"Hey Moe, what are we doing?"

"Xavier said for us to go somewhere and fix something."

Larry scratched his head. "I thought he told us to go and get fixed…"

Moe glared. "That's what I said!"

Curly looked around the hallway they'd walked into. Then he noticed a door of some type. "Hey Moe, look!"

"Good eyes, Knucklehead."

As they walked in, they didn't notice a red light flick on.

"It's an elevator."

"Kind of fancy."

When they came out, they noticed some type of control room.

Curly walked over. "Nyuk, Nyuk. What do these do?"

Moe glared. "Don't touch those!"

"Ooops…"

"Whaddya mean oops?!"

Then they heard a resounding cry of "How'd Coyote get in here!" followed by maniacal laughter.

Moe looked at the other two. "Lets get out of here!" They ran into the elevator and then down the hallway.

Logan and Jinx who had come to the quietest place in the mansion for a moment of peace while Jamie's parents and Angelica's father handled things for a minute or two, were being chased around by a laughing coyote in a Santa suit.

"How'd he get here!"

Coyote laughed again. "The Mcguffin device can access satellites if you do it correctly… and I was in a Cobra computer for awhile!"

They screamed some more as they got pelted by chocolate pudding.

Upstairs in the control room, a button was pressed in with a light flashing above it. A sign above had the words "Forge put this in, don't press if you value your sanity."

- - - - - - -

"Couldn't you have put me in solitary?"

"Oh come on Hacks."

Hacks snarled at Arcade. "How many times do I have to tell you? Leave me alone!"

"Why? We're two geniuses. We can wreak havoc." Arcade cackled madly. "With the Misfits at our side, nobody can stand against us."

"Never mind, with these nutcases your lack of medication probably keeps your reflexes in shape."

They walked toward the chaos, wrapped up with gaudy Holiday cheer.

"Least I could do is stay the night… how bad could it get?"

"Hey Hacks."

"What now, Arcade?"

"I've got one of your laptops."

Hacks paused then turned. "It better not be damaged."

"Here you are." Arcade handed it over.

"Well, at least the weekend won't be a total loss."

Arcade looked around. "So what do you want to do?"

"Get away from you."

"But it's been awhile since we've hung out as friends."

"Since when are we friends!" Hacks yelled.

"Ah, what a kidder."

Hacks grumbled as he was dragged along.

Behind them, several waiters ran screaming out of a restaurant followed by a flaming dragon and a drunk parrot. Hank and Jean ran out after them.

"Lockheed! Bad Dragon! Get back here you crazy parrot!"

"So…"

Hacks stopped and grinned. "Actually I think I have an idea…"

"What?"

"The FOH sent me to the mansion. They probably knew that I don't have problems with mutants, so they avoided telling me. I think it's time they…. Donated some money to some worthy causes."

Arcade grinned. "Like you?"

"Some of it. I won't deny that. I also have a few friends in some key radio and tv stations…" He rubbed his hands together. "Oh yeah, this will be a wonderful Christmas."