(Here we go! Last chapter! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!)

Moneybags hit the ground hard. "Yaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" he screamed. Then he looked around. He was back in his own room! The morning sun was peeking through his window, and there was snow falling lightly.

"I-I-I'm alive!" he exclaimed. "I'm alive! What day is it? How long have I been gone?" He ran to the open window and looked out. Skip the goat was walking down the street, whistling. "Hello!" shouted Moneybags across the distance between the sidewalk and his own house. (a long way) Skip looked around. "What?" she yelled back.

"HELLO!" shouted Moneybags again. Skip cocked her head. "Um, hi!"

"What day is it?"

"What?"

"What day is it?!"

"Which way is it?"

"WHAT DAY IS IT?"

"It's Christmas, you dumbbell!"

"Christmas! It's Christmas!" squealed the bear. "Merry Christmas!" he yelled to the goat.

"What?"

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hairy fishnuts?"

"No, Merry Christmas!!"

"Oh! You too."

"Hey, goat!" shouted Moneybags. "Do me a favor. Go to the store and buy me one of those really big turkeys." Skip looked at him in shock. "What are you, crazy? Those things cost like…"

"I'll pay you double when you get back."

"Yes sir!" shouted Skip as she ran off to the store. Moneybags could hardly wait for her to return. In the meantime, he got a shower (AAAA! Bad image! Bad image!), ate a quick breakfast, and called Frank. "Hello, Frank?" he asked as the phone was answered. "I'm just calling to tell you that I will come over after all."

"Wow! Really?" asked Frank.

"Yep! Can you hold the meal till noon?"

"Sure!"

"Well, I'll be there all right! Good-bye!" said the bear cheerfully as he hung up. About then the doorbell rang. Moneybags hurried to answer it. There was a big turkey at the door. "I got it!" shouted Skip. "That'll be $34.50"

Moneybags handed her the money. "Keep the change!" he said. "I've got some people to visit!" he grabbed the bird and ran to his car. Skip shrugged and ran off to be with her friends.

Meanwhile, at the house of certain overworked, underpaid employees….

"Guys! Clem's walking again!" shouted Hunter. The three others hurried into the room. Clem was standing under the window by the door, slowly making his way along the wall. "Oh! How neat!" Exclaimed Elora. "Lemme get the camera!"

Suddenly, the door burst open, slamming Clem up against the wall. One arm stuck out from behind the door and twitched. Moneybags stood in the open doorway.

"Dude." said Spyro. "The restraining order says you're not supposed to come within fifty yards of our house!"

"Forget the restraining order." said Moneybags, in as gruff a tone as he could manage. "I've had it terminated." five groans were heard in the room. "Now, now, cut that out!" said the bear, stepping over the threshold. "I've got a very important announcement to make."

"Did you set the work clock back again?"

"NO! I've been thinking, and I believe it's time I gave you guys…..a raise!" he squealed. "And this turkey!" He shoved the big bird into their arms. They looked at it, speechless. Clumsy Clem managed to peel himself off the wall. "Um, what's going on?" asked Bianca as they all exchanged 'Has he had too much to drink?' looks. "Are we on Candid Camera?"

"Not at all!" said Moneybags. "I've changed for the better! From now on, things are going to be a lot easier for you guys over at the pizzeria."

"Actually, we'd be satisfied if you tore up our contracts and told the other restaurants to hire us."

"That'll work too!" said Moneybags, pulling out their contracts and tearing them up.

"YAY!" they all said, running over to him and trampling Clem in the process. It was one big group hug. Clem sat up, pulled some of the bandages off his face, and said "God bless us, every one!" Then a 400 pound safe landed on him.

"CUT!" yelled Panthergirl. Spyro, Hunter, Elora, and Bianca immediately let go of Moneybags. "Ugh!" shuddered Spyro. "I feel like I need to go scrub myself!"

"Me too." Elora agreed as they walked off the set. Panthergirl opened up the safe, allowing Clem to fall out. "You okay, dude?"

He gave her thumbs up. Panthergirl looked up. "Okay! Who's in charge of props?" Sabina raised her hand. "Okay, Sabina, what did I tell you about pushing a joke too far?"

"Ummm….."

"Forget it, it'll have to do. Okay people! That's a wrap! Let's get this footage edited and posted."

Stagehands came in and started cleaning up the set while the rest of the cast stepped off of it and into the studio. "Hey Panther." said Hunter. "Why couldn't we have just beat the bear up?" Panthergirl rolled her eyes while writing on her clipboard. "Because this is a classic Christmas story, and I wanted to make a good parody of it."

"But we had to hug that-"

"Do you want me to write you out of every fanfic I write from now on?"

"Okay, but next year we're doing "The Grinch".

"Fine with me." said Panthergirl as Hunter walked off. "Oh, and Moneybags!" she yelled. "Stop charging people for the free donuts!" Moneybags sulked as the costume cart was pushed by. "When do we get paid?" asked Elora.

"This is a volunteer operation. You should have read the fine print." Panthergirl handed her some clubs. "Go whack Moneybags if you need to get rid of any frustration. Elora grinned. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Elora went off and started whacking the bear, while several people joined in. Panthergirl was on her way to editing when she noticed that a camera was still on. "Hey, who left this camera on?! Quit filming! The show's over!" she covered up the lens with her hand.

Static.

"Oh, and Merry Christmas, everyone!"

Static.

(Well, I'm done! That bit at the end right there was just an impulse maneuver because I though the way I was ending the actual story was too weird. Plus I though it explains nicely why a lot of the character were out of character. I'm only going to say a few words to tie up loose ends and then I'm done.

If you wondering, the Spirit of Christmas future was played by Hunter and Bianca.

Clumsy Clem DID get his operation and he didn't die. Which is good news, cause I still need him to play humorous cameos.

Spyro, Hunter, Elora, and Bianca quit working for Moneybags and found a better job.

Macob Jarley was still dead.

Moneybags was freed from his fate of being shackled for eternity. (Sorry. He's still got a contract. And a lawyer.)

Moneybags joined his nephew for Christmas dinner and had a little too much eggnog.

I fired the costume department because they kept trying to steal the outfits.

That's it! Merry Christmas everyone! Oh, and no flames about the ending, please. You know how the story goes. )