Okay, so it sounds like some people would still like to play the game of guessing what advent chocolate shape corresponds to each chapter. So, keep on guessing, and I will start posting the tallies at the end of each chapter starting in a few days. On a side note - to anyone who has changed their username since the last time I posted scores (Ch. 13), please let me know!

I do not own the Storm Hawks, they are the property of Nerd Corps.

December 15th

Christmas Curiosity

Aerrow always seemed to find something adventurous to do, and it was Radarr's job to be there to help him as soon as fun and adventure turned into very real danger. Whether or not the other squadron members ever took any of his plans seriously (or understood his charade instructions), he was always ready and willing to be a part of any plans that would help Aerrow.

In the air, Radarr always had a vast, varied arsenal at the ready, tucked into the depths of his cockpit. On the Condor, Radarr knew every nook and cranny of the ship almost as well as Stork. Such knowledge was essential to get out of tight situations.

Unfortunately, especially around Christmas, there were certain situations Radarr found himself in that were just too tight to handle, and oh so embarrassing to boot.

-X

"So, uh, does anyone have a clue how this happened?" Aerrow asked his perplexed teammates.

"Probably a strato-elf has been hiding on the Condor for months, waiting for an opportune moment -"

"Stork, even if that were possible, and I'm definitely not saying it is, why would they go after Radarr?" Piper asked.

"He's the smallest, thus an easy target." Stork replied as though it was simple logic that every intruder would come to the same conclusion.

A muffled growl of discontent came from Radarr.

"Radarr's hardly an easy target, Stork, he moves too fast." Aerrow insisted, coming to the defense of his furry friend, seeing as he was in no position to defend his own pride at that moment.

"I guess we can't really even ask Radarr about what happened to him either." Junko observed.

"Guys, you're missing the whole point of this situation," Finn began, exasperated, "It doesn't matter how this happened, just how hilarious it is that it did happen!"

A series of very unimpressed sounds came from Radarr, he was obviously very frustrated with Finn.

"Finn, I really don't think -"

"Aerrow, come on! Are you trying to tell me that this isn't even a bit funny?" Finn insisted.

"Well…" Aerrow rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort, taking a moment to look down at his poor furry friend – what he could see of him anyway. "I guess, in a way…."

A very perturbed growl came from Radarr as even his best friend started to make fun of him.

"Sorry, Radarr," Aerrow apologized before adding, "It's just that Finn may actually have a point. I don't know how you did it Radarr, or why, but it's pretty funny that you can't get yourself unstuck…."

Radarr let out a quiet whimper of defeat. There would be no keeping his dignity today if he couldn't get out of the mess he had gotten himself into. He tried to wiggle around, but his arms were pinned to his sides. He resorted to trying to twist his body to try and get out, but he only found himself further encased in leather. How had he gotten himself into this? It didn't really seem to matter to him anymore, as no matter what had happened it still resulted in him being stuck.

As Radarr continued his attempts to free himself, Finn bent down to pick up the matching object that the co-pilot had been so curious about. "So… whose are these anyway? I don't think you're going to be able to use them anytime soon – unless someone plans to help Radarr out?"

Aerrow smirked. "He'll get out eventually."

"What about air?" Everyone turned to look at the navigator. "Well, if he's stuck in that small of a space, is he able to breathe well enough?"

"I'm sure he can breathe, Piper, not that the air in there will be all that fresh." Finn chuckled at the thought before once more asking, "Seriously though, whose are these? They look as though they would belong to someone with a Santa suit."

"Well, they're either mine, or Stork's – we both have a pair." Junko admitted.

"Oh, I see, wait… Stork dresses up as Santa?" Finn asked incredulously.

As the conversation carried on above his head, slightly muffled due to the tight spot he found himself in, Radarr sighed in frustration. He had been hoping Jolly old St. Nick had left his boots here by accident somehow, and Radarr had been hoping to take advantage of that and get a good whiff of his scent to track him.

To Radarr's disappointment, it had turned out the Christmas looking item actually belonged to the Condor's pilot – it smelled far too much like antiseptic to belong to Junko. Radarr stopped attempting to find his own method to get free. As soon as Stork realized that Radarr was stuck in his belonging, it wouldn't take the Merb long to get him unstuck in order to sanitize any germs the co-pilot may have left behind.

Waiting for Stork to get him out would definitely be the quicker route – Radarr wasn't sure how long it would take before someone else on the team finally took pity on him. Well, Radarr didn't need their pity – not today. Radarr had Stork on his side – a true secret Santa! Well, he had been secret until Junko told everyone.

Hope you all enjoyed this one, and good luck with the guessing!

~Crimson Fox4