A/N: This one is for Starathsbunker, who asked for a Megavolt fic. Your request was so introspective and had some wonderful questions for him to consider; I hope this matches what you were thinking for him!

"I still don't know why he put us in charge," muttered Megavolt as he stood at the doorway of the Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice Bakery, watching the Eggmen and F.O.W.L. High Command file back to the Negaverse. The agents who could still walk anyway. "It's not like I'm any less of a villain than these guys are, but I'm still responsible for them. It doesn't make sense."

Liquidator, his size just big enough to be menacing but not so big as to be threatening (which could change depending on how F.O.W.L. behaved), said, "Maybe you're born with it."

Born with what? He hated how confusing Liquidator's speech was. Conversations were complicated enough already; why did Liquidator need to make things worse by using slogans all the time?

Also, Megavolt had heard that particular slogan before and felt, on some level, that he ought to be offended.

"We just chose the winning side," Bushroot said. "We're still villains, just… on a different level."

"Powered up," Liquidator said, nodding. Which probably meant he agreed. Bushroot and Liquidator has always gotten along well; water and plants, you know. It made sense.

But it didn't make Liquidator any easier to understand.

Megavolt glanced down the street, wondering how many F.O.W.L. agents were left. He was getting tired from standing here.

They looked pretty impressive, though, the Eggmen. Marching down the snowy street single file with the Christmas lights gleaming off their helmets. St. Canard citizens were filming the march on their phones, probably thinking this was some form of holiday entertainment.

The line of Eggmen was thinning, nearing the end. And once F.O.W.L. was gone, the crowd should disperse.

So his window of opportunity would open.

Leaning forward, Megavolt asked, "Can you create a distraction once the Eggmen have all gone?"

Quackerjack looked around, suspicious.

Megavolt nodded to the decorations lining the street. "I'm gonna free—"

"Oh, give it a rest!" Quackerjack snapped. "They're Christmas lights. They're fulfilling their purpose hanging on all the buildings. What are they gonna do in their weird lighthouse? Collect dust? Sit with the rest of the electronics that you've liberated? Let them go. At least here, they're making people happy."

Bushroot glanced over at them as Liquidator grew a few inches, looming over some Eggmen who were whispering to one another. The agents abruptly stopped talking, ducking their heads and scurrying into the bakery.

"Didn't peg you as a 'give the people what they want' sort of duck," Bushroot said, eyeing Quackerjack, who shrugged and dug his hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, well." Quackerjack, too, studied the line of Eggmen.

But the last few were trudging through the sludge left by the melted snow. They even picked up the pace when Quackerjack sneered at them.

And just like that, all of F.O.W.L. was on their way back to the Negaverse, where Steelbeak was waiting to receive them.

Quackerjack stepped forward, yanking his hands from his pockets. "Catch you later."

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Bushroot asked.

Quackerjack fiddled with something in his hand and glanced back with a bored expression. "Does it matter? The Eggmen went back to the Negaverse, our job is done."

"But Negaduck said—"

"Negaduck isn't here," Quackerjack ground out. "And I have better places to be." With that, he stomped off, not looking back.

Bushroot sighed. "Shall we? I want to make sure Steelbeak actually kept an eye on F.O.W.L. and didn't decide to join their ranks again."

"Which side will he choose? Tune in to find out!" Liquidator slid into the bakery.

Bushroot looked at Megavolt. "You coming?"

Megavolt paused, eyes once more drawn to the Christmas decorations.

Bushroot loosed another heavy sigh. "I'll just see you back in the Negaverse, yeah?" The door to the bakery closed, Megavolt standing alone on the stoop.

Having seen no major crimes committed, the citizens had fully dispersed, just as Megavolt had predicted they would. Not even one last curious party lingered. So he was alone to freely study all the lights, weighing Quackerjack's words.

They were beautiful.

All lights were beautiful as far as he was concerned, but these were in a league of their own. Different shapes, sizes, colors. Most of them were connected in long strands so they were never alone. They could flash or strobe or blink. The sheer variety available for Christmas lights was enough to excite Megavolt; more traditional lights weren't this varied or versatile.

There were even whole events were planned around Christmas lights, people venturing out to view them. Zoo's and rec centers and business squares put up elaborate displays. Cities competed with one another for the most impressive set up. Even homeowners decked out their yards and houses for the season.

Light bulbs never received this much attention the rest of the year. Which was a shame. Standard Edison lightbulbs were also beautiful; people had quickly forgotten how convenient it was to have light whenever you wanted it. For much of history, sunlight and fire had been the only source of light. And they weren't even grateful.

This time of year was the closest anyone came to matching Megavolt's love and enthusiasm for lights.

So, should he take that away?

As much as these lights called out to him, taking them away would deprive everyone else of the very joy Megavolt experienced with them every day.

Maybe Quackerjack was right. Maybe these lights were fulfilling their destiny. They were created to be beautiful rather than practical. And Megavolt found something of worth in that.

No one would ever deserve lightbulbs and electricity.

But for the holiday season. For Christmas lights.

People didn't deserve these lights any better, but these were, at least, appreciated.

Besides, Megavolt decided, as he pulled the door to the bakery open, they did look pretty. And he was warmed by something unnameable when he saw so many lights decorating such a vast array of locations in such a variety of style and color.

With one last glance down the street, Megavolt disappeared inside the bakery, heading back home to his own collection of beautiful lights and gadgets and appliances.