(Well, here's Chapter nine! Woohoo! Wow…it's eight o'clock…I keep writing these later and later…LETS SEE IF I GET DONE BEFORE MIDNIGHT! ONWARD, MINIONS!)
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Yugi: Kaiba, I think I landed on something quite sharp when the plane crashed…
Seto: *has several chibis hanging from him* I believe there are several more pressing matters that need to be attended to…
Yugi: FINE! Be that way! *runs into the cabin to be tackled my Chibi Syra*
Chibi Syra: No! Yugi's bleeding! HE'S GONNA DIE! *begins crying*
Yugi: It's merely a flesh wound… @_@
Yami: No stealing lines from Monty Python…Unless you have coconuts.
Jay: *poping in randomly* Here's your coconuts! Early Christmas Eve present right here people! Enjoy! *begins handing out coconuts*
Everyone: …
Chibi Sinea: *bangs two halves of the coconut together* He he…
Jay: Thank you! *bows and disappears*
Li & Sinea: Bye bye Jay Jay!
Seto: Now back to the more pressing matters I was talking about… *points at a large flame that was now consuming the plane…*
Everyone: *creates a huge panic as everyone scrambles to get off the plane*
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(Now back to our lovely…pink…studio…)
Random Pokéfan: *talks to no one in particular* I have reason to believe that the characters of the anime that once dominated this little game show have taken the chibis not only to see Santa but to turn them back to the way they once were so that Pokémon will no longer rule the world and… *passes out from lack of air* …Release the troops…
(A large hole appears in the ground and an assortment of…Pokéthings…are launched out of it. Destination: North Pole)
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(No back to the idiots with the chibis.)
All the Chibis: WE WANT SANTA! WE WANT SANTA! WE WANT SANTA!
Joey: Okay! Okay! Hold your horses!
All the Chibis: But we don't have any horses…
Everyone: …
(In the cargo area of the plane, whilst thy heroes ponder what thou speakth next…)
Stole-away Chibi: *talks to hamster* C'mon, Cinnamon! Lets go see Santa before anyone else!
Cinnamon: *what ever hamsters say…sorry, not fluent in hamsterese*
Stole-Away Chibi: Yes, yes. All in good time. This mission shall be accomplished or my name isn't Mystic! *walks out of the plane right in front of our ever-so observant heroes without being seen, walks into Santa's workshop, even though it was locked, and right into Santa's office, despite the hidden cameras, laser beams, fifty or so Dobermans, and the eye DNA and hand print recognition locks*
Santa: Wha…what are you doing here?
Mystic: I'm here to collect. No fork over the presents old man!
Santa: And if I don't?
Mystic: then I press this. *points to the 'make elves go crazy and destroy all the presents' button*
Santa: NO! Last time someone pressed that, it started the Dark Ages!
Mystic: The Dark Ages?
Santa: …I've been in this business for a long time.
Mystic: *blink* Well I'll still press it if I don't get my presents right now!
Santa: *sigh* Alright, fine…
Mystic: WEEEEE!!! *jumps into his lap* I want a pony and a coloring book and candy and a new wheel for Cinnamon and some hamster treats and an fish tank that Cinnamon can swim in and…
Santa: STOP! I can't stand kids these days! Always 'I want this' and 'I want that!' I'm sure that if you were older, you'd be much more sensible. *blank stare* That's it! I'll turn all the kids in the world in to teenagers! *uses Christmassy magic*
POP!
Mystic: *is now a teen* Huh?…What happened?
Loud Shriek from outside: Oh no! Yugi! You're bleeding! YOU'RE GONNA DIE AND LEAVE ME ALL ALONE!!!
Mystic: Yugi? Oh no! *runs outside*
Santa: Whew. Glad that's over. Now back to plotting world domination…
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(Somewhere in Nebraska…)
Mother: Dear, don't you think Junior is growing up a little too fast?
Father: Oh Honey, they all grow up fast.
Mother: But Dear just a few minutes ago, he was drooling over a picture book. Now he's drooling over a dirty magazine!
Father: …Eh, it's just a phase.
Mother: *sigh* Whatever you say, Dear.
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(And now, back to the frozen wonderland…)
Syra: *is clinging to Yugi* DON'T DIE ON ME YUGI!
Yugi: *sigh* Don't worry, I won't.
Syra: *hic* *hic* You mean it?
Yugi: -.-U
Mystic: *runs up* Yugi! Are you alright?
Yugi: Eh heh…
Cinnamon: *runs up and jumps on Ryou's shoulder and rubs against him*
Nova: Back off, rodent. He's my man!
Tristan: Hey, what happened anyway? Why aren't they chibis anymore?
Syra: What? Chibis?
Random Pokéafan: *rides onto the scene on some unnamed Pokémon* I have them in my sights!…Wait, THEY'RE NOT CHIBIS ANYMORE! WHY? WHY ME? WHY BLUEBERRY STUFFED WAFFLES?
Damian: *is being chased by miltanks* AAAAAAHHH! EVIL POKEMON COWS!!!
Syra: …I have no idea what's going on, but I'm gonna fix it! *pulls out the almighty AUTHORESS PEN* I banish you to…THE OZING BLACK PIT OF DOOM!
Random Pokéfan: Oh crap… *disappears with all the Pokémon*
Everyone: YAY! THE WORLD IS SAVED…*all look a Syra and her almighty AUTHORESS PEN* Why didn't you just use that in the first palce?!
Syra: And ruin the plot? Tch. *turns to Mystic* Do you realize that you made it possible to save the world from the evil of cute and fluffiness?
Mystic: …If I say yes, do I get stuff?
Syra: Sure.
Mystic: Then yes, I have full knowledge that my actions paved the way to saving our existence. NOW GIMME!
Syra: To our Savior, uh…
Mystic: Mystic.
Syra: …Mystic, I bestow upon you 5 million pounds of sugar and Ryou and Yugi plushies!
Mystic: Yay! *takes all the items and boards the Curse of Dragon, which takes her to Ra knows where…*
Syra: *stares dramatically into the distance* The darkness has been sealed away. But with the coming of a new dawn, new challenges will arise. Though no matter how strong these obstacles are, we will always rise up to overcome them!
(A gust of wind then blew that would have added to the dramatic moment, if not for Syra shivering violently and yelling at the top of her lungs, 'WHERE THE *BEEP* IS MY COAT?!')
Welp, I managed to finish this thing around ten…@_@ Anyone who reviews will get a plushie of their favorite character!
Woo. I can't wait 'til tomorrow! There's this big *beep* present under the tree that I must know what it is! Night all! Merry Christmas!