Author's Note: Top of the evening to you all!

I hope you all liked the short-like-Cat chapter with her and Robbie taking a wazzed out sleigh ride down a steep hill.

I don't know where I get all these crazy ideas for stories. Best blame it on Dan Schneider for making crack-worthy shows :-P

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Victorious, the characters or the zany plots. If I did, Cat's hot durgers would've become their own lucrative brand.

#5

Needless to say, the soft sand beneath Cat and Robbie made them sail right into oncoming traffic, much to the consternation of numerous drivers who honked angrily on their horns when they nearly bumped into them on the famous winding mountain road.

It didn't help that it was also the day of the annual pre-Christmas parade celebrating LA's other major holidays like Hanukkah, Ramadan and Kwanzaa.

Cat and Robbie somehow smashed their cardboard piece into a man dressed in a Menorah candle costume, whose head subsequently caught ablaze after colliding with a fire-eater performing in the parade. Luckily, it was just the head of his costume with actual candles on it that burnt and thankfully not his face or other parts of his body.

Cat and Robbie managed to slip away during the commotion and met up the following evening to fulfil the red-head's fifth Christmas wish.

"Cat, quit moving your butt so much!"

Even though Robbie was tall (and did regular kegel exercises), balancing Cat's body on his shoulders was murder on his lower back.

Then there was the added challenge of staying completely still under a rain gutter out of sight from the Ferguson's windows and any onlookers passing by while Cat removed Joey Ferguson's Christmas lights from the rooftop.

Despite the fact that Mr. Ferguson was an obnoxious bushpea who bragged every chance he got about his daughter Hayley's non-existent talent, Robbie felt bad about robbing the man of his pride and joy at this time of the year.

"Hurry up, Cat! My legs are cramping up!" Robbie hissed.

"Calm your cheddar, I'm almost done! There!" Cat happily dropped the last set of tiny flickering baubles into a black trash bag at Robbie's feet.

The two teens relieved Mr. Ferguson of the plastic Santa which climbed his chimney, a huge 'Merry Christmas' sign written in neon letters that people could see from several yards and several reindeers made out of wire and decorated with thick cords of Christmas lights lining the roof.

They even dismantled a beautiful arch piece by piece that Mr. Ferguson had installed near the front door to welcome guests to his home.

"This is coconuts," Robbie said for the millionth time. "We could go to jail, Cat."

"Well then, Mr. Ferguson will be sharing a cell with us too since he stole these decorations from my dad in the first place."

"Wait, I thought your dad's Christmas decorations washed away in that bad flood seven years ago."

"Sure it did, if a 'bad flood' is 5 foot 6 with a bald head from too many chizzy hair transplants."

Robbie really couldn't argue with that logic and continued helping Cat commit Christmas theft.

"Ok, we did a terrific job, now let's get out of here."

"Cool. Lift me down so I can grab their front door Christmas wreath too."

"Did Mr. Ferguson steal that from your dad too?"

"Nope, but it's nicer than ours and I hate that."

Just then, the Ferguson's dogs started barking from inside their house and the front door crashed open, revealing an extremely irate Mr. Ferguson.

"What the chizz are you kids doing?!"

"Oh poop, run for it!" Cat screamed.

Out of sheer panic, Robbie let go of Cat and made a beeline for the driveway, leaving Cat grabbing at the rain gutter and dangling precariously.

"Robbie, get me down from here! I have no upper body strength!"

Mr. Ferguson chased after Robbie and cornered him in front of an azalea bush. But where Mr. Ferguson was middle-aged and lacked any real physique, Robbie was younger and gangly. The curly-haired kid busted out his MC Hammer dance moves and side-stepped him, causing Mr. Ferguson to slip and fall onto his bony butt.

Then Robbie doubled back and grabbed Cat and the black garbage bag just as Mrs. Ferguson, Hayley, and her siblings exited the house to find out what was happening.

"Dad, are you ok? Cat, Robbie, what are you doing?" Hayley shrieked in amazement.

"Sorry, Hayley, all's fair in Love and Christmas. Say hi to Tara for me!" Cat yelled as she and Robbie made their escape, the Ferguson's six labradoodles charging after them.

Robbie kept a firm grip on the black trash bag filled with Mr. Ferguson's Christmas decorations while avoiding getting bitten on the heels by Hayley's dogs. "I can't believe we just jacked Mr. Ferguson's Christmas decorations! Isn't Hayley going to be wazzed off about this?!"

"Probably! But with any luck, Tara the Blonde Grunch will get a clue and go comfort Hayley!"

Cat jumped over a hedge of the neighbouring house and side-stepped through the garden to get towards a nearby park, Robbie following closely behind her.

If nothing else, Robbie was getting lots of exercise before pigging out on delicious Chinese food on Christmas Day…

Author's Note: Aaaaaannd...that's a wrap on Cat's nefarious Christmas deeds ;-D

Hayley and Joey Ferguson first appeared in the season 1 Victorious episode 'Freak The Freak Out'. Hayley was the brunette who hit on Beck at Karaoke Dokey and Joey is her father and the owner of Karaoke Dokey who chose Tara and Hayley over Jade and Cat's awesome song.

Yeah, he's definitely out of his mind. Liz Gillies and Ariana Grande clearly slayed.

Still, a father's love isn't something to be scoffed at :-P

Next chapter will be the final one for this fic and I'll post it just before Christmas. Thanks so much to all of you for your lovely reviews - they gave me all the 'mistletoe feels' :'-D

Time to get ready for bed and listen to more of Joe Pera talking about absolutely nothing in the most soothing voice ever. Pip, pip, cheerio!