Later that evening, the Veggietales cast was invited to participate in the hotel's biggest tradition—the Christmas Eve luau. Out on the beach the luau was set up, with rows and rows of traditional Hawaiian foods such as poi, salmon, kalua pork, and spam..
"You guys like SPAM?!" Junior asked one of the waiters, a pineapple man.
"Of course! It's one of Hawaii's most popular delicacies!" The waiter replied.
The pineapple then placed a big, heaping slab of spam on Junior's plate, making him turn queasy.
"Got any...(gulp) tater tots instead?" Junior replied, trying so hard not to barf.
Meanwhile, Bob and Larry were both seated at the front of the tables, surrounded by the rest of the cast.
"Man, Bob." Larry smiled. "My surfing lessons are going swimmingly, get it?"
"Yep." Bob replied, chuckling a little.
"I've even made time to spend with Petunia.." Larry smiled, hugging his wife. "We went snorkeling today.."
Suddenly, the background music started to pick up the tempo. A spotlight came onto the main stage.
"Wait, Larry, isn't that guy your surfing instructor?" Bob asked.
Nalu was indeed walking onto the main stage area, with multiple women fawning over his handsomeness—thanks to him wearing only his swim trunks with little Santa faces—combined with his perfect, cut ab muscles.
"Oh yeah." Larry replied. "He works part time as a luau entertainer."
"A-LO-HA LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!" Nalu exclaimed. "And, Mele Kalikimaka..."
Nalu lifted up a stick and used a lighter to set both ends of the stick on fire. He tossed it into the air and juggled it perfectly, without burning his face off.
"WOOOOOO!! BRAVO!" Archibald exclaimed. "Good show, eh, Lovey?"
"Yes dear." Lovey replied, then turned to a grape waiter. "Another mai tai, please."
Nalu finished up his fire dancing routine by flipping into the air three times, and landing back on the ground—with both sticks, not a scratch on his body.
"...mmrreowr..." Lovey took a sip of her mai tai, ogling the tight abs of the asparagus fire dancer. "This is shaping up to be an excellent vacation indeed..."
"I SAY, Lovey, whatever are you looking at?" Archibald asked.
"Uh—n-nothing, dear.." Lovey replied, then stared back, sighing. "Nothing at all..."