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Spoiler free. No actors were harmed in the writing of this fic. All borrowed characters will be returned by midnight.       

"This is nice. A day off at the beach. We should do this more often."

            "Definitely," replied Darien stretching out on the blanket beside Hobbes. 

            "Watch it! You're dripping on me!"  Hobbes pushed Darien away from him brushing the water off his legs. He glanced at his watch then flipped over to his stomach to sun his back.

            "Are you reading that?" asked Darien.

            "This?" Hobbes held up the latest issue of Maxim. "No, you can read it."

            "Thanks, man." The two men read peacefully soaking up the sunshine. It had been a long week and each man had been in need of a vacation. The Official would never give them a real vacation so they had had to make do with a day at the beach. Darien finished flipping through the magazine and sat up.

            "What?"

            "My stomach's growling."

            "So?"

            "I'm hungry."

            "Eat."

            "We don't have any food. Come on, Hobbes. I'm hungry," whined Darien. "Can't we go get some food?" Hobbes glanced at his watch then at his partner and back.

            "O.K. We can go get some lunch but you're paying."

            "Fine with me." They picked up all of the valuables from the blanket and trudged across the hot sand to the van. They were passing a gift shop and a burger shop when Darien noticed a sign in the door. "Ooh! They have funnel cakes! Let's eat here." He turned and opened the door before Bobby could protest.

            "Fawkes, get back here. I do not want to…. They have banana splits." Hobbes protests were silenced after he caught sight of the menu. They each ordered a hamburger and fries then went back for desert when they were done. "MM., this is heavenly," sighed Hobbes sucking a bit of hot fudge off his finger.  "We'll have to come back again."

            "Uh-huh," replied Darien tearing off another bite of fried dough. He rubbed at his face smearing powdered sugar across his nose. 

            "Um, Fawkes, you might want to try eating that instead of wearing it."

            "I'll keep that in mind." Darien crossed his eyes to see his nose and tried to wipe it off.

            "Idiot. Here let me," said Hobbes laughing as he took a napkin and de-powdered Fawkes' face.  The two men finished their meal and wandered into the gift shop before heading back to the beach.  They skipped over all of the T-shirts that declared their location in bright letters instead wandering down the rows of pretty little useless knickknacks. 

            "Hey, look, it's Santa," said Fawkes pointing to a figurine. "He looks like he's posing for playboy or something."

            "That would be playgirl, Fawkes, and he'd have to be nude for that."

            "You never see Santa without his clothes on."

            "How would you know he was Santa if he didn't have any clothes on. Come on. Think will you?  A naked Santa is just a fat old man with no clothes."

            "Ugh, I did not  need that mental picture."

            "It's your fault."

            "How is it my fault?"

            "You're the one who wasn't smart enough to figure out why Santa always wears clothes."

            "I was not. I was just commenting how you never seen him nude."

            "See. Your fault."

            "Fine, you win. Can we go swimming now?"

            "Since you were so gracious to admit that I was right and you were wrong." The two left the posing Santa behind to enjoy the rest of their day at the beach. They left the beach as refreshed as they could be with only one day off and returned to the regular routine.