Polly then found herself back in her bedroom. From the light streaming in the window, she could see that a new day was dawning. She ran to the window and looked outside. Across from the Mountain, Ms. Winkle was walking along, holding hands with Coach Qwerty, whom she had been dating recently.
"Hey, Ms. Winkle!" yelled Polly. "What day is today?"
"Today?" asked Ms. Winkle. "Why, it's Christmas Day, of course!"
"Christmas Day," Polly repeated. "The spirits must have done it all in one night. Either that or it was all a dream, I guess."
Polly quickly dressed in her usual lab-coat dress, adding a Santa hat to the ensemble today, and then headed downstairs to the First Floor. There, several robots were opening presents around the Christmas tree, and the award-winning, all-robot chorus could be heard singing "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing."
"Merry Christmas, Polly," said Botley, holding up a hand in greeting.
"Botley, you're not dead!" exclaimed Polly. She ran forward and hugged him.
"Well, of course, I'm not dead," said Botley, taken aback. "And hey, you just called me 'Botley.'"
"That's your name, isn't it?" she replied as they came apart. "Or would you prefer to be called 'Android XL2?'"
"'Botley' is fine."
At that moment, Chef-Boy Robot walked out of the Robot Kitchen, followed by a very stern-looking Professor Spark.
"So," said Chef-Boy, "the Professor informed me that I can't actually ban you from the Kitchen for a month. We've decided you'll instead spend the next month helping me to clean the Kitchen."
"Okay," said Botley with a heavy sigh.
"No, I should take that punishment," said Polly, stepping forward. "It was actually my fault."
"Wow, Polly, that is uncharacteristically mature of you."
"Don't ruin this, Snot- I mean, Botley!"
Just then, Brunwella the Bombshell walked through the room. Seeing Botley, she turned up her nose. Well, technically, she didn't have a nose, but she made the gesture all the same.
"Wait, Brunwella!" called Polly. "I know he made a bad impression yesterday, but you should give Botley a chance. He's actually a great guy."
Brunwella stopped and turned to look him up and down. "I suppose I judged him pretty harshly when he was really just a little discombobulated," she said finally.
"All right!" said Botley, and he ran over to stand next to her.
"Hey, look what you're standing under!" said Polly, pointing above them.
"Mistletoe," said Botley, with a glance upwards. "Of course, we've only just met, so I wouldn't expect you to -"
And then Brunwella kissed him. All the nearby robots cheered.
Suddenly, the robot chorus began a new song with, "Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne?" Polly, her father, and all the robots on the First Floor joined in with, "For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne!"