Author's Notes: Albeit, not too Christmas related this chapter, I just could NOT resist doing this about the Fifth Generation for Pokemon! X3 If you don't know

Enjoy!

Oh, and I forgot to mention: Last chapter had a sneaky reference to the Fifth Gen. Whomever discovers it, or at least gets pretty close to it, gets a free request! :D Your only clue, other then it's from Pokemon, is that it's somewhere in the first four paragraphs.

But enjoy this chapter first :)

Though most of the action that beautiful morning was outside in the sparkling snow, from Mario and Fox having a snowball fight, to Bowser building a snowman, to Zelda shoving snow down Ike's shirt, much to his unhappiness, sometimes, a Smasher would remain inside, in the colourful warmth of the Mansion's interior. One such Smasher was Falco Lombardi, ace pilot of the Star-Fox Team and the coolest bird you could ever meet.

Currently, the blue falcon was sat before his beloved computer, a marvellous piece of technology, that could anything another computer could do, but faster and better. It downloaded stuff faster, played games better and what not. Falco adored it like it were his own child. The bird's room was nice and warm, with a shiny metallic feel about it, decorated with computer monitors and radar (When you spent most of your days on the Great Fox, artificial surroundings grew homier to you) and Christmas lights and tinsel.

Anyway, Falco had come across an interesting website, one that had such an interesting theme, that he was literally laughing his head off, clutching his stomach as his diaphragm protested the amount of laughing. And this laughing attracted the attention of a passing Captain Falcon, whom poked his head in through the door and asked: "Hey, Falco, what ya' laughing at?"

"Come and look, my fellow falcon!" The avian sniggered, to which the racer shrugged at and walked in, standing next to the bird as Falco gestured to what the monitor was displaying. It was a bright yellow page, with a title: "Facts about Kamitsure."

And underneath it, was a large box, with a small arrow pointing 'right' under it, stating 'Next'. And in the large box, were these words:

Before he goes to bed every night, Giratina checks his closet to make sure Kamitsure isn't in there

Captain Falcon read it with surprise, before the humour of the Pokemon equivalent to the Grim Reaper ever checking his closet for that Electric-type Gym Leader hit him, and the racer burst into a roar of laughter, as Falco joined in as well, the two bird-named Smasher's roaring with laughter at the utter funniness of what they just read.

"Holy crap! Where did you find this?" Captain Falcon sniggered, reigning in his laughter to pose the question.

"Dunno, just did!" Falco sniggered in reply, before clicking on the 'Next' arrow to see what came up. "Now, what's next?"

The next text came up, and it had both Smasher's sniggering when the box above the arrow now said: Flying-type Pokemon used Fly to escape Kamitsure. Not to be outdone, Kamitsure invented Thunder.

"Ha! This is awesome!" Falcon sniggered, giving Falco a high-five in their discovery of this hilarity as a passing Kind Dedede looked in and asked: "What are you two laughing at? If it's that damnable Gummy Bear again, I swear-"

"No, penguin!" Falcon stated, dragging Dedede over to stand next to the blue bird's computer, Falco chuckling as he moved slightly see that Dedede could see past him at the computer. "It's a list of facts about Kamitsure, that Gym Leader from Pokemon's Fifth Generation!"

"As if four wasn't enough..." Dedede muttered, looking at the screen. "So, what-... HA! Invented Thunder? That Electric-move that can hit people using Fly? Clever!"

"I know, right?" Falco laughed, clicking on the arrow again. "C'mon, let's see what comes on next!"

And, as the trio laughed anew, again and again, these various phrases sprang up on the computer, like this clever one: Kamitsure gives Darkrai nightmares. And the list went on!:

Ditto can transform into anything- Even Kamitsure. However, if he transformed into Kamitsure, he would die from overload of Kamitsure.
Arceus created the World. Kamitsure created Arceus. While she was on the loo.
Kamitsure does not recharge after Hyper Beam. She kills you again.
Pokemon faint when they run out of HP. People die when they run into Kamitsure.
Kamitsure poisons Steel-types, electrocutes Ground-types, earthquakes Flying-types and mind-beats the hell out of Dark-types.
Explosion makes the user Faint. Except Kamitsure. She simply explodes you again.
Kamitsure once kicked a dimension in the face. We now know this dimension as the Distortion World.
The Master Ball may catch anything due to superior power, but Kamitsure's Poke-balls can catch anything as well. Because the caught Pokemon are too scared to come out.
Kamitsure HAS caught them all. Twice.
When Kamitsure suggestively said "Megahorn" to Fuuro, it was the only case of a Bug-type move being super effective against a Flying-type.
Kamitsure does not sleep. She only waits for you to sleep yourself, so she may kill you without the screaming.
If Kamitsure used Metronome, it would always be the same move: "You die now."
Kamitsure can drown a Kyogre and overheat a Groudon.

At this stage, the trio of birds (Two falcons, one penguin) were rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically, beating the ground with their fists, choking on their own laughter and just having a fun time, as friends should do on Christmas!

However, there soon came a downside to their laughter, and that downside was this; Peach was attracted by the guffaws and hoots of humour, and entered the room to see what the commotion. Unfortunately for our three unaware laugh-a-lots, she moved over to the computer and saw what they were looking at. Now, if there was one thing Peach hated, it were stupid sites that said wacky things like the above list. And when Peach hates something, you can bet your grandmother on that she'll make it known. And she did;

"What the HELL are you three idiots looking at?" Peach shrieked with rage in face of those damned sites.Instantly, the three took notice of her and gaped in horror, before trying to cover themselves up:

"It was nothing! Just a joke! Don't kill us! Just something to kill time! Don't kill US. It's nothing, don't worry! You're just overreacting!"

Peach snarled angrily at them, earning yet even more girly whimpers of fear from the great Captain Falcon, the mighty King Dedede and the heroic Falco, hissing: "Sites like that are overrated and NOT FUNNY! How dare you ruin the tranquil fun of Christmas with such stupidity!Do you want us to get negative reviews for using the same joke, again and again? DO YOU?"

"Peach, please! Spare us! It's Christmas soon!" King Dedede begged shamelessly.

"True. Which is why I'm going to HURT you slightly less then I normally do, with this fun Christmas frying pan."

Peach promptly whipped out a gleaming silver sauce pan, decorated with smiling Santa faces, and she grinned maniacally at the horrified males, before sniggering: "So, who's first?"

They pointed at anything but themselves.

Such a shame, really, to be beaten before Christmas...

Later

Dr Mario was working in his office, a Santa hat on his scruffy brown hair, when the beaten forms of Dedede, Falco and Falcon were tossed, all tied together with a single red ribbon, and a note stating: Merry Christmas, Doctor Mario.

The good doctor smiled at his note, before shouting into the air: "I BETTER BE-A GETTING A PAY RAISE-A FOR CHRISTMAS!"

The Distortion Realm

The titanic form of a monstrous serpentine beast, with sharps clawed wings like tentacles, golden spikes around a grey, sleek body, like a snake, and a golden mask covered a draconic face, crimson eyes glowing in the dark void of the dreaded Distortion Realm, a world where physics and gravity are nothing against the corrupting power of the legendary Giratina.

The massive Ghost/Dragon spun through the twisted dimension with as much ease as a shark glides in the sea, a monster in his turf, an unstoppable creature.

However, the Legend was for a more important mission today. Slowly, the beast approached an idling island which held a black wardrobe on it, part of a ritual he engaged in every night. Nervously, the Ghost/Dragon approached the wooden compliment to this dimension, cautious and wary. Gently, a tentacle-like claw reached for the handle, and slowly, slowly, Giratina opened the door-

And his crimson eyes widened in ultimate horror, as a feminine voice hissed: "Yep. I'm in here today. Want a five-second head-start?"

Giratina had a single thought before fleeing as fast as he could: "All I want this Christmas is survival."

Author's Notes: A random chapter, I know, but hey, I liked it :)

Only around five-four days till Christmas! I CAN'T WAIT! :D