Part 11

"All right, let's see if I understand…" Jack said, as he knelt down near a table where Raven, Robin, and Bumblebee were. "You have called me from my realm for my aid, because an evil version of Sandy Claws has gotten loose here, and I…am somehow needed for you to stop him?"

"Yes." Raven said. "I will admit though, we did this without your consent. We had no way of contacting you, so we just brought you. If you wish, we can return you home and deal with this problem by ourselves."

"Hmmmmmmm…" Jack said, scratching his nonexistent chin. "Well, I am still not sure what I can do…well, besides, GRAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jack bellowed, making his best scary face and noise. The Titans recoiled a bit, while there was a high-pitched pair of screams and then the sound of a door slamming.

"Well, he just permanently traumatized Mas Y Menos." Speedy commented.

"Yikes. Haven't lost your touch, Jack." Raven said.

"Why thank you Madame Raven. Well, since you had such high faith in me to summon me, of all the forces you could, I should at least try to help you. Besides, I do love your costumes…though I must admit, most of you have a LITTLLLE too much color."

"Ok then…Jack…" Robin said, still not sure if all this was really happening. Sophie, meanwhile, was approaching shyly.

"Um…Mr. Jack?"

"Yes?"

"…Could you sign this for me? I'm a big fan." Sophie said, holding up a Jack promo shot.

"Really? You look like a big human to me." Jack said, and signed the picture. Sophie held it up, looking gushy, while Scalpel growled and glared nearby.

"I say you can scare him." Sophie said.

"And even if you can't, there must be something you can do." Raven said.

"Perhaps I can sing! Oh this is…"

"STOP!" Robin yelled.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Um…you can't sing here."

"Uh…you just can't."

"But I'm Jack Skellington! I have to sing!"

"But you can't."

"Why?"

Sorry Jack, this site doesn't allow copyrighted songs. Which yours are. So you can't sing.

"But, but…"

"They'll be plenty of time for singing after we save the day." Gauntlet said, jumping in with the save.

"…all right, if you insist." Jack said.

Hey I'd want singing too, just not allowed…

"...THIS IS…!" Jack tried to begin anyway.

An eraser came down and erased Jack's mouth.

Sorry man, this goes beyond even MY power. Don't make it difficult.

The pencil drew Jack's mouth back in.

"…All right, you called me to help. How do I help?" Jack said.

"Well Jack, first we have to find this Santa that was unleashed." Raven said. "Robin?"

"Well, let's see…where would an evil Santa thinking he has free reign go…and do…in the hands of two authors who can't stop doing random humour and parodies?"

Apparently, he had decided that trying to kill a whole city would take too long or get repetitive so fast, so he'd had a new idea.

"You're a mean one, Santa Claus!" Santa Claus, as played in a film by Bill Goldberg, and hereby referred to as Santaberg, sang to himself as he shoved various electronics into his sack.

Hey! You have to follow the same rules you know!

"Oh bite me!" Santaberg shot back.

Great choice for a villain here guys. He won't even listen to you. How many times were you dropped on your heads as babies? I think you might have a claim for Guinness.

Oh shut up!

"You're a mean one, Santa Claus!" Santaberg continued. "Your heart's as black as the midnight sky! You're a double evil burger with a side of evil fries, Santa Claussssssss! Now in the old days I'd continue on with the Suessian parody but the site has banned copyrighted songs in stories so I can't continue and get any more amusement from you suckers, ha, Xing you're my kind of GUYYYYYY!" Santaberg sang, as he threw the full sack into the back of his sleigh. "That's the last one! On Berserker! HAH!" Santa said, as his demonic deer took off and carried Santa to an absolutely gigantic pile of toys, electronics, and pretty every single possible gift you could think of in between. Except any Gamestation 470's. What, you're surprised?

"Almost done! Onward!" Santaberg said, as he flew off to loot another store. Sure, some cops and such had tried to stop him…Santaberg had made them wish the worst thing about Christmas was yellow snowballs. After looting a few more places, he came back with another stuffed sack.

And found some guests.

"Well well well! I guess you kids are tougher then the average fruitcake!" Santaberg said. "But don't think you can stop me! This is still my night!"

"It's December 23rd." Beast Boy said.

"Semantics!" Santaberg said, and growled at the Titans.

The camera panned over the group and the evil Santa….and to the two narrators, who were hiding behind the Christmas pile.

"Oh man, this is too much for me! Lemme outta here!" Dickens said, as he peered from behind the gigantic pile of Christmas stuff.

"I'm with you. Sorry people, this is too much for me. We'll see you at the finale." Charlie said, and the two snuck off. "Besides, I doubt Savior will stay tied to a chair for long."

Try 'almost no time at all'. Now where's that script?

"Oh no! Run!"

"What's the big deal dude? What happened? You're Santa Claus! How could you do this to the kids?" Beast Boy protested.

"Oh be silent green one! You know nothing of pain! I have suffered a thousand years of torment, breaking my back for you ungrateful humans and your snot-nosed greedy brats. And now…NOW I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE BY KILLING CHRISTMAS!"

"You can't kill Christmas!" Starfire declared.

"Oh really? My 200 pounds of C4 and I would disagree with you!"

"Is this where I run around in a blind panic?" Scalpel asked Bumblebee. She shushed him.

"No, really! You can't kill Christmas! It's an abstract concept, and thus has no corporeal form!" Gauntlet said.

"…Oh." Santaberg said. "Well then! I shall destroy all this junk, along with your local shopping mall, until I find this corporeal form you speak of!"

"NO! NOT JAMBA JUICE! YOU MONSTER!" Gauntlet cried.

"HAH! How are you going to stop me?" Santaberg declared.

"We're not." Raven said, as she floated down. "He, on the other hand…" Raven said, and pointed.

Santaberg blinked, and then turned around.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jack bellowed in Santaberg's face.

Santaberg, much like the 'actor' who played him used to do in his old career, completely no sold it.

"What the hell was that?" He said, and then ran and speared Jack, which much to the shock and horror of the Titans, shattered him into pieces.

"…We're boned." Gauntlet said.

Where would you Titans be without me?

Santaberg's head then exploded…

Oh no you don't, give me that!

…with sound, as he laughed again while standing up and turning around.

"Who's next?" He snarled.

"…Everyone! Titans, go!" Robin ordered, and the Titans charged.

Well, most of them did. Raven warped over to Jack, and a few seconds later Gauntlet joined them with Mas Y Menos.

"I'm sorry Jack. We failed to take into account potential differences between our world and ours. You seem to be a bit more fragile in this world." Raven said.

"That's all right. I've had worse. How is the battle going?"

Oh great, here comes another 40 page fight scene!

Nah, not this time. Maybe next Christmas.

WHAM, BOOM!

"OW! Candy canes should not be that sharp!"

POW, WHACK! KABOOM!

"Have some fruitcake children! 1000 years old and still edible!"

"AHHHHHH!"

THWICK!

"Oh come on, I shot you in the head!"

CRASH!

"Where did he get a pine tree? LOOK OUT!"

SMASH! WHAM!

"Could be better." Raven said dryly. "We're going to put your back together."

"Much appreciated."

"What's see what's in Santa's sack!"

"Let's not and say we did!"

CLANK, KLONK!

"Oh look, a flame thrower!"

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

"AHHHHH! MY HAIR IS ON FIRE! MY HAIR IS ON FIRE!"

You know, you may think this is amusing, but what it really is is confusing dribble.

Oh, who died and made you god?

"Man, this is a lot harder then it looks. How did that song go? The leg bone's connected to the…something! The something's connected to the…black thing! The black thing's connected to my, gauntlet!…Uh oh." Gauntlet said.

BLAM, KAPOW!

"Annoying bug!"

WHACK!

"Huh, a fly swatter. At least he's prepared."

I mean, what the hell were you smoking? I pick up a movie and bring an Evil Santa Claus to life, so the Titans bring JACK SKELLINGTON TO LIFE AS WELL TO FIGHT HIM? What the hell! On a 1-10 scale of stupidity, with 10 being the most stupid thing to have ever existed in the entire annuals of written fiction, that rates about a 178!

Forget biting the hand that feeds you, I don't even have an arm left.

ROAR! GROWL! THUD! YIPEYIPEYIPE!

"I have a new toy children!"

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSH!

"WHERE DID HE GET A JETPACK?"

"There we go." Raven said, as the four finished assembling Jack.

"My thanks." Jack Skellington said.

And then Santaberg crashed through Jack again, scattering him once more as he flew on via his jetpack, being chased by Starfire, Bumblebee, and Cyborg hopping on one leg as he tried to reattach his other-one in mid-movement.

"…Well, at least you've had some practice." Jack said, as the four Titans sighed and tried to rebuild him again.

POW! CRACK! WHAM!

"HO HO HO…!"

CRACK! Sputter sputter…poof.

"HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

CRASH!

"Get him! ATTACK!"

THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD THUD.

WHOOSH!

"GAS! RUN AWAY, RUN AWAY!"

"Your companions certainly are noisy." Jack commented, as Raven affixed his skull to his ribs and one arm, while Mas Y Menos worked to assembled the legs.

"I never did find their off switch."

"LOOK OUT! NOW HE HAS A WEED WHACKER!"

BUZZ! BUZZ!

"MY HAIR! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!"

BOOM! BANG! THUD!

"Argh, we're not making a dent!"

"Quick, hit him with the kitchen sink!"

THU-CRASH!

"Great! It just made him madder!"

WHO-OOSH!

"Wait a minute, Santa can't breathe fireballs!"

"Says who?"

BOOM! KABOOM!

"LOOK OUT! HE'S GOT A BOARD WITH A NAIL STUCK IN IT!"

"There we go." Gauntlet said as Jack was reassembled once more. "You all right?"

"I'm already dead." Jack said. "I can't see…"

A massive explosion sounded, and the Titans came flying across the roof, slamming into their companions and knocking poor Menos senseless. Ironically, the only one not hit was Jack, as he'd seen it coming and leapt out of the way.

"Ok Jack! Now's your time! Use some of your Kingdom Hearts moves on him! You can be like all, watcha, hiya!" Gauntlet said as he got to one knee and shadowboxed for emphasis.

"Kingdom what?" Jack said, confused.

"…Oh right, I forgot the movie came before the game." Gauntlet said.

Then a lump of coal slammed into Gauntlet's head, and he fell to the ground, stars in his eyes. Much to his surprise, Jack realized all the Titans were down, and most were injured in some way.

And in standing among their shattered forms, he realized just how much faith they had put in him, a complete stranger to them in all but the most basic senses, to aid them in such a mortal battle.

Then a Christmas ball grenade was flying at him, and Jack once again leapt out of the way, showing great agility for someone who didn't have any muscles. He did not look happy.

Well, here comes the typical Super Saiyan eruption of power.

Be quiet!

"What are you doing!" Jack yelled. "You're not supposed to hurt them! Terrify them, that I can understand, but why do you hurt them? How can one celebrate a holiday if there is no one to celebrate it?"

"Oh be quiet! Holidays are ridiculous time wasters where the fat and selfish find new ways to waste time! Well, not any more! I'm free, and I'm canceling the holidays! I'm canceling Christmas, New Year's, Valentine's Day, Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, Mardi Gras, Veteran's Day, Bastille Day, Oktoberfest, Decemberween, and everything else!" Santaberg growled. "What are you going to do about it, stick man?"

Despite having a skull of bone and no brows to actually furl, Jack did a very good job anyway as his expression transformed into a countenance of pure fury.

"How dare…you take that visage…what it means…I tried it once, I was wrong, but I admit it, but you do far worse, and revel in it…in pain…you…you!"

"Oh what are you going to do, scream at me again?"

"No."

And Jack slammed his hand into the ground.

"And I am no stick man! Allow me to introduce myself. I, JACK!"

And then Jack's arm burst into fire, fire that traveled up Jack's body, and it didn't just ignite Jack, it changed Jack, his perfectly formed suit transforming to flaming rags as the flames consumed his head and morphed into a demonic pumpkin.

"THE PUMPKIN KING!" He roared.

And then he leaned back and forward, belching a gigantic amount of fire at Santaberg.

"Ho no." The construct said.

The fire ignited the evil manifestation, and he yelled and screamed, running about, all aflame, as Raven rose up, holding her head with one hand but looking satisfied.

"Maybe WE couldn't hurt him, coming from our mortal plane…but I'm afraid Jack's from out of town." Raven said, as Santaberg collapsed, burning merrily, as Jack himself slumped, his flaming rags and pumpkin head burning off to reveal his normal skeleton self.

Can Jack even do that?

YES! Now shut up!

"Whooo. Hadn't done that in a while." Jack said, and shook his head.

"You did good Jack. Thank you." Raven said. The Titans, back up (despite Jack's assessment, they hadn't really been all that badly hurt), nodded their agreement.

"Ah. You're welcome, my friends. I must admit, I see much of myself in…"

"HO HO HO HO HO!" Santaberg laughed, and everyone snapped their heads back to see that he was back up, and didn't even have a scorch mark on his suit.

"No! Come on! That's impossible!" Gauntlet yelled.

"Impossible? Hah! That fire didn't harm me at all! No! It just destroyed the layer of invincible holiday armor around my body, hence leaving me vulnerable to any and all attacks you…might…make…oh crap." Santaberg said as he looked at all the grinning Titans.

"Shall I let you handle it from here?" Jack asked.

"Oh yes." Robin said. "And as for you…you're going down in history."

"Oh, but I still haven't given you all your presents!" Santaberg said.

And then he magically produced a sack and emptied it out…revealing a rather large number of grenades.

"SCATTER!" Robin yelled, and then the roof erupted with explosions, as the Titans did their best to avoid them, as Raven carried Jack backwards and away.

As Santaberg pulled off his overcoat and charged into the Titans, punching and kicking them down, apparently not perturbed by the loss of his invincibility at all, as he plowed through the Titans, knocking them down like bowling pins. It looked grim once more…

Oh god, enough. If you want to do anything right, you do it yourself!

And Savior leapt out of nowhere as Santaberg charged at Robin, landing behind the manifestation. With one quick Shimmer stab to the back of Santaberg's head, the horror creature pitched forward and landed on his face, quite dead.

"…NO!" Gauntlet yelled. "You do not sit out the entire fight and then just leap in and save the day! It's not fair! Stu! I call Stu!"

"Be quiet Rob, and be thankful that you'll always have me to pull your chestnuts out of the fire." Savior said. "Really…I mean, what has it come to when the Titans can't beat a pro wrestler dressed up as Santa?"

"It was more then…oh forget it, I don't want to hear another…wait…" Gauntlet said to himself. "Just where did Savior come from…"

"Well, where other's fail there's me…"

Oh great. Getting a chance to sit with the authors has corrupted him into a COMPLETE asshole.

"I mean, this is probably why I don't like Christmas. It's full of frivolous nonsense. I'm a man of the serious things in life…"

Oh great, now I hate my own character. I guess I'm going to have to kill him off…

"Because life is serious, and a serious mess, and men like me need to fix it…"

Augh, make it stop! Make it stop!

She can't do it captain! She doesn't have the power!

Yeah I…AHHHHHHH! Gauntlet, how did you get in here?

Well I theorized that if I went wherever Noel came from…and here I am! Nice joint! But your ending leaves a lot to be desired! Lemme fix it!

Wait…

REDO!

Oh god, enough. If you want to do anything right, you do it yourself!

And Savior leapt out of nowhere as Santaberg charged at Robin, landing…in front of the manifestation.

Savior's face washed over with confusion.

"What? I was aiming…!"

Santaberg speared Noel, sending them both crashing through a window that had appeared out of nowhere behind them, slamming Savior hard into the ground.

"…Where did that window come from?" Santaberg asked. "Well, no matter. HO HO HO! I win! Even without my protection, you're still no match for me!"

As glad as I am you knocked some sense into Savior, Gauntlet, we are now faced with the problem of not having an ending!

An ending? Why didn't you say so?

And then a giant shadow loomed over Santaberg, and he turned and looked up to see what it was.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

And then the giant turkey ate Santaberg, gulping him down in one bite.

There we go. An ending.

……………Sure! Why not!

"What the…how in…the…where did…HUH?" Robin said. The turkey gobbled, scratched at its snood…and then turned towards the Titans.

"Hey guys!" Gauntlet said as he reappeared. "Good to know that the battle is…oh crud it's still hungry." Gauntlet said as he actually saw the turkey firsthand.

If you didn't consider the Titans still have to deal with a GIANT TURKEY!

"GOBBLEGOBBLE!" The turkey squawked as it charged at the Titans, who watched in horror as the shadow leaned over them…

But just as the giant bird lunged, the animator suffered a fatal heart attack!

"UGH!" (Dies)

And the gigantic beast, faded from existence!

There we go!

WILL YOU GET OUT OF HERE!

Geez, I don't get no respect…

"Well guys, I'm not fully sure what happened…but the evil Santa is gone, and that all that matters." Robin said.

"I must say…your world is quite interesting. But I think I prefer mine." Jack said.

"You've done what we asked, and we thank you again." Raven said, being polite. "Give me a moment, and then we can return to my place of power and send you home."

"I thank you as well, but I also have a question, Madame Raven."

"Yes?"

"Do you need your place of power to send me back?"

"…Well, it helps, and it has the…artifact I need…but I suppose if I had said artifact I could do it on this roof."

"…Then why, and I'm not complaining, I enjoyed this little adventure…then why did you not just do the same to banish the Santa imposter?"

DEAD silence.

"…………………………………………………D'OH!" Raven yelled, slamming her hand into her head. The Titans burst out laughing: even Jack smiled a bit.

"You are wise as well as powerful and great, Pumpkin King." Raven said, now through gritted teeth. "Come, I shall return you home to your people…and if I can help it, never look at your movie again."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing, oh great Jack Skellington." Raven said, and with that the two left.

"Man, she MUST have been mad: she completely forgot about her boyfriend." Speedy said, pointing to Savior, who was still lying on the ground.

"Why not? He's been doing his best to have us forget about him. Leave him there." Bumblebee said.

Gauntlet was poking Savior with his foot, as the teen's eyes fluttered open. He groaned and put one hand on his forehead as he sat up, blinking a few times as he looked at his team, which gave him a neutral look back.

"…Did you win?" He asked.

"Yeah. We fixed your mistake." Robin replied. He managed to only let a slight slip of insinuation into his voice, but it was enough, as Savior groaned and winced.

"…One can think, one can ponder, one can obsess, one can introspect, one can discuss, one can theorize, one can even fixate to the point where all other things fall away…but sometimes, nothing can help make things clearer then a good, hard whack on the head." Savior said.

"Oh my, really? I was thinking you had such a thick skull that it could probably withstand heavy cannon fire." Cyborg said.

"I deserved that." Savior said, as he slowly got up. "I have finally realized just what is wrong with Christmas: unless the world hands me a reason not to, I use it as an excuse to be a jerk."

"THAT'S RIGHT! HE CAN BE TAUGHT!" Gauntlet said, as he suddenly popped up next to Savior and stuck a graduation cap on his head. Savior removed it, though with far less rancor then he usually showed, i.e. no rancor.

"…I'm sorry guys. I really screwed up. And I treated you inexcusably in the process. You should just all go: I don't deserve to spend time with you." Savior said, and turned around.

Pause.

"Nice try Savior. But even when you're down, I can still see the wheels in your head turning. You're not getting off the hook by trying to make us feel sorry for you." Robin said. Savior grimaced, and turned around again.

"Damn. You always were too damn good Robin."

"And you always were too damn manipulative. You want to say something? Say it from the heart."

"…Ok." Savior said. "I'm sorry guys. This is all my fault, not yours. Always was. I'm sorry. Really. Forgive me?"

"…Awwwwww, I never could say no to that face!" Gauntlet said, and pinched one of Savior's cheeks. Savior's old expression of annoyance passed over his face, but only briefly.

"So you actually do forgive me?"

"Of course Savior. You might be a jackass…but what kind of people would we be if we held that against you?" Cyborg said.

"Ok, hold it. It's all fine and good that your team's gonna forgive you S, but me…heck no. Why should I be nice to someone who was anything but? The way you acted…there's outright disrespect, and then there's disrespect so subtle you don't even realize it. And you did plenty of the latter. And I'm not so easy to be placated after someone has acted in such a way towards my friends, his own friends, and myself." Bumblebee said.

"…I suppose you have a point, Miss Beecher." Savior said. "…Would a peace offering help?"

"What?"

"Well, you say I wasn't feeling the season. And this is the season of giving, right?" Savior said. "While I was lying there trying to unscramble my brain, I had an idea."

"What kind of idea?"

"Well…most of that stuff…maybe I'm wrong, but it still seems to be in pretty good shape." Savior said, pointing to the massive gathering of stuff Santaberg had stolen. "And chances are we'll never figure out just what went where in what store…and…well…most stores these days…they've made more then enough money by now…and they have insurance." Savior said.

The Titans stared at Savior.

Though it was indeed nice, Savior's smile and chuckle bore just a little bit of the Grinch.

"Savior, are you suggesting we just give all this merchandise away?" Robin said.

"Give it away? Why Robin, remember. Some Santa freak stole it. And we don't always win." Savior said.

Robin stared at him…and then he smirked himself.

"Yes, we do lose sometimes. What a pain. Oh well, life goes on." Robin said, and turned towards the pile.

"Yes it does."

"…Oh COME ON guys. I'm all for some gift giving but are you really going to let him off that quickly?" Bumblebee complained.

"Ah Karen, but remember…Scrooge was redeemed in a night. For me…why not a head blow and a few sentences?" Savior asked,

"You're still a bastard." Bumblebee said, though the animosity had left her voice.

"I'll put him aside. He's overexposed." as he walked over to the edge of the roof. "Time for some generosity in redemption! For what's today, my fine fellow!"

"It's December 23rd you moron!" The stranger on the street yelled back.

"An intelligent lad. A remarkable lad." Savior said, some sarcasm creeping back into his voice.

And then someone threw a snowball at…!

"Yoink!" Savior said, grabbing the snowball and tossing it down at the stranger.

"Ow! Someone just hit me with a snowball!"

"The prize turkey's no longer in the window, it's walking on the street." Savior commented, and then turned and headed for the pile of stuff.

"Have yourself a merry little…"

Wait wait wait, you used this song last year! No recyling!

Fine, fine.

"But shouldn't we be giving away food, instead of toys and televisions and all that?" Raven said, back after having sent Jack home.

"Well, one, 'Santa' didn't, uh, borrow food, and two…they can now save the money they would have to spend on this stuff to buy food." Robin tried to rationalize.

"What if they've already bought the stuff and hence have no money for food in the first place?"

"…Music!"

Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen,

When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;

Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,

When a poor man came in sight gath'ring winter fuel…

Gauntlet, Terra, Aqualad, and Sophie left roughly a metric ton of toys outside the main orphanage of Jump City. The man who answered the door wasn't really all that surprised to see them.

"Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,

Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"

"Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;

Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain…"

"Got a nice deal on those with my 'special' negotiating skills." Scalpel said as he exited the pawnshop with a huge claw full of cash. He went to the nearest soup kitchen, while the pawn shop clerk wondered what he was going to do with all the expensive stuff the Titan had just sold him. Like get it all inside.

Then it was all inside, much to his amazement.

"Feliz Navidad." Mas Y Menos said, and zoomed off.

"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:

Thou and I will see him dine, when we bear them thither."

Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;

Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather…

"But what are we going to do with all these TV's?" The nurse at the hospital asked.

"Use the money you save in the budget to get more medicine." Cyborg suggested.

"And get cable." Beast Boy said, and smirked as he, Cyborg, Speedy, and Bumblebee took off in the T-Car.

"Sire, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;

Fails my heart, I know not how, I can go no longer."

"Mark my footsteps, my good page. Tread thou in them boldly:

Thou shalt find the winter's rage freeze thy blood less coldly..."

"Huh. That's a lot of houses." Savior said, and then glanced back the huge pile of stuff he, Gauntlet, Starfire, and Raven were carrying with their respective powers.

"…Guess we'll have to double up on most of them." Robin said.

"Triple, even." Savior said.

In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted;

Heat was in the very sod which the saint had printed…

It took some time, but all the gifts were left. By that time, the rest of the Titans had regathered with the house-giving group. A word to Mas Y Menos, and every door was knocked on.

Therefore, Christian men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing…

As the doors started being answered, the Titans faded back into the night.

Ye who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing…

"Ah, good to be home." Scalpel said, as all the Titans headed back in.

And stopped as they saw it all. The giant mess the main room was in. The unbelievable chaos in the kitchen from Cyborg's attempts to make a tofurkey. Not to mention the fact the gifts were scattered haphazardly all over the place with a large fresh tree dripping needles and sap on the floor leaned up against the wall.

"…Well, what better way to spend Christmas Eve then cleaning up together?" Savior said.

"…Together?" Robin said, and then all the Titans turned towards him. Savior's eyes diluted a bit.

"…What?"

"Didn't you say, Savior, that you'd do ALL the Christmas busywork?"

"…..Oh fiddlesticks."