"Would it have killed you to look in the crate titled Christmas Garabage at least?" sighed Nstorm walking out with the double take crew.

"Well, you know, you know?" counttered Storm shruuging whil holding his hands up in front of him.

"He's an idioit," muttered Natasha sitting underneath a mistletoe with a steak.

"Damn it!" shouted Nstorm throwing his card on the floor." Why isn't that working!?"

"Because you have them hanging above the wrong place," sighed Storm rolling his eyes." You're not the best at decrorating, N-"

"Wait, are you going to call me by my real name, cause I didn't give you permission," said Nstorm then turned to the camera." Anyway, let's get started and also Merry Christmas everybody!"

Backstage groans can be heard as Nstorm had set up a maze of mistletoes back there for no reason.

"We have a lot of mistletoes," translated Nstorm rubbing the back of his head.

*Sol, Young Sol, Xols and Young Xols walk out*
Sol: Silver just got leaving somewhere for Christmas so yeah packing and busy and stuff...I don't think anything has happened to me, my nobody or our young selves at all...then again this is not cannon to Silvers stories...
Xols: list *shoves the young ones to play somewhere else*
Everyone: where did the mistletoe tradition even happen...
Storm and Natasha: the mudkips are coming...that's what Silver said to say...also happy early year birthday...(Sol:*whispers to Xols*'how old are we? Xols: Your young self came into being two years ago, I'm a year younger than you. Sol: ah, forgot)
Everyone: merry late/on time Christmas
Sol: *checks watch* and we have to go...Thistle and Eli claim to have made good tasing eggnog and heck, no authors are home.
Xols: bye *they walk off debating about eggnog*

"Wouldn't it be the celebration of not being erazed also?" questioned Storm raising an eyebrow." We created- actually, I think I was created first and about a year ago sometime in either September, October or November. So we're celebrating our creation, and oddly enough my borthday is coming up."

"Storm, we have until the summer of 2015," sighed Natasha closing her eyes while pinching the bridge of her nose." Our birthdays-"

"Are separate since Storm's a winter baby, and Natasha is a summer," said Nstorm then thought about it." Or was it spring and summer, or maybe both summer?"

"Wait, Nstorm? Don't weird sayings always happen in your fanfics?" asked Young Storm.

"Yeah, um, she's doomed us all by saying that. Never say that! We don't even have poke balls!"

"That's the least of your worries?" requested Young Natasha raising an eyebrow at him." It wouldn't be the herd of Mudkips about to possibly stampede in our studio, possibly destroying it?"

"We're pretty sure somebody found out- we would have a link, but that's illegal here so yeah, who cares!?" shouted Nstorm." Wait, why are the younger versions of yourselves very mature for nine years old?"

"I thought they were ten," said Storm blushing deeply.

"So did I," agreed Natasha also blushing.

Silver: I dare you to eat a slug pie with hot sauce
Blaze: If you had to choose a American college to go which one would it be & why?
Cream: I dare you to drink a cherry & mango smoothie
Sonic: What's the dumbest movie you had ever seen?

"Yeah, I don't want a silver hedgehog dying in here," said Nstorm much to the crowd's dismay." That and I'm starting to become sick."

"Love Story," groaned Sonic holding his head as if the memory is a pain to bring back.

"If you say Northe Dame, I swear by my stupid friend I will go Super Saiyaian, and kill you all," said Nstorm.

"I was going to say Viriginia Tech, but now I don't even want to go!" shouted Blaze stomping her foot, and running off.

Nstorm quickly hands her the smoothie he summoned out of no where, and shoved her off the stage.

"Anyway, it is time for-" began Nstorm.

"Wait, sin't today Saturday and two days after Christmas?" requested Storm suddenly realizing they were frozen in time."Yes! I don't have to give anyone a-"

Natasha coughed while crossing her arms over her chest, her left foot tapping as Storm slowly turned around and looked at her.

"Anyway, since my mistletoe expedition was unsucesssful-" began Nstorm.

"Since you, oh so rightly suck eggs at decrorating," interupted Storm looking away from the quick, evil glare Nstorm gave him.

"I have my own game to do called hand a stick with a mistletoe over as many people as I can!" shouted Nstorm summoning a fishing pole with the dreaded object on it, then running backstage laughing evily.

The counterparts stared at each other wide eyed before Young Storm cleared his throat.

"Yeah, he always was crazy," sighed Young Storm shrugging.

"Yeah, we've noticed," remarked Young Natasha.

"Anyway, that is our show!" shouted Natasha quickly running off as Nstorm came back on stage, holding the pole like a magic casting a spell.

"GET BACK HERE!" screamed Nstorm." WIN GUARDIAN LIFERE- WHATEVER!"

"Maybe it was best he was playing with his new toy," muttered Storm rubbing the back of his head." After all, he's mentally insane."

"Well, waiting can be a danger sometimes," sighed Young Storm shrugging.

Disclaimer: You know the deal people! Copyrights! Damn! Also no lips, hearts, or people were mistletoed harmly in the making of this show.