Chapter Nine

The Ghost of Christmas Past

(Here's a mini chapter for your troubles)

"On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…"

"Twelve Mushy moments,"

"Eleven Fire slang words,"

"Ten tie adjustments,"

"Nine Patton punch lines,"

"Eight bouts of banter,"

"Seven slights at Virgil,"

"Six songs a sung-in,"

"Five Crofters jams~"

"Four makeovers,"

"Three small dogs,"

"Two, two part vids,"

"And a Truck load of Bubba-gump shrimp."

"Awesome guys! That's a perfect take!" Thomas stepped away from the camera.

"You did so good Virgil! I'm so proud of you!" Patton squealed, bouncing down from his spot.

"It was stupid and embarassing." Virgil snapped half-heartedly.

"Well, you know what they say-" Logan began.

"There's no winning on Christmas." Roman finished for him. The four sides laughed.

"Joan did an amazing job on this script, didn't they?" Thomas commented.

"They did!" Patton agreed.

"They always do." Roman said aririly, waving his hand.

"I agree, Joan's work is consistently above average." Logan nodded.

"Yeah, they're pretty lit." Virgil agreed.

"They sure are"

"Who are you supposed to be?" Roman snapped, summoning his sword to his hands and willing the blade to light ablaze. Virgil was standing in front of Thomas in a heartbeat to protect him from whoever this intruder was.

"That hardly matters."

"I disagree." Logan said confidently, staring up at the intruder. "I think it is within your best interests to leave."

"I think it is within your best interests to leave." The others' gasped as the intruder assumed Logan's shape and copied his voice. "I don't really feel like going anywhere."