Chapter 3- The peanuts gang.

Everyone was found eventually. They met in the gym where the infamous Christmas play was to take place. Chris Jericho was trapped as the little yellow bird named Woodstock. Taker was the incoherent dog named Snoopy. Kane had already knew he was Charlie Brown.

Punk came on the scene later on as the piano playing kid named Schroeder, as Morrison took the identity of Rerun, Lucy and Linus' little brother.

"So are we all here?" Kane asked aloud.

Nods came from everyone. Kane tried to address the situation as best as possible, he had become the reluctant leader of the group since the Undertaker became a beagle. They were all trapped in the Christmas special yet with no apparent way out, the only thing they could do was continue on as if they were the characters running a Christmas play. Chris Jericho was franticly writing a note as many wondered where on earth he found a pencil small enough for him to use. He passed the note to the Deadman who gave and nod to it and passed it along to Kane.

Kane looked over the note before he let out a sigh. "Chris… You can't write as a bird" and revealed the letter was nothing but squiggles and likes like chicken scratches. Chris began yelling about in odd in his squeaky chirps trying to vent out an idea as Taker began yelling back at him in low growls and trying to make words. The two kept going until Punk put his piano between the two and told them to knock it off.

"Guys, come on! Besides, none of us can't understand what the hell you're staying!" Punk announced.

"Why the hell am I the little kid?" Morrison demanded.

"Why do I have a blanket?" Jeff questioned as he kept it in his back pocket.

"People, simmer!" Kelly called. "I'm sure Kane will get us out of here…"

"And since when the hell do people listen to Charlie Brown?" Kane demanded of her, he soon rolled his eyes as he pondered his next move. Everyone was now depending on him, and there didn't seem to be a way out.

"Maybe we need to do the Christmas pageant the way it was suppose to be done? A lush tree, a script… or Kaney Brown's script" Punk said with a smirk.

"Next person who calls me Kaney Brown will get kicked so hard…"

"But Charlie brown never makes the kick." Randy announced with a smirk of his own.

"None of you have footballs for heads!" growled Kane.

As the gang tried to figure out what to do next, Taker had gotten up and left the room for a strange reason. Everyone waited for him to return, what was strange was that he returned with a typewriter. He found a piece of paper and began to type franticly. When done, he pulled the paper out and passed it off to Kane.

"Wow apparently Snoopy can type!" Kane said with a smirk. "Deadman is suggesting that we continue on with the Christmas play idea… Take, you do realize you got to lick Randy?"

Passing the paper back to Taker, the Deadman franticly typed again. The note was passed as Kane read it over. "No it's not that type of licking Deadman" Kane announced.

"Uh… I do have a question. Why am I here? Rerun isn't in this Christmas Special" questioned Morrison.

"Well you're here now. Ok, everyone break up into groups and let's figure out how to get out of here." Kane called.

"I agree. I don't want Orton hitting on me" said Punk as he gathered up his little piano and went on his way.

Randy sat alone with Kane for a moment. "How come I am always the chick?" he asked aloud.

Kane snickered. "I don't think you want an answer to that. Just suck it up and let's get this over with."