"Where are we even going!?" Grif asked, driving random directions with the Blues behind them. "Because where we are right now is really fuckin' cold!"

"Shut it, you dimwit!" Sarge ordered.

"Seriously! It's like we're in the fucking North Pole!" he paused, looking ahead, "Speaking of which, is that an elf in front of us?"

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"Is that an elf?" Tucker asked, looking ahead.

"Don't be silly; there's no such thing as elves," Wash told him.

"..What about the giant building over there?"

"What giant buil- holy shit.." Wasington hit harder on the gas to get a closer look.

"It must be Santa!" Donut cheered.

"Hold It!" Ordered a high-pitched voice, and both vehicles stopped.

"What the fuck?" Grif asked in the other warthog.

"What are you doing in the North Pole?" The person... Elf?, asked.

"I told you!" Grif told Sarge.

"We're looking for an idiot wearing blue armor," Tucker explained.

"Idiot in blue... You mean that guy Santa took in?" The elf asked.

"Santa?" Epsilon asked, appearing in front of the elf.

"Ooh! An AI! Kids are all over those this time of year! Speaking of which, we're busy," the elf told them.

"Can we just see our.." Epsilon grumbled to himself, "Friend?"

"Fine! But make it quick, we're not supposed to let visitors in this time of year, we're too busy wrapping the presents!" The elf sighed, getting out of the way.

"Thank you," Wash nodded, driving though along with the Red's warthog.

"What the fuck just happened?" Tucker asked, looking back at the elf.

"I guess we're seeing 'Santa'," Epsilon said, with air quotes of obvious disbelief.

"This better not be a trap.." Wash muttered, "But according to that elf guy, Caboose is in that building."

They reached the very festive looking building, and everyone got out of the warthogs, entering. They were amazed at the sight: tiny elves running everywhere, doing the best they can to add finishing touches to the presents. And then Caboose, jumping up and down with a Santa hat on his helmet.

"What. Just. Happened?" Tucker repeated his earlier question.

"I don't know," everyone else said. Tucker shook his head, and walked up to Caboose.

"Caboose? What the fuck are you doing here!?"

"Oh, well I saw a shiny thing and it turned out to be a tiny person so I asked the tiny person where Candy Land was and he pointed to this place and said it was close and now here I am with a lot of candy and wrapping paper!" Caboose proceded to smash is face into a nearby mint cheesecake, forgetting about his helmet.

"Okay.. Yeah, come on, we're going," Tucker grabbed his arm, dragging the other Blue to the others.

"Now don't leave just yet!" A voice sounded at the other side abov the workshop place. Tucker turned around and recognized the man as Santa. "Aren't you the ones who took down that Director fellow?"

"Uh.. Kinda?" Epsilon answered.

"Well, I think ones such as you guys should be getting some presents early!" Santa declared.

"Aren't we a little old for that?" Wash inquired.

"Of course not! Let me grab them!" Santa went to a very large pile of presents, picking out a few and coming back. "I'm sure you'll find them interesting."

Tucker glanced at Wash, "What just happened?"