"Cheers!"

The heavy mugs clashed together in a drunken harmony. The soft yellow lights illuminating the amber stained wood paneling beneath their feet. Another roar and the robotic attendants made their ways towards the massive table. Another round of eggnog and alcohol filling the frothing mugs of the partyers.

An older man with a scraggly beard to match his wild personality swayed to and fro, holding an empty mug. "Another round!" he slurred between his foam covered lips.

The dark blue hair of a younger woman snatched the glass from his flimsy fingers. "You had enough for two nights, Mike." She easily kept the glass away from the drunk miner.

"Oh come on, Jacky. It's Christmas Eve."

"It's the day before Christmas Eve, ya sloshed mess." Jacky sidestepped a sloppy dive letting Dynamike crash onto the floor behind her.

"Come now friend, Jacky." A large native man with deep black hair smiled in her direction, "Allow Dyna-of-the-Mike to partake in the festive drinks until his belly bloats."

"You're not the one that has to deal with him when you get home, Bo."

He only responded with a pluck at his Eagle themed hat's brim. From behind Jacky a small robot with a bright yellow hard hat showed his face. "Jacky's actions are scientifically justified," the robot said with a high-pitched, squeaky voice. He reached down to help Dynamike to his feet, "The last time he got this drunk he set off a giant explosion at Idiot Crater."

Bo was unfazed by this news, "I see no issue with a bit of destructive fun in an empty hole."

The robot's fluorescent eyes seemed frustrated, "It used to be called Idiot Rock."

Bo couldn't stop himself from breaking into hardy laughter. To his right joined a large circular robot. It's giant purple pirate hat bouncing up and down as it's shrill voice joined the party. "Now that's the kind of party I live for." A strange mechanical garble escaped the bright smile of a smaller robot at its side. "Well said Tick, I don't think we could know how powerful a blast it was without an example." The larger robot nudged Bo.

"Yes! The Captain Darryl is right. We must see what he is capable of." The usually stalwart village elder had lost control of his reason.

And Dynamike was more than happy to oblige, "YEE-HEE! I'll put on a firework show so big the army would blush like a school girl looking at her crush."

Jacky quickly punched the older man over the top of his hard-hat. Dynamike's body slowly tipped over exposing his head and the tiny canary that seeked refuge atop his skull. "You put on enough of a show for tonight. Carl and I can't keep cleaning up your messes."

A soft chuckle rang from the shadows, "Look at you. A bunch of old souls trying to chase youth by drowning your age in eggnog." In a shimmer of smoke a boy dressed in lime green and yellow appeared on the table before them. He had his hands resting on the table top while he kicked his legs absently back and forth, "You're all so ugly when you're drunk."

Jacky's mood was growing sour, Bo however just laughed with the boy's statement. "Leon… did you drink some of the nog?"

"Of course not… I don't need some alcohol to have fun."

Bo warmly smiled at his ward, "Then why is your lollipop backwards?"

Leon quickly shot a hand up to his mouth, quickly flipping the sucker so that he was sucking on the giant red candy. His face was still hidden under his hood, his body folding inward as if to hide inside his jacket. Bo was concerned he had embarrassed the boy, but was relieved when he saw him quickly fall backward across the table. His body sprawled wildly with his limbs stretching the length of the table.

"Eggnog tastes so good~" the boy's cheeks were flushed and a goofy smile could be seen across his face. The rest of the party cheered along as they passed another drink to the boy. Bo would have stopped the underaged drinking but his mind felt foggy. And it was more fun to allow the boy to indulge himself a little. He was fifteen now, he was bound to get into alcohol some day. At least one of his first experiences with alcohol would be while surrounded by friends and family.

The thought process of family brought a question to his lips, "Leon, where's Nita?"

"Here~"

Bo turned around to see the tiny child happily sipping on a novelty sized cup with a large straw to match. Her marron bear head swallowed her skull as she smiled from behind her mask, "Hello little one… and what are you drinking?"

"Eggnog~" Nita's smile was bright and showed no form of intoxication or mischief.

Bo patted her on the head, "Of course you are, little one."

"She's not joking…" Bo looked up to see a girl in blue and white stripes walking up from behind. Her bright pink hair falling short to her shoulders as she took small sips on a clear glass of that same yellow liquid. "She is drinking eggnog."

Bo requested for Nita to hand him the cup. A peek inside showed the contents were indeed eggnog. The faint smell of alcohol permeable from the massive quantity Nita housed within her cup. "Penny, she is far too young to drink this."

"Yeah I thought so too. Then I followed her and Leon as they snuck a few drinks and she hasn't even been fazed by the stuff." Penny ruffled the head of the tiny child, smoothly plucking the cup from Bo's hand and placing it back in Nita's grasp. "Kid's gotta alcohol tolerance that Mike should be jealous of."

A large burp from the tiny child elicited another round of cheers from the drunks at the table and the bots that enjoyed the show. Penny tried to make her way to the table but was stopped by a tugging at her shirttail. She turned to see the small child fidgeting in place, "Penny…"

"Gotta pee?"

Nita gave a sheepish nod as a response. Penny blew a tired breath as she placed her and Nita's drinks down on the table. She looked to Bo, "We'll be right back." She took Nita's hand and they disappeared into the women's restroom.

Bo turned back to the main table. His companions were currently reminiscing on their past. "Still can't believe that you held off our ship with ya demolition equipment."

Carl responded, "By all known laws of siege tactics you had the clear advantage. A large ship sitting on the water with cannons and mortar towers along with several throwable bombs and barrels. Meanwhile all we had were sticks of dynamite and my pickaxe to match your ranged offensive."

"But ya didn't count for one thing," Jacky put a foot up on the table. "I didn't have any lunch that day!"

Tick garbled something out sporadically. Darryl quickly rescinded to his companion, "Ha, you were scared? Think about how I felt when I looked over me hull and saw the devil dressed in yellow?"

They all had a laugh at the image of Jacky as the female devil. Dynamike slurred out, "What about Leon trying to steal from ya?"

Darryl was quick to give the kid a soft jab, "I never got those doubloons back ya invisible brat."

"And ya never will."

"What ya do with the money ya pilfered from our storage?"

Leon pondered the question for a second. "I dunno," he responded with a smile.

Most of the table was rocked by the revelation. "Ya mean to tell me ye steal nearly fifteen hundred gems worth of doubloons from my storage. Then ya lose it." Leon stuck out his tongue as he giggled at his own mistake. "Why'd ya steal it?!"

Leon puffed out his chest , "It was never about the money. It was about sending a message."

Darryl quickly took the boy's skull up in a headlock. "I got ya message right here." He proceeded to grind his robot knuckles into the young assassins hooded scalp. The boy tried to escape his metallic clutches but eventually realized he was too intoxicated to fight back.

Bo was starting to feel sober with time so he decided to rise up from his seat. With another glass raised in hand he called everyone's attention. "I love messing with Leon as much as the next brawler but tonight is a special night. It is the night before the night before Christmas. And this night is the only chance we have to celebrate the amazing gifts we shall be given in two days time. So let's drink till we can't anymore. Barley has given us the bar to ourselves and we shall not let a single inch of it go to waste."

He signalled for everyone to join him in raising their cups, "Merry Christmas!"

On queue, like a choir following the lead singer they all cheered, "And a Happy New Year!"

As they downed their glasses and mugs Penny and Nita joined from behind. "Darn did I miss one of Bo's legendary speeches?" She reached out to help the slightly intoxicated leader back to the floor. "Do it again, for your favorite pirate?"

"Perhaps some other time my friend." He took a seat and placed his glass to the side. Nita quickly took a seat beside him, slurping merrily on her comically large drink's straw.

Penny decided to move towards her crewmates choosing to converse with them about tonight's plans. As they finalized some key details, Penny's phone started to ring. She covertly checked the caller's ID, grimacing when she saw the name on the screen. Darryl was inquisitive as to who was calling her this late but she quickly dismissed his suspicions with, "We aren't leaving tomorrow right?"

"We won't be setting sails till the start of the new year. Take your time." Penny thanked the larger bot for understanding and not prying into her business. She slinked out the front door, the cold wind blowing through the bar as she took the private phone call.

While Darryl was not one to pry, Nita did not like to be kept in the dark. She placed her drink on the table and slid out of her chair. Bo noticed her sudden departure. He asked her where she was going to which she responded, "I'm checking on Penny." She pointed her tiny finger toward the front door.

Bo nodded his head slowly, "Ah yes. Go my child. You see, it is this caring nature of yours that is your best quality. It is with these warm and caring emotions that you show your wild side is not the entirety of your character," he mused drunkenly. When he opened his eyes to look to Nita he was met with the wooden flooring. Another cold breeze signalled that she had exited out the front door.

Bo took a groggy look at his mug, which was full again. "When did I fill this?"

The air was frigid, it felt as though it would freeze the snot that ran from her nose. She tried to rub her arms with her palms to create some heat, but she wasn't getting any warmth.

She decided to hurry up and search for Penny. Her first instinct was to try and track her scent. Her animal-like senses allowed her to pick up on the smallest traces of familiar smells she experienced before, and Penny's scent was a smell she knew all too well.

However, the freezing air made her nose go number. She couldn't get a scent with the lack of feeling in her nostrils. With smell eliminated she opted for sight, but there weren't any tracks on the ground. It was cold but there wasn't a drop of snow on the ground.

Then she had a realization. She lifted the sides of her bear head to reveal her acute ears. She relaxed as her warm ears picked up on all the sounds around her. She ignored the rushing wind and traveling pedestrians, searching for a trace of her voice. She picked up a faint murmuring coming from behind the bar.

She hurried down the alley between the two buildings, peeking around the corner for a sight of Penny. The girl was standing against the wall with her phone to her ear. Nita couldn't make out what was being said on her phone but she tried her best to piece together the conversation from Penny's words.

"You can't be serious… I already stopped by once this month. I'm clear… I'm with family tonight." Penny's head raised up, her eyes scanning for any eavesdroppers. Nita quickly ducked behind the wall choosing to keep listening behind the cover. "He doesn't need my help… Why should I?" There was another long pause followed by Penny's frustrated grumbles.

Nita started to peek over the edge until she heard something crash into the trash cans behind her. "Hey kid, what ya doin' out here?" Nita watched in horror as Dynamike stumbled down the alleyway. His drunken jaunt caused more noise than a helicopter landing.

She quickly ran up to him, propping him up on her arms to help guide his path. Dynamike lazily looked down at Nita, "Awe I'm good kid, I been drunker than this when I was half ya age."

Nita shushed him to the best of her abilities but he seemed unresponsive to reason. She quietly sat him down so he could rest against the wall, a few more jolly giggles escaping his wasted throat.

Then she heard it, the sound of careful footsteps. Her ears trained on the jingling of Penny's jewelry as she tried to sneak up on them. She tried to think fast, she didn't know why but she didn't want Penny to know they were there. Dynamike made another sloppy sound like he was trying to laugh but choked on his own tongue.

Nita quickly silenced him by putting her hands up to his mouth. She could hear Penny getting closer. In a last second decision, Nita made a soft mewing sound. A soft and innocent noise like that of a cat's meow.

She noticed the absence of Penny's movement, but that wasn't enough. She let out a more aggressive hiss. Giving off the illusion that there was a territorial feline lurking in the shadows. After a short pause she heard Penny's feet start to move away from them. She let out a sigh of relief then let go of Dynamike's mouth.

"Now that was a great cat impersonation."

"Ssshhh!" Nita peeked around the corner noticing Penny's back was turned again. She looked down at Dynamike, "Don't move."

She finally turned the corner, slowly walking up behind her seafaring friend. She caught the end of her conversation, "Okay send me there." Nita watched as she put the phone away then looked up at the sky.

Nita meekly called, "Penny."

The pirate snapped in her direction, "Nita?" The tiny girl walked directly beneath her, "What are you doing here?"

"I saw you leave the bar and thought I would follow."

Penny started frantically looking around, placing both hands on Nita's shoulders. "You shouldn't be here." She quickly turned Nita around and pushed her forward, "Go back inside."

Nita easily moved past her and stood where Penny was standing, "Why?"

"What?"

"Why do I have to go inside?"

Penny racked her brain then rushed out her response. "Because you're going to catch a cold."

Nita looked her up and down, "What about you?"

"Uh… I'm fine." She went behind Nita again, "Now go!"

She was able to get Nita to take a few steps but was quickly halted by another weight. She was stunned by the heavy body of the older Dynamike, his body reeking of the alcohol infused eggnog.

She tried to hold up the weight of the two but Dynamike's body was surprisingly dense. They tumbled to the floor in an ugly heap before Dynamike lifted them both up in a sideways hug. "Now what are some of my favorite girls doing out in the cold? The drinks are inside."

Nita watched as Penny continued to fight his hold. The look on her face was desperation, like she was running from something. "Penny?" The pirate paused her escape attempt at the mention of her name. "What's wrong?"

Penny's voice had caught in her throat. Those baby-doll eyes widened as they heard a buzz coming from above their heads.

She struggled to get out of Dynamike's grip, but it was no use. The world knows no tighter hold than that of a drunk miner.

"You need to leave! Now!" A bright light came over the alleyway as the pirate shouted. The three brawlers looked towards the sky, the blinding light nearly burning their corneas

Dynamike threw up the question, "Is it just me or is the moon extra bright?"

"Is it getting closer?" Nita squinted her eyes so she could see what was moving towards them.

"Move! Now!" Penny tried to shift them away from the falling light, but she felt their feet slowly lifting off the floor. "Shit..."

Nita and Dynamike were frozen by the light. They watched in horror as the pirate started to dissolve before their eyes. Her body separated into tiny blocks as the light pulled them away like a tractor beam. As Penny's body disappeared, they felt an odd sensation tickling the top of their heads. This strange feeling of being stretched apart like putty or rearranged like Lincoln logs.

Her vision was fuzzy, but she saw her hands dissolving. This feeling that started at her head was rushing through her body. Then she felt her body shift, like she had grown several stories taller. If she could move, she imagined she would have been able to stretch an entire brawl ball field.

Then as soon as that feeling came all feeling was lost. Her vision went black, her hearing was silenced, her tastes buds eradicated. It was as though she had stopped existing. Like the world she once knew had been replaced by a black void.

And as soon as the void took her, she escaped. Her mind refocusing on a sea of reds and greens. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, she could see strange machinery with small billows of smoke flying out several chimneys above. There were giant peppermint wheels rolling by and cotton candy clouds floating high above. She tried taking a step, now noticing the lack of flooring beneath her. She fell to the floor in a heap, her elbow smashing against the floor first and sending a shocking shiver through her spine. She could feel a tear forming in the corner of her eye.

Another thud sounded off beside her, Dynamike's body crashing to the floor painfully. "Mr. Mike?" She tried shaking him awake, but he was unresponsive. A loud snore escaping his mouth.

She gave up trying to wake him, returning to investigating this new location. However, her senses were soon assaulted by a new sensation. She could smell the distinct scent of freshly roasted chestnuts on an open fire. A cool mist chilling her nose. This mist proceeded to envelop her, the girl's whole body smelling of the Christmas treat.

Nita quickly shifted to her feet, her vision blurry but her senses on high alert. She could make out the forms of a few small people moving towards her. Their weapons pointed her way. A hand fell on her shoulder, the tiny child easily flipping them over her back and kicking it away. She heard the sound of soft electricity coming from her right. She sent a dangerous shockwave in its direction, four or five blurs getting launched into the air and falling down helplessly.

Another group could be felt to her right. She wildly threw herself into the crowd, her raw force pushing them around like ragdolls in a washing machine. Her rampage continued unhindered. The tiny child ran through the crowd, carving a bloody canyon with their bodies.

She slowed down when their advances seized. The adrenaline that had been driving her actions slowly faded away. And with the loss of her adrenaline boost, so did she lose strength in her limbs. She dropped to a knee, her vision slowly going black. She could hear a body being pulled away from her. She assumed this was Dynamike being taken away, but she couldn't see anything.

A stun-baton stabbed at her back, the electricity coursing through her spine and causing her to collapse. The bodies rained down on her, bombarding her with a mixture of hand-to-hand blows and weapon assisted assaults.

As her vision finally faded, she could see a small pink dot approaching her. 'Ally' she thought. 'Friend.'

Sammy: Hello, and welcome to Santa's Little Helpers
Queen: Yeah, Why did you make it sound like I was the only one writing this?
Sammy: *shrugs shoulders* Dramatic Effect.
Queen: You sir are absolutely insane. Anywho, like he said, Welcome to Christmas! Brawlidays? Whatever floats your boat.
Sammy: And whatever you do don't rock that boat cause we are going on a cruise through the holiday season! We plan on finishing this story by Christmas Day! Ain't that right Queen?
Queen: Yep! We've got the next couple chapters geared up and ready to go, and we're going to be dropping one or two every day until Christmas! So we hope you're ready to get festive! Woohoo!
Sammy: I'm sorry did you say ONE OR TWO CHAPTERS EVERYDAY~?!
Queen: We have the material for it. Oh wait that was a dramatic cue... THAT'S RIGHT SAMMY WE'RE GONNA BE DROPPING ONE OR TWO CHAPTERS EVERY DAY! So make sure you come back every day to read the next part of the story that we posted!
Sammy: With an upload schedule like that you would have thought I came up with it. I think I'm rubbing off on you~.
Queen: Between the length and the schedule, I'd say you're probably right. But we will have this up by Christmas if it kills me so we're doing this.
Sammy: Us. Kills us. And speaking of us, we would like to thank you for reading the first chapter. *whispers* Hey Queen.
Queen: *whispers back* Hey what.
Sammy: *whispers in response* Can I say the thing?
Queen: *still whispering* you can say the thing.
Sammy: *with a goofy smile* Thank you for reading another one of m- I mean OUR Silly Scripts!
Queen: My turn?
Sammy: But of course madam~
Queen: Thank you, please keep reading, and goodnight!