It's still Christmas right

Yes

Yes it is

It's just the day after Christmas

Tis still the season

When the four of them departed from the plane, Siddeley was the one most eager to get off. Especially after an old man glared at him—no doubt for his outburst about murderous penguins an hour before they landed.

The four got to the hotel Holley had found and booked their room. Siddeley and Stacy, of course, belly-flopped onto either bed as soon as they set foot in the room, earning them a sigh from Holley.

"Every time..." She mused, setting down her bags.

"Hey! We should go out to eat before the storm hits." Stacy grinned.

"I am pretty hungry..." Siddeley agreed.

"Where to?" Holley asked, pulling up her screen. "Stacy, know of anywhere?"

"Just because I lived an hour south of here up until I was five, doesn't mean I know anything about this city." Stacy defended.

"Alright, I was just asking." Holley rolled her eyes. "This one looks alright. And it's close," she added, turning her screen around to show everyone else.

"A German restaurant? I don't know, Holley..." Stacy frowned.

"Oh, come on. It may be fun." Finn piped up.

"I dunno. I've been to a German restaurant in Chicago before on a trip a few years back—It wasn't fun." Stacy almost visibly shuddered.

"Why, what happened?" Siddeley asked.

"Well..."

"I doubt it's that bad. It's fun to try new food." Stacy's best friend at the time, Rowan, smiled at her friend.

"Why couldn't we go to a pizza place again? That's what Chicago is best at, isn't it?" Another one of Stacy's friends, Liz, pointed out.

"Yeah," Stacy agreed. "What if I don't like anything?"

Stacy and her friends were traveling in a small group, practically apart from the rest of their peers.

"Look, there's a table to fit all of us. How convenient." Rowan grinned.

"Okay, a good sign. Still doesn't make me feel any better." Stacy frowned.

The group had settled down and ordered their food. Growing a bit bored of conversation, they began looking for other things that would entertain them.

"Hey, what's this stuff?" Liz asked, picking up a small bottle. It was labeled in German, and no one could read it.

"Here, give it to me," Another friend of theirs, Seth, offered. He uncapped the liquid and smelled it. "It… It smells like soy sauce."

"What?" Stacy asked. "Give it to me!"

Seth handed the bottle over to her, and she sniffed it.

"It does! But… Also doesn't." She decided.

"Does anyone wanna taste it?" Another friend suggested.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

"I'll do it if someone does it with me," Stacy suggested with a laugh.

"Here, I'll do it. Give it here," Their friend Tony offered. Stacy handed him the bottle and he let a drop fall on his finger. Everyone stared at him intently while he tasted it. "It tastes like soy sauce." He declared after a moment.

"Here, I wanna try it." Stacy said, taking the bottle back.

"No, wait! It has a maple syrup aftertaste!" Tony announced.

"What?!" Stacy laughed, and tried it herself. "Wait… Oh my god."

The rest of their time at the restaurant was… Interesting. The group ending up playing a game of telephone among other things, and Stacy and Tony's sanity was becoming questionable.

They all came to the conclusion that the soy-sauce-maple-syrup, as they decided to call it, was alcoholic somehow. Even though that probably wasn't true.

Regardless, their friends had gotten video evidence of the two being almost hung over the next morning.

Finn, Holley, and Sid weren't exactly sure what to say.

"…"Alcoholic soy-sauce-maple-syrup"?" Holley decided to ask about.

"Video evidence!" Stacy reiterated. "Wait… Holy crap. Maybe it'll be the same restaurant! Let's go—I wanna see if the alcoholic soy-sauce-maple-syrup is still there!"

Finn and Holley sighed while Siddeley enthusiastically agreed.

…

"I think it was definitely the same stuff," Stacy grinned once back at their hotel room.

"I dunno what the stuff was when you were younger but I'll gladly agree with you." Siddeley laughed. "Wow, I'm tired."

"Okay! Um, you two should go to bed before you destroy anything, or… Something." Holley suggested.

"If we're lucky, the storm will pass over during the night." Finn announced, looking out the window.

"Let's hope." Holley agreed. "I don't wanna be stuck in here longer than I have to."

…

"Okay, Sid! No sleeping this time." Holley clapped her hands together as the four boarded their next plane. It took a bit of waiting, considering how crowed the Chicago airport was, but surely enough they were on their way to Radiator Springs.

"Come on! I said I was sorry!" Siddeley defended.

"Hold up—!" Stacy interrupted. "Touch the outside of the plane for luck!" She announced with a grin as she fist-bumped the exposed outer metal of the plane as they entered through the doorway.

"…Do we want to know where you got that from?" Finn asked.

"YouTube." Stacy grinned.

Holley sighed. "Of course…"

"Hey, I'm not taking any chances—not after the murderous penguins." Siddeley decided, touching the exposed outer metal as well.

"How long is this flight, again?" Finn unenthusiastically asked Holley, who rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Almost four hours." She replied.

"Better than nine… Better than nine…" Finn murmured to himself as he took his seat in between Siddeley and Stacy.

"Wait, Holley!" Stacy turned around to face Holley directly behind them. "You've been abandoned!"

Holley laughed. "I'm right behind you."

"I'd be abandoned if I was sitting right there." Stacy tilted her head.

"That's because you still think like a kid." Holley teased. Stacy stuck her tongue out at her friend to humor her.

Finn continued mumbling to himself.

"Don't worry, Finn." Stacy grinned. "Two thirds of the trip is already done."

Finn let out a heavy sigh. "Final stretch, huh?"

"Lemme guess: hardest part?" Siddeley piped in.

"I can't decide if I want you asleep or awake." Finn frowned at Siddeley.

"Love you too, mate." Sid rolled his eyes.

I changed my mind I'm done lol

Realizing now that I chose the lamest title for this story ever. Do stories even need titles? :P