Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis, Father Christmas, or Smurfs.

A/N: I was just watching House of Anubis over from the beginning online. When you watched the part where Amber tried to give Fabian a couple scrapbook, did any of you notice that she wrote "FABINA" on the cover in glitter glue? I was like ;D !

Now back to our regularly scheduled chapter:

*Fabian's POV*

Oh no, I messed up didn't I? I guess I just got caught up in planning with Mick and Patricia. "Nina wasn't that angry, was she?" Amber gestured to the end of the table-Nina's seat was empty. "I'll go talk to her." I pushed back my chair, stood up, and walked to her room. "Nina?" I knocked on her door.

"Come in."

I went in and saw her...playing with dolls? "Interesting hobby."

"They're not mine-they're Amber's." She laughed. "Come take a closer look." I sat next to her. She passed me a mini-Amber.

"It figures Amber would have a doll of herself. Oh, and now this doll has a whole wardrobe of outfits, courtesy of Jerome."

"There's more." She removed mini-Amber and laid three more dolls in my lap. "Meet mini-Nina, mini-Mara, and mini-Patricia."

I picked up mini-Nina. "You know, she really does look just like you...pretty eyes an' all. How will I ever tell the two of you apart?" I joked.

"Well, that's an easy question," Nina replied," but how will I know which one of you is my Fabian?" She pulled out a mini-me from behind her back.

"Touché," I said as I snatched the doll from her hand. "Any other dolls I should meet?"

"All there's left is mini-Mick, mini-Jerome, and mini-Alfie."

"Where did Amber get all these made? It's kind of creepy. You know...voodoo."

"Who knows?"

"Nina...about breakfast..."

"No worries- I figured you were conspiring with them down there. Amber's awesome, but I just needed a break from her meddling."

"Okay. I'm glad you're not mad."

"Hey, while we're on the subject of you conspiring, what did you mean by 'GCBC' and 'playing tetherball?'"

Should I tell her? No, I'll wait for her to see it happening. Be much more fun. "You trust me, right?"

Nina nodded. "Of course."

"Then just wait. Come on, let's head back." I playfully yanked her arm.

"All right." She smiled.

*Patricia's POV*

Where were Fabian and Nina? The rest of us were ready to start the investigation. They appeared in the doorway. "Finally! Shake a leg, will ya?" I slapped my hand down on the table right in front of Jerome. "Well, scumbag, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?" I sneered.

Fabian sighed. "Please, Jerome. Do you really want to go through with this? All we need is the location of Amber's clothes."

Jerome kept a neutral expression on his face. "I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Hard way it is then." Oh, this was going to be fun. "Admit you took the clothes, punk."

"If you'll excuse me, I have to-" Jerome tried to stand up, but Mick sat him back down.

"You're a real low-life, Clarke. We're not letting you go-"

"Until I admit I took the trashy clothes, right? Fine, I took them. Can I go now?"

"Jerome, just tell us where you put Amber's outfits. If you don't...well...remember the last time we 'played tetherball' against you?"

Jerome paled. Aw, he was cracking already. I was hoping for an intense verbal tennis match. I love debating with Jerome. Although, I didn't blame him for turning as white as a ghost. Last time was a load of fun for me at his expense. One time Alfie told me Jerome dreamt about the incident once a month. "Okay, China." Mick took a step back from Jerome in confusion. Jerome saw his chance. As he dashed out the door, he called out,"Go to China."

"Nice going, Mickey." I muttered.

"He sent my clothes to...China?" Amber whimpered.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alfie check his watch. "Be back in a bit, gang." We all quietly sat down in the common room. None of us had any idea Jerome would go that far. We didn't know what to do next.

After five minutes, Nina broke the silence. "Amber, cheer up. I'm sure Jerome was joking as usual. He doesn't have nearly enough cash to send you designer wardrobe to China. He probably just blurted something out, so he wouldn't crack."

"Yeah," Mara chimed in, warming up to Nina's positive thinking," Jerome's not evil. He just goes to far sometimes to get a laugh. He probably stashed them in the drama room." I felt myself perk up a bit, and one by one the others did, too. Then I mentally slapped myself. Had I really just believed-even for five minutes- that Jerome shipped Amber's clothes halfway across the globe? Fabian pulled out a deck of cards, and we started playing 'Slapjack.' Alfie returned form wherever he had gone on our fifth round. He had a big red sack slung over his left shoulder.

"How's it going, Father Christmas?" Fabian greeted Alfie.

"Fabulously, thank you for asking. Let's see...I have an early present for...Amber Millington!" He set the sack down in front of her. Cautiously, she looked inside, then jumped up, and squealed.

"Oh, Alfie!" She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss-full on the lips. My mouth was hanging open in surprise. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She lugged the sack upstairs to put her designer clothes back home in her closet. I chuckled.

Fabian and Nina attempter to ask Alfie where on earth he found Amber's outfits, but he couldn't speak. His whole face was frozen in an expression of delight. I excused myself and left to go for a quick walk. As I was right outside the entrance to the school some idiot smacked into me. "Hey, watch it!"

She turned around to face me. "I'm so sorry...Patricia, right?"

"Yeah. You?"

"China." She extended a hand. "You live in the same house as Jerome and Alfie, correct?" I nodded. "It's always a pleasure doing business with them." The missing pieces had just fallen into place. I said goodbye and returned to Anubis House to share my findings with the others.

"Hey, guys, guess what?" I rushed in through the door. I stopped short at the sight of a Smurf'd Mick.