Eventually Santa holts the battle upon seeing Jeff and Hayley arrive, Santa saying Jeff, saying Jeff is still on the good list and shall be spared. Jeff reluctantly walks up to Santa's side, but upon seeing elves threaten Hayley Jeff and runs back to the others, Sally hugging Jeff saying she knew he would return, Jeff smiles and returns it.

Jeff finally confronts Stan saying if it were up to him he would of taken the others but leave Stan there, revealing he was smart enough to at least understand that Stan was an asshole to him, Stan is finally proud of him. Seras meanwhile is seen hugging Carly, to the point Carly even tells her to loosen her grip. But suddenly the battle continues and Michael continues to snipe as the others fire AK47's.

The family is group are eventually nearly overrun, but Santa sees the sun rising and bitterly tells his men to fall back, just as Michael said they only had the one night.

Santa disappears, leaving behind a letter warning them that he will return next year to take his revenge and kill them, while the Smith family realizes that they have found a new Christmas tradition.

"Whatever, I'm going back home, come on Michael." Seras said, throwing down her mini-gun and heading back to a parked helicopter hidden in some trees so it wouldn't be destroyed in the fight.

"You coming Carly?" Michael asked.

"Oh jee, I don't know. I kinda started liking it here." Carly admitted.

"It's okay Carly, go be with your dad." Sally said.

"Very well.. Come on Pink."

"Oh I.. I kinda wanna stay with Francine." Pinkie admitted, having developed an off screen friendship with her.

"Aww." Francine said adorably.

"I.. Fine.. But FaceTime me." Carly said, Pink nodes and they hug. She also hugs Sally, who she was less insistent on bringing, as she still didn't know Sal quite as well. "You can take Hayley two, I think started liking you a bit more than me, though that's okay, I wanna go see Dash anyway."

"Suit yourself.. Hat girl." Hayley giggled.

"I hope she's doing okay." Sally said to herself.


AA MEETING:

Peter: (drunk) So I clicked on it, and the... The girl's got a bigger wang than I got.

Dash (drunk) No way!

Peter: Right!? So I.. So I just put my thumb over it, and then... And that got me through the rest of... of the... of the session.

Dash: ... I think I was spiked at prom.

Peter: Oh that's just... That... Your life sucks.

Dash: Yeah.. :(

Bruce: Oh no's I see a police man!

Peter: Quick, places everyone!


AA MEETING:

Peter: (drunk) So I clicked on it, and the... The girl's got a bigger wing than I got.

Dash (drunk) No way!

Peter: Right!? So I.. So I just put my thumb over it, and then... And that got me through the rest of... of the... of the session.

Dash: ... I think I was spiked at prom.

Peter: Oh that's just... That... Your life sucks.

Dash: Yeah.. :(

Bruce: Oh no, I see a policeman!

Peter: Quick, everyone!


Joe: All right, what the hell's going on here? We got a noise complaint.

Dash: Joe, shh. Peter's about to start.

Peter (as pastor) We are gathered here again tonight, fellow AA members, to talk about the greatest temptation the Devil ever created: Alcohol.

(humming tune)

Peter: (singing) Mr. Booze... Mr. Booze... Mr. B-double-O-Z-E...

Crowd: That sure spells booze...

Peter: You will wind up wearing tattered shoes if you mess with Mr. Booze.

Crowd: Don't mess with Mr. Booze!... Don't mess with Mr. Booze...

Peter: If you've been so stiff they thought you died, you'll feel better once you've testified.

Crowd: Testify! Oh, yeah! Testify!

Bruce: I want to testify!

Peter: Well then, cleanse yourself, my son. Cleanse yourself.

Bruce: One time, I took a "library" book out, and I fell asleep reading it, and I left it under the bed. I forgot about it for three and a half years. I was going to take it back on Amnesty Day, but on Amnesty Day, I had a sip of rosé wine, and I never made it out of the house.

Peter: Who's to blame? What's his name? We know his name. His name is Mr. Booze. Mr. Booze... Mr. B-double-O-Z-E, don't ever choose. Any game you play with him you lose. So don't mess with Mr. Booze..

Peter: If your head feels like it's two miles wide...

Crowd: Two miles wide...

Peter: You'll feel better once you've testified.

Crowd: Testify! Oh, yes! Testify!

Dash: I want to testify. I want to testify.

Peter: Then cleanse yourself dear sister.

Dash: I was dared by a boyfriend to steal booze from a store and we got hammered on the beach. He ran off and left me to get arrested, I was bailed out but swore to never drink again.. And yet each morning I wake up somewhere new.. Last time was at Peter's house.

Petee: Who's to blame? What's his name!? His name is Mr. Booze, Mr. Booze... Mr. B-double-O-Z-E, you must refuse! You'll make the obituary if you mess with Mr. Booze.

Peter: If you've been so stiff they thought you died, you'll feel better once you've testified. Testify, testify!

Tom Tucker: This man wants to testify.

Peter: Very well, my brother. Let us lead him on the path of righteousness.

Tom: This poor gentleman used to speak in long, eloquent sentences, but after years of drinking, he can only speak in short, choppy utterances. Why, at one time, if you asked him who his favorite musicians were, he'd say Leonard Bernstein, Johann Sebastian Bach and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. But thanks to that old devil hooch, it's all changed. Who's your favorite musician, Ollie?

Ollie: CHER!

Tom: He doesn't even like Cher.

Brian: Now, alcohol makes a big man small, and can lead to a life of crime.

Crowd: Yeah!

Bruce: Demon rum makes a gent a bum, and you cash in before your time.

Crowd: Yeah!

Dash: Basket case, fall on your face, and there's only one guy to blame...

Audience: Mr. B-Double O-Z-E! Mr. Booze! Mr. Booze! Mr. B-Double O-Z-E Don't ever choose!

Peter: You will wind up wearing tattered shoes, If you mess with Mr. Booze.

Audience: Don't mess with Mr. Booze!

Peter: Oh Mr. Booze

Audience: Don't mess with Mr. Booze~

Peter: Oh Mr. Booze

Audience: Don't mess with Mr Boozw.

Brian: Don't mess with B-Double O-Z-E. Cause that spells booze. And your gonna lose with Mr. Booooze

Audience: Ohhh, yeaaaah.

Brian: Don't mess around with Mr. Booze.

Peter: Oh mister Booze.

Audience: Don't mess with Mr. Booze

Peter: Oh Mr. Booze

Audience: Don't mess with Mr. Booze

Audience: Don't mess with Misteeeeer, booooooze. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Everyone: Yeah!


I wanna mention I aged up Dash and Sally..

Augest 13th 1979

Dash: July 31st 1983

I'll add it to the character profiles on my front page..