Yay! ^_^ Nearly Christmas! I can't wait! ^_^ Anyway, yes, here's another part to Zell's crusade for mince pies! ^_^ Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Like before, I STILL don't own the characters or the carols, but I'm saving up money to buy them! ^_^



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After the icy depths of Trabia, cold little Zell walked back up to the parked Ragnarok after encountering several species of the third kind. Turning on the heating up to full blast once he stumbled inside the aircraft, soon he defrosted and began toasting his tootsies. Feeling warmer and able to move, Zell put the aircraft to use and flew to Winhill, the home-village of Seifer and Quistis.

"Cor blimey!! It's snowing moogles and faeries 'ere!!" Zell exclaimed, dismayed at the sight of the thick snow on the ground with more falling through the chilly air. He found a place to park the stolen craft, and trudged into the snow deeper and chillier than the snowy icy wastelands of Trabia into the quiet sleepy village of Winhill. Staggering to the Almasy's door, he stopped, and waited. After a short while, he got some wind back and decided to puff himself up ready for a performance that would surely blow his audience away. One deep breath, and.

*^o^* Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (*cough-cough* *hack*, AHEM!!! Too deep a breath) wish you a Zelly Christmas,

We wish you a Zelly Christmas,

We wish you a Zelly Christmas and a happy new year!

*^o^* Good tidings we bring to bottle blonde queens,

We wish you a Zelly Christmas and a happy new year! (Cathy: Actually, Zell, you do realise that you are on your own? ?-_-?)

?^_~? *^o^* And I do want some yummy mince pies,

And I do want some yummy mince pies,

And I do want some yummy mince pies,

So BRING SOME OUT 'ERE!!! (Cathy: ^_~;;; Trust him!)

*^o^* Good tidings I bring to Mister Drag-Queen, (Cathy: What are the odds of 'im getting mince pies now?)

I wish you a Zelly Christmas and a happy new year!

*^o^* (Decides to sing the descant part instead. (_ Can he make it? Lets see.)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand (*cough-cough* *sneeze* *snort* *fart* Ooooh- er!)

(ever ascending scale)We won't go,

We won't go,

We won't go,

We won't go,

*^O^* WE WON'T GO WE WON'T GO (Cathy: Brace yourselves people, we're looking at a chicken-wuss strangling a top "A" note coming up! Wait a minute, where are my earplugs??? O.O HOLD ON ZELL!!! I CAN'T FIND MY EAR PLUGS!!!!)

SO BRING SOOOOOOOOOOME OUT HERE!!!!!!!!! (Cathy: O.O _ OOWWWW!!!! MY EARS!!!! (Writhing in agony))

*^O^* Good tidings I bring to couples merry,

(getting slower, emphasizing the up-coming ending) I wish you a Zelly Chriiiiiiiiisstmaaaaaaaaaasss (*gaaaaasp*) *^O^* AND A HAAAAAAPPYYYYYY NEEEEWWWWW YYEEEEEAAAAAAAARRR!!!!!!!

Seifer opened the door, letting a warm mince-pie-smelling waft of air through to the cold outside world where poor little Zell was standing.

"Zell! What winds bring you here?!"

"Hello my good dear little bum-chum friend! I felt that maybe a good round of festive cheer might make you feel merrier towards Christmas! Andalsosomelovelymincepieswouldbelovelythankyouverymuch!!!!!".

Seifer thought for about a minute, unscrambling that last sentence. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Spending a bit too long thinking. Spending long enough time thinking that icicles began to form on Zell's spikes.

".Nah!" Seifer shut the door, leaving Zell to freeze outside.

"Maybe if I sing a little more, then I might get some mince pies at the end of the day!" At this warming thought, Zell puffed himself up ready to sing again.

Ready? One, two three!

*^O^* ONCE IN ROOOOOYAL DAAAVIIID'S CIIITY.

A shout from Seifer could be heard from within the house, making Zell stop singing (thank goodness for all!). Zell couldn't make out what he said, so he pressed his ear against the door to hear a bit better.

"SHUT UP CHICKEN-WUSS BEFORE I WRING YOUR NECK AND MAKE AN EGG POP OUT AND STICK IT WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!!!!!"

Somehow Zell felt he won't be getting any scrumplicious mince pies from here. Poor old Zell, stuck in the cold for doing a good deed (really?!) and has no reward for his magnificent efforts. Where else could he go to try and earn himself some mince pies? Of course! There's always Mr. and Mrs. Kramer's house! They're kind enough to give Zell mince pies! Or are they.





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