his daughter lived in an apartment down the street. So they made there way to her place.
"No." She said.
"C'mon, please? Your father really misses you." Private said.
"He does?" She asked.
"He's turned into a cranky old man because his family never visits for christmas." Skipper said. "Maybe if you came, he'd be happy." She smiled.
"All right, I'll go." She said. They brought her to her fathers house. They knocked on the door once again.
"Now what?" He shouted. He froze when he saw his daughter.
"Hi daddy." She said.
"Virginia?" He asked. She nodded. The two hugged.
"Come on Private." Skipper smiled. "Let's get those swans and geese." The two got the swans and let them swim in the reflecting pool. They placed the geese on some nests at the edge of the pool. Skipper looked at his watch.
"Eisonhowers outmeal! We have five hours!" Skipper shouted. Time flies when your changing lives.
"We still need days 1-5." Private said.
"We've got an hour for each." Skipper said. That's when a meowing was heard in the distance. They saw a cat stuck up in a tree.
"Hepl, my Fifi is stuck!" Shouted an old woman. Skipper rushed and caught the kitten just as she fell.
"Meow." Said the cat.
"Oh thank you so much sir, how could I ever repay you?" Asked the woman as he returned the cat. He noticed about 20 gold rings on her hand.
"Might I have 5 gold rings to recreate the 12 days of christmas?" Skipper asked. The woman laughed.
"Why of course." She said. "Heck, take them all." She handed him her rings.
"Thank you miss." He said.
"Anytime." She replied. Now they needed 10 birds. Great.
"Great job Skipper." Private said.
"It was no problem." Skipper said. "Now where will we find four calling birds?"
"Stuffed animals!" Called a voice. "Get your stuff animals!" The last few stuffed animals left were four calling birds and three french hens.
"He never said they had to be real." Private said. They went up to buy them when an old woman pushed them aside.
"I'd like to purchase these stuffed animals." She said.
"Excuse me, Miss? We need these to recreate the twelve days of christmas." Private said.
"Nope, sorry, I'm buying them." She said. Skipper pushed her aside and snatched the animals. He placed a gold ring on the table and they ran.
"HEY!" She screamed.
"Now two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree." Skipper said. Putting the toys in a hole in a tree so they could come back later and get them. They walked throughout town. For three hours! Nothing. They were begining to lose hope. Until...
"Pear trees! Get your pear trees!" Shouted a voice. Skipper payed for a Pear tree and they planted it in front of the pool.
"Now we just need a partridge and two turtle doves. But we only have an hour." Private said.
"We can do it Private." Skipper said. "I know we can." They continued down the road for another half an hour. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Until they saw an ice sculptor contest. A man was carving up a sculptor of two turtle doves. Perfect.
"Excuse me sir, How much is this sculptor?" Skipper asked.
"$100." He answered. Skipper handed him a golden ring.
"Will this cover it?" Skipper asked. The man nodded. They carried the sculptor back to the reflecting pool. It took them a half an hour but they made it. It was nine o'clock and all of the other days of christmas were doing their thing. But so was Walter. His face was stern. Private set up the finishing touches.
"Well, what do you think?" Private laughed. Walter looked around. Counting everything to make sure it was perfect.
"Where's the partridge?" He asked. The penguins hearts sank. After all their hard work they forgot the partridge!
"Oh no." Skipper said.
"Better luck next year boys." Walter said he burst into laughter until a bird was heard. All eyes turned to the pear tree. A partridge sat. Staring at them. The penguins cheered. Walter frowned.
"A deals a deal." Private said. Walter sighed.
"You win." Walter replied.
New York City, The Gift Exchange
Skipper and Private had returned to New York. Back in their original form. Everything was just dandy. Presents were being passed around. Everyone was over joyed. Except Julian, he wanted something bigger from Marlene then just a candle. Anyway, it was time for the girls gifts. They were the last ones left.
"Well, what did we get?" Brenna asked.
"Yeah, there aren't any presents left under the tree." Tera said.
"We've got you something better." Skipper said.
"Something you've always wanted." Private smiled.
"I'm listening." Tera smiled.
"Yeah what is it?" Brenna asked.
"Come with us." Skipper said. He and Private slid out the door. The red heads followed. They made there way through the snow to the zoo gates. A car pulled up to the gate.
"What could it be?" Tera asked. Brenna shrugged. As the door opened. The girls froze. Standing before them was none other then their father, George King.
"Hey princesses. Daddy's home." He said.
"Oh My God." Tera said. Brenna was crying. Tera, being tough, was holding back the tears but you could see her eyes water.
"Thank you Private." Brenna said.
"Thank you Skipper." Tera said. The two girls hugged their dad as tight as they could. They didn't want to let him go!
"Your welcome." Skipper smiled.
"They seem so happy." Private said.
"We've done a good thing." Skipper replied. They made two red heads very happy. And that's the true meaning of christmas. Isn't it?