A/N: Here is another Sing one-shot, this one the first of several connected in some form or another, and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sing or any of the characters, Illumination does.

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Johnny had mixed feelings as he neared the Calatonia Prison. How he wished that he could see his dad without a sheet of glass between the pair and several police officers around.

Nevertheless, he smiled as he glanced at the small box in the passenger's seat. Dad may not be the most enthusiastic ape in the world when it came to Christmas, but even he never turned his nose up at a good Christmas pudding. Especially now. It'd sure beat prison food anyway.

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As Johnny entered the security check, he set the box down and took off his jacket for the scan.

"Honestly, at this point I'm this close to just letting you walk in already," the officer joked as he searched the gorilla. "You're here just about every day anyway. If it wasn't standard procedure..."

"Even if I'm carryin' a 'suspicious' parcel?" Johnny chuckled.

"Kid, I know you're not bringing anything to help your dad break out," the officer grinned. "He wouldn't need it anyway. If he wanted to get out that badly, he'd just bust out again."

"I don't see why you think it's so funny," another officer snapped as he opened the parcel and examined the contents. "We're still patching that wall!"

In spite of himself, Johnny actually snickered along with the officer searching him.

"Alright, you're clean, go on in."

Johnny quickly pulled on his jacket, picked up the box, and made his way into the visiting area.

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Johnny brightened up as he saw his father making his way over to the table. The larger gorilla took a seat, took the phone off the hook, and waited for Johnny to follow suit.

"I brought you somethin'," Johnny grinned, holding up the box before sliding it through the opening and waiting for Marcus to receive it.

Marcus looked a bit puzzled at first, but when he glanced inside, he smiled and nodded his head.

"You actually found a Christmas pudding here?" he asked.

Johnny shrugged and laughed.

"Guess you can find just about anythin' in a city this big if you look hard enough."

"Guess so."

"I tried some of it earlier," Johnny admitted. "It's not half bad actually."

"Very reassurin' that," Marcus snorted. "Ah, well. Beats what they got in 'ere."

Suddenly Johnny's smiled weakened.

"Mum's was better," he said softly.

Marcus sighed and nodded as he set the box down.

"I tell that without even tasting it," he said heavily. "A lot of things were better when she was still around."

I miss her," Johnny muttered.

"So do I," Marcus replied.

"And you," Johnny looked a bit hesitant.

"I know, son," Marcus's smile faded. "I'm sorry about this. But it'll be alright. Eventually."

"Maybe you'll get parole sometime," Johnny's expression became hopeful once more.

"I don't exactly have the best history," Marcus frowned. "Depends on how much they're able to charge me with."

Johnny closed his eyes tightly, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

"There's still a chance though," he said. "Even if it is a small one, yeah?"

Marcus could see the desperation in his son's eyes, and found he couldn't take that from him. Especially not today.

"Even if it's a small one," he said, forcing himself to smile, which quickly became real as Johnny's cheerfulness returned once more.

Johnny placed his hand against the glass and waited for Marcus to do the same

"Happy Christmas, Dad," Johnny murmured, smiling in spite of the situation.

"Happy Christmas, Johnny."

The announcement that visiting hours were over sounded and with a sigh, Marcus put the phone back on its hook, got up from the table, and lined up with the other prisoners, the small box safely in his grasp.

Just before he disappeared through the door, he turned back and gave Johnny a wave, which the latter returned before hanging up his own phone and getting up.

Johnny smiled sadly as he headed for the door, bound for the garage.

This year, he knew the garage would be even more devoid of any holiday cheer than that first Christmas without his mum. At least back then his dad had been at home, not in jail. Even his uncles wouldn't be there, for they were locked away as well. It had been by their own doing, and his own to a point if Johnny were to be honest. However reluctantly, Johnny had aided first as a look-out and then as a driver. He regretted it then, and he regretted it even more now.

He climbed into the truck and prepared to head back, when he noticed a familiar face.

"Meena?"

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I hope you all enjoyed this one-shot and there's more to come. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone.