The little black kitty that was watching our selfishly narcissistic friend decided to leave its perch. The kitty leaped throughout the snow like a little kitty-bunny towards a tree. Beside the tree was a large blue-haired man with a matching moustache. The man was watching Roy, Lilina, and Wolt play in the snow. The trio was oblivious to this stranger's surveillance, as if he wasn't there at all. The kitty pounced up onto the man's knee while the man was consuming a warm potpie.
"Meow!" the kitty called the man sweetly.
"No, Kitty! This is my potpie!" said the man. He moved the potpie away from the kitty's reach.
"Meow!"
"No! It's mine!"
"Meow!"
"Go away, Kitty! No!"
"Meow!"
"Gosh darn it, Kitty! This is my potpie! It ain't yours!" shouted the man.
"Brother, you really need to work on your manners," said another man. He looked a little younger than the potpie guy did.
"But that blasted cat wanted my potpie!" exclaimed the potpie guy.
"Doesn't that cat look familiar…?" the other guy wondered aloud.
The kitty looked at one brother, then to the other one.
"It's just a darn kitty that wants my darn potpie!!!"
"Meow! I kinda had a slight problem and mispronounced something and de ja vu again! This time I'm the black kitty! Let's hope that nobody tries to teach him how to shoot an arrow again… I'd hate to be that one kitty like that one time, remember that?" said the kitty. Both men looked at the kitty in disbelief.
"Wait a minute… I remember that one time we were all traveling and that Super Nerd was being stalked by those cats and Little Red Riding Hood was laughing at that one's fate and Super Nerd got all evil and crazy… You should have been there, Brother. Pretty weird, though," said the potpie guy.
"Su-Super Nerd?!" the kitty exclaimed. It was definitely offended by the potpie guy's comment. "If I wasn't stuck in this form, I'd hex you up with one of the spells! I may not be able to cast spells right now, but I can still put those Elder Magic books to good use! Throw the book at you, like a judge!"
"Brother? Doesn't this cat sound like… like…?" the other man started to say.
"Like who?"
"Canas?"
"Oh? What do you mean?"
"Well, he's the only one who says 'Elder Magic' instead of 'Dark Magic'… Whatever happen to the guy?"
"I've heard that he died in a freak snowstorm somewhere in Ilia…"
"Yes, that's true!" cried the cat.
Both men screamed, causing Roy and his friends to look over at the tree. They didn't see anyone or anything, but they heard the screams.
"Sorry about that, gentlemen. I've been spying on this young lad who's got the Scrooge bug for some time now. Perhaps we should play Christmas ghosts on him, no?" asked Canas the Cat.
"What?! I'm NOT going to go around dragging chains and wearing sheets over my head! Make me and I'll skin you alive!" shouted the potpie guy.
"Technically, you can't because I'm a ghost," replied Canas.
"Blast it!" cursed the potpie guy.
"Brother, it should be a good idea. Heck, we'll be teaching the lad some Christmas spirit by actually BEING spirits!" said the younger-looking guy.
"I don't want to. Not no way, not no how!"
"I'll haunt Lilina and tell her embarrassing stories about you during the adventure," threatened the guy.
"No! Please! Don't tell her--"
"Like the time Huey got your arm…" grinned the guy slyly.
"Ah-hahahaha! You got attacked by an innocent lil' pegasus!" laughed the feline shaman.
"Shut up!" shouted the potpie guy.
"Or the time you ran at the enemy and crashed into Merlinus' tent and got entangled in it…"
"I still get tickled by that memory!"
"Ok! Ok! I give! Just don't tell Lilina ANY of that!" shouted the potpie guy. "I don't want her to remember her old man as an idiot or anything like that…"
"As if you weren't one enough," laughed his brother.
"SHUT UP!"
"Ok, then. Now that we've settled on whether to do this or not… How are we going to choose who's going to be the Ghost of Christmas Past, Present, and Future?" asked Canas.
"You should be Future, Canas. It was your idea," said the other brother. "Hector should be Past because he's the baby in the family--"
"Quit it, Uther!" protested Hector.
"--And I'll be Present, I guess."
"Sounds like a plan then. We'll haunt the lad on Christmas Eve, which is a couple weeks from now. We'll utilize the time by drawing up a plan on what to tell the lad. Ok, then, let's move out!" Canas, Hector, and Uther disappeared like ghosts, leaving nothing behind (not even the potpie).