Authors note: OK, I'm listening to some Mariah Carey remix, so just try to imagine
the music. Besides, this fic is supposed to be silly. Merry Christmas people!

The Animorphs stepped into the room.
A dead silence filled the room, aside from the weird mix of dracon beams and Andalite tails
swapping, that Yeerks seem to think is music.
Hey guys! Visser Three yelled, filling up the silence, Welcome to the party!
Hey, Visser Jake said meekly,
"Hrrrrf" Rachel grumbled, she didn't want to be there, Erek and the other Chee had
invited them to their party and Rachel had wanted to go, but Jake being Jake
had said, "We owe it to Visser three! Remember, doody?" he said significantly, and Rachel
had remembered that painfull procces which had included 'doody' (Refer back to book
#31, chapter 24, page 112, if you don't understand)
Let's make the most of this party, Marco said, Ax, may we dance?
Ofcourse I'd like to shuffle my artificial hooves with you, Marco! Ax replied,
then the weird couple (an Andalite, and a large Gorilla) headed to the dance floor that
consisted mainly of a few host-less Yeerks, fourteen or fifteen Hork-Bajir, one or two Taxxons (That
Visser Three could only hope were kissing, and hopefully not... well, having each other
as a mid-party snack) and Visser Three, or V3 as he calls himself these days, he likes having
this suave look.
Wanna dance? Jake asked Cassie,
Explain to me how exactly a Tiger and a Wolf are going to dance?
Well, it would be pretty easy for them to make out...
I like what you're thinking, I think I see a door over there
Lead the way, baay-beee!
You two are just sick! Tobias muttered,
You're just jelous because we can kiss Jake said and marched off with Cassie.
Tobias landed on Rachel's shoulder.
This is a great party Tobias said,
Yeah, whatever...
Rachel, are you checking out that Polar bear on the other side of the room? Tobias demanded,
Uh-huh! she said, Now that is one hot bear!
Rachel!? Tobias yelled, outraged.
As Marco said, we all have to make the most of this party! Rachel said and ran over to the Polar Bear.
Oh Well... Tobias said, looked around, and took his rubber duck out of his little birdy pocket.
Who says I need a real date? he asked.