We reached my home.

Sure enough, Santa was standing in the living room. "Well, what took you so long?" He laughed.

"Busy," I said. "But I think it's me who should be asking the questions."

"Like what," Santa asked. "I made a discovery," I said. "I know why Punk Rat acts like a grouch on Christmas."

"And what is that?" Santa asked.

"Why didn't you bring Punk Rat's parents back together?" I asked. "We went to his house and found that out."

"Do you think I forgot to give Punk Rat his present?" Asked Santa. "I did not."

"Then why didn't they get back together?" I asked.

"They aren't," Santa said. "Not yet."

I was intrigued. What did Santa mean by 'not yet'?

Meanwhile, Bugsy had snuck into Snow Monster High.

"If I can get some stuff from here, I could find out Punk Rat's plan," She said.

She took a paper. It read,

Thou Santa-Biters of Snow Monster High,
We are on a mission so don't be shy,
We will go to the North Pole,
To reach our goal.

"Punk Rat can rhyme?" Bugsy gasped. "Well, anyway, I have to tell Benjamin about this."

"Too late," A voice snarled.

Bugsy turned around. Punk Rat and two other Santa-Biters were blocking her path. The two boys were the same ones who helped lure Bugsy, Saveanna and Penniford to Snow Monster High.

"You didn't think I wouldn't be prepared for this?" Punk Rat asked.

"I guess you're not as dumb as you look," Bugsy snorted.

"Oh yeah?" Punk Rat growled. "Get her, boys."

The two Santa-Biters grabbed Bugsy by the arm. Tasha emerged from the shadows with a huge box.

Tasha opened the box, and the Santa-Biters dragged Bugsy over to it.

Then they pushed her into the box. Punk Rat closed it up.

Tasha left and came back with a huge paper. The paper was light blue with dark green stripes.

Tasha neatly spread it on the ground. Punk Rat and the two boys lifted up the box and placed it on the paper.

Then the Frost-Biters started wrapping the box up. When it was wrapped up, they picked it up and scampered away.

Meanwhile, I was still talking to Santa.

"What do you mean not yet?" I asked. Santa took out a magical snow globe.

He lifted it up in the air. It floated there. Then it got larger. And larger.

We were so busy focusing on the snow globe we didn't notice Punk Rat and the Santa-Biters at our window.

The snow globe glowed. Then it revealed Punk Rat's mom and dad. They were on the phone, talking to each other.

"Its official then," His mom said. "We will have the remarry on Christmas, which is in two days."

"They're getting back together," I gasped. "You did remember Punk Rat's wish."

"Yes, I was just waiting for the right time," Santa said. We didn't notice Punk Rat and the others climb up our house to Santa's Sleigh.

"Well, anyway, Punk Rat has a plan to destroy Christmas," I said.

"What is it?" Santa asked.

"I didn't hear," I said. "He was whispering."

Punk Rat and the Santa-Biters started climbing into presents and hiding themselves in Santa's bag.

"I must leave now," Santa said. He and Isaac flew up the chimney.

Meanwhile, Bugsy was fighting in the present. She rolled out of the bag.

Santa and Isaac jumped into the sleigh and flew off. Bugsy rolled down the chimney.

I came and opened it. "Bugsy, what are you doing in the present?" I asked.

"I'll explain everything," Bugsy said. "But the short version is Punk Rat is going to ruin Christmas."