A/N: Hey everyone!!! Just a standard disclaimer to make the feddies happy…
"I do so swear, that I do not own Cowboy Bebop. The only thing I own of worth is my DVD player and my computer, SO GO AHEAD AND SUE ME!!!
So help me God.
December 23:
Jet Black sighed as he watched the tip of his cigarette glow in the darkness. Life on the Bebop was getting, well… boring. They hadn't had a decent bounty in weeks, and money was disappearing quickly.
Suddenly, the screen in front of his face flickered to life, and a balding man with scars covering one-half of his face peered intently at Jet.
"Jet? That you Jet?"
Jet blinked. "Fred? Fred Dirk? How ya been pal?"
Fred smiled quickly. "Fine, just fine. But I'm not making a social call."
Jet raised an eyebrow. "I see. Go ahead."
Fred glanced around him to make sure no one was listening. "I've got a bounty for you. Worth a helluva lot, but this is going to be the toughest bounty you've ever hunted."
Jet blinked, and leaned forward. "Yeah? And does this bounty have a name?"
Faye Valentine hummed to herself, as the hot water poured over her body. "Ummmm… You make me feel like a natural womaaaaannnnn…."
She poured some shampoo into her palm and began massaging it into her violet hair. Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. Faye shrieked as Jet stuck his head in, looking more than slightly frazzled. "Faye! Get the hell out here! We've got a bounty to catch! C'mon!" he suddenly noticed that Faye was naked, and his whole head turned red, making him look like a sunburned radish.
"GET OUT, YOU OAF!" shrieked Faye, desperately trying to cover herself.
"Uh… yeah." Jet backed out, making a point of closing the door.
Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the fourth, focused on the tiny brush gripped tightly in her right hand. She dipped it slowly into the flamingo pink polish, and moved it slowly towards her left hand. Very carefully, she began to paint slow stripes onto her fingernails, biting her lip as she fought to keep from smearing the perfect nailpolish.
Suddenly, the door to her room burst open, startling Ed so much she fell off her bed, sending the pink bottle of nail polish flying over her head.
"WAAAAUGH!" shrieked Ed, diving in a desperate attempt to catch the precious bottle. Bright pink paint spilled out of the bottle as it somersaulted through the air, splattering across Ed's face. Knocking aside her laptop, she just managed to grab the bottle, an inch above the ground.
"Wheeew…"
"EDWARD!" Jet shouted from the doorway, startling her (yet again), so much she threw the bottle upwards, and it dropped onto her head, all the precious pink nailpolish oozing into her hair, and dripping onto her nose.
"Edward!" Jet shouted again. "C'mon! We've got a bounty waiting for us! Quit dilly-dallying!" He shut the door behind him, totally oblivious to the fiasco he had caused.
"Gugh…" Ed moaned, eyeing the dripped pink paint with disgust.
Spike Spiegel concentrated on his heartbeat, as he extended his right leg out, bringing his left fist in close to his body.
It had taken him all day to find a quiet spot to exercise. Finally he had taken refuge in the laundry room, working on his fighting between a basin of dirty water, and a box full of laundry detergent.
He relaxed, letting his mind drift as his body went through the movements.
Suddenly, the laundry room door banged open, startling Spike so much, he tripped, falling face first into the basin of dirty water. One of his failing feet caught the edge of the detergent box, upending the white powder all over him.
He slowly picked himself up, as the detergent stuck to his soaked and dirty body. "JJJJJJJJJJJETTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!" He yelled, whirling towards the figure in the door.
"What are you doing?! Stop horsing around!" Jet yelled. "Hurry! We've got a bounty to catch! Come ON!" He started to leave, then turned back to Spike. "The powder thing really isn't working for you, Spike." He ducked and ran off, as Spike chucked his boots at Jet cursing after him.
A few minutes later, Jet stared at the assembled bounty crew. Faye had wrapped herself in a towel, and was smoldering in the chair. Ed glared at him from her perch on the top of Faye's chair, the pink nailpolish already dried on her face and hair. Spike glowered from the couch, covered head-to-toe in crusty detergent, leaving puddles of dirty water and white dust wherever he stepped.
"Well, boys and girls, we have a new bounty to catch."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "How much he worth?"
Jet grinned. "A cool 50 million woolongs."
Faye turned towards Jet. "Who is this bounty?"
Jet's grin grew sadistic. "Looks like we're going to pay a visit to the North Pole…"