Chances are, I'm not going to finish this before Christmas *Gasp!*. But I'm going to try!

Darkrai still on strick, pooh. That's the reason that I've hadn't updated yet. And the reason that he's not being tortured like heck in this chapter. Enjoy!

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Ch. 4

"It could be worse." Darkrai stated.

"How?" Mesprite asked. They were currently hanging up the hundreds of lights in the west wing. The far west wing. Actually, make that the farthest west wing.

"Well… it just could." He said back.

"It could be worse for you, maybe, but not me." After a pause, Mesprite continued, "Actually, I could see how it could be worse for you. Cresselia could have taken up caroling."

They continued hanging up the lights, they were about halfway done. Darkrai's three clawed hand was by that time, extremely sore.

"So… how's the weather?" Darkrai turned to look at Mesprite with a 'are you kidding me?' look on his face. Mesprite shrugged, which looked weird since her hands were stuck more in her neck than her shoulders. "I was just trying to strike up a conversation…."

At that moment, the Christmas lights left their hands and started hanging up themselves. "Huh?" both of them said at the same time.

"Hey guys!" Mew flew out of nowhere, and started circling around them quite quickly, yelling, "It's horrible, it's horrible!"

"What's going on?" Mesprite asked with a worried look on her face. Darkrai said it as well, but without the worried look, and he also added 'annoying fuzz-ball' at the end.

"Well, one of the Legendaries wished that lights would hang up themselves, and Jarachi was nearby, and well…" Mew looked to be at the point of crying.

"Aw, that's so sad!" Mesprite said, "Now we don't get to completely ruin our hands through mindless work that has no point to it at all!"

Darkrai caught the sarcasm in it, but Mew didn't seem to. "I know! It's horrible!"

"What I find horrible is that I didn't think of that." Darkrai said. While Mew looked at him in disbelief, Darkrai lifted his wrist, and looked at an imaginary watch. "Well look at that, it's night time on Earth. Time for me to go to work." That was the last thing he said before he floated off.

"…he's not very nice." Mew said.

"It's only the holidays. He's not usually this bad." Mesprite said.

"So he's like the Scrooge, huh?"

"Um… yes?"

Mew paused, then said "Ah." He looked around hastily, then said, "I've… got to go to something. See you later!" Mew flew off at high speed, leaving a baffled Mesprite behind.

"Manaphy, Manaphy!" Mew yelled, practically crashing into her.

"Where's the fire?" she said, trying to dodge Mew's crash.

"Guess what!" Mew yelled. Before Manaphy could guess, he continued, "Darkrai is like the Scrooge!"

Confused, Manaphy asked "So?"

Smiling quite evilly, Mew quieted down, and whispered, "So, have you ever heard of the Christmas Story?"

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Mew's got something planned here...