Chapter 3: Christmas Tree Decor
Later...
Once the tree was put in its place and decorated, it came time to put on the big star. Boss held it tightly and climbed up the stairs to the top of the tree. Caitlin walked up beside him with Bossy and whispered in his ear, "I think you should let Bossy put the star on."
"He'll drop it on Hamtaro's head, though," Boss remarked as he pointed at Hamtaro below the tree.
"That wouldn't be much of a bad thing, actually... At least hold him while you're putting it on."
"What if I fall?"
"...Never mind." Caitlin held Bossy closer to her as she stepped away. Boss stood up on the railing and reached toward the top of the tree. He could not quite reach it though. Boss turned around and held his arms out.
"I need Bossy to put it on. I can't reach it."
Caitlin hesitated before reluctantly handing Bossy to Boss. Boss held the star up to Bossy, and the little baby snatched onto it and began chewing on it. Boss sighed as he stood on the railing and reached out toward the tree. Bossy continued chewing on the star when Boss held him up to the top of the tree to put it on.
"Put it on the tree, Bossy...," Boss murmured as he inched farther.
Bossy gave the tree one look, the star another, and then let out an ear-ringing wail. Boss jumped out of shock but managed to keep his balance this year. He glanced back at Caitlin with a desperate look, and Caitlin got up on the railing. She took the star from Bossy and held onto him.
"Alrighteh."
"You're telling me to let YOU put it on?"
"Yes."
Boss gave another sigh as he picked up his wife and leaned out near the tree. Caitlin put the star on the top of the tree with no problem. He set her back down on the stairs but fell over the railing again this year.
"...Ow..."
"Aww, man, Boss! You landed on my thing and crushed it!" Stan whined as he pointed at him.
"Too bad I didn't fall on your head..."
Meanwhile...
Mike glanced around the living room lighted by the fire. The new Christmas tree stood glamorously next to the fireplace decorated with sparkling glass ornaments. Becky had set up the mistletoe trap at the door of the living room again.
"Ah, different from last year, yet the same," he whispered to himself. "But this year we'll be having a guest..."
"Are you talking about Plan B of Plan C?" Stella inquired as she walked over with a strand of garland.
"...Shhh... You've told the others, right?"
"Yea. They thought it was an awesome idea. Or that's what they said... They thought it was cool. I mean, it's always fun to always have other people around..."
"...You're making this up, no?"
"No."
"Alright." Mike stood up and walked over to the Christmas tree. "I gotta go Christmas shopping sometime..."