Scrooge You.

AN: Man, I'm on a roll! This story is like totally MEGA FUN to write! I changed the DOTM cannon a scotch. Just a scotch mind you!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Electric Slide. Damn!

Act Four: Why Does the Atrox Have a Lisp?

Lambert began to see tiny spots dance across his eyes as he realized that conniving girl had yet again shifted him to a different time instead of hearing him talk. He silently vowed that she would be the next one to be transported to an infernal netherworld via lightening bolt of doom.

"Here we are!" Serena exclaimed excitedly.

Lambert looked around, they apparently were in some type of cave, a gloomy, desolate place, "Where are we?"

"Your old internship!" Serena exclaimed, still rather excitedly.

Lambert scratched his head, "Why are you so perky about everything?"

She shrugged, a vaguely psychotic smile plastered on her face.

Lambert yet again looked around, and noticed a tiny engraving in the rock that stated 'LAMBERT IZ TEH R0X0R!one!' "Ah yes," He stated, "I remember this place well."

Just then, a group of three approached the area, all clad in Black Cloaks of Doom. Lambert noticed that two of them had brooms in hand. "Hey!" He cried, suddenly recalling this Christmas, "That's Zahi! The boy I used to work with!" He stated, pointing to the less greasy boy, "And that's Mr. Atrox, my old boss!"

Serena squinted at the so-called Mr. Atrox. "Are you sure?" She asked.

Lambert nodded knowingly, "Yes! That's him! I recognize the hat!"

Sure enough, Mr. Atrox was wearing a rather large Santa Hat with green bells sewn on it. He wore a decorative sweater vest that depicted a train of reindeer whom were all smiling and a hand-knit scarf with a rather jolly Santa.

"Somehow, I always pictured the Atrox's human form to be more…um…diabolical," Serena mused.

"What are you talking about?" Lambert argued, "That sweater vest has been known to make people scream and personally wet themselves!"

"Uh-huh," Serena said, obviously not buying it.

"Okay people!" The Atrox stated, clapping his hands, "I want everyone to make this place spick and span for the Christmas Party! We can't afford our company friends to dance on a dirty stone floor, now can we? I didn't think so-oh!"

"I am on zit vight avay!" Stated Zahi, sweeping like a madman.

Serena scratched her head, "Why does the Atrox have a lisp? And since when was Zahi's accent typed?" She then muttered, "Albeit poorly."

Lambert put a finger to his lips, "Shhh!"

Serena clenched her jaw and muttered something unintelligible under her breath.

"Sir, I don't want to sweep!" Pouted Angst!Teen!Lambert, "What difference does it make, we are in an underground enclave, that is, in a sense, made of dirt!"

The Atrox proceeded to roll up his sleeve and then slap him against the face, "Now that sounds like a party-pooper attitude!" He stated, "And I will have none of that, Lambert you need to learn to turn that frown upside down, or I will be forced to slap you again!"

Angst!Teen!Lambert immediately turned his frown upside down, wincing as the red handprint hurt more with an upside down frown than a regular frown.

"Gorgeous!" The Atrox squealed, he then turned to Zahi, "Have you finished devilling the devilled eggs?"

Zahi immediately stopped sweeping and stood up straight like a marine would, "Mais oui, Monsieur!"

"Kiss ass," Muttered olderLambert under his breath.

"Wonderful!" The Atrox sighed, "Oh this is going to be the best Christmas party ever!" He looked and noticed that Angst!Teen!Lambert was once again sulking in a dark corner, "Lambert, why aren't you wearing the hat and shoes I made you all?"

Angst!Teen!Lambert muttered something that sounded like, "Tacky," and then said more clearly, "I think I lost them."

"Neverre fear, mon ami, I 'ave a spare set!" Announced Zahi, producing a humiliating pair of elf slippers and a fuzzy hat from under his Black Cloak of Doom.

Angst!Teen!Lambert's face paled and he begrudgedly took the articles of clothing and put them on, looking like a very unhappy camper indeed.

"Aw," Said the Atrox, pinching Angst!Teen!Lambert's cheeks, "Don't you look precious!"

That was the moment Lambert first planned to betray the Atrox.

Serena looked at the older Lambert and began to snicker, "I think I've misjudged the Atrox. He's not all that bad if he wears Christmas vests and makes you wear elf slippers." She stated.

Lambert pointed a finger at her, "You shall never speak of this!"

Serena was about the respond, when the doors to the enclave suddenly bust open. The Atrox then began to prance like a ninny, "Oh the guests are here! The guests are here!"

Sure enough, a train of about forty or fifty people entered, all dressed in ridiculous amounts of holiday cheer. At the head of the procession was a woman Serena recognized.

"Hey! That's Aura!" She proclaimed.

Lambert tugged at his collar, "Heh."

The Atrox then grabbed at Angst!Teen!Lambert's hand, "Come on! There's someone I'd like you to like totally meet!"

Angst!Teen!Lambert sent a pleading glance to no one in particular as he was carted away.

The Atrox brought him right up to Aura, "Honey sugar cookie," He cooed at her, "This is my least hard-working and most susceptible to betrayal employee Lambert!" He then gestured to Aura, "This is my wife Ursula. I really have no idea why I'm introducing you, but what the hey!" With this, he looked up, "Oh my gosh! You'll never guess who just walked in! It's that Countess and that makeup makes her look like a total skank! I just have to talk to her!" He pushed the two of them together, "Oh well, make with the happy!" He said before prancing off to talk to the Countess that looked like a total skank.

Aura, or Ursula batted her eyelashes, "Hi, I'm a woman who's trapped in an arranged marriage with a man she hates and will probably leap at the first guy who makes a pass at her."

Angst!Teen!Lambert nodded, "I'm an angry, angstful teen who hates his boss, simultaneously your husband that you hate, and will do anything to piss him off." He paused, "I also hate Christmas. A lot. All the time."

Ursula seemed to evaluate him for a moment, "Want to dance?"

Angst!Teen!Lambert shrugged, "Yeah, ok."

Serena looked at Lambert strangely, "That's the most informing introduction I've ever heard."

Lambert shrugged, "I liked to brood in my teen years."

Lambert and Serena watched the pair dance, and Lambert began to realize that he was quite possibly the most uncoordinated person on the planet. Serena then noticed how the happy atmosphere was beginning to make Lambert a lot less surly then normal, and decided to yet again attempt another go at the whole redeeming moment of humanity.

"Doesn't this make you think of your own employee?" She prodded, the cheesy music returning.

Lambert seemed to mull this over, "No, not really. Stanton's a bigger pain in the tookus than I could ever hope to be…" He trailed off, thinking, "Unless…" He stared at her, "Serena!"

She felt hopeful for a moment, thinking he had decided to throw a Christmas party of some sort for his workers, "Yes?"

"I should totally make Stanton wear an elf suit to work!"

Serena groaned and threw her arms up in the air, "So close! I was so close this time!" She yelled. Then she grabbed Lambert by the arm; still carefully avoiding his unwashed hands, "Let's go to another Christmas."

"But they're about to play the Electric Slide-" Lambert argued before they where wisked away.