Sorry, but no Christmas Special. But at least this one is ridiculous.
The clock struck 12 at midnight.
Dale was worried because Mike was not even there yet for his shift.
He thought that Mike was upset about the whole matchmaker thing earlier a few hours ago.
Soon, the entrance door opened, revealing Mike looking very cross for some reason and seemingly holding a few bags in his hands.
Dale sighed and went to him, but Mike just walked pass him and went straight into the kitchen.
"Mike? Are you mad about earlier? If that's the case, then I'm sorry."
Mike just stared out the door and went back to his business after a few seconds.
Whitney came over to Dale.
"Where's the gang? They seems to be absent for some reason."
Dale thought back about it.
"I asked an engineer to come and have them back at their factory to update their software. They'll be back by two days."
Whitney looked towards the kitchen.
"Why does Mike look very cross with us? We didn't do anything wrong, did we?"
"Did you even remember about earlier? It could be your stupid desire and lust or maybe because of your confession. He can never be more upset, okay?"
Suddenly, they heard things being smashed in the kitchen. And the some growling, hurling, and gasping.
It was quiet for a few seconds, when the growling came back, and the sounds of thing being smashed made them worried.
They hesitantly ran into the kitchen, and their mouth was agape by the discovery.
In the kitchen, Mike was holding a camera in one hand, while the other had an egg, ready to hurl it.
Mike stopped dead what he was doing, looking at his two viewers.
"Oh, uh, hey. Sorry about the mess."
The two looked around the kitchen. Dale sighed in relief when he saw no plates or glasses were actually smashed.
In fact, it was eggs that got hurled around the area and smashed.
Yellow liquid trails down the walls.
An egg shell fell on Dale's head. He looked at Mike angrily.
"Mike! You will not come back here for tomorrow night, understand?! Get you issues solved first! Now go into the office and be a good boy!"
Mike nodded sadly.
He seemingly put the egg on the counter, when he unexpectedly smashed it with his hand.
He turned off the camera and went to the office.
Whitney felt sympathy for Mike and went to visit him in the office.
Mike blankly stared at her for a few seconds.
"H-Hey, Mike. H-H-How ar-are y-you?"
Whitney cursed under her breath for stuttering.
"What can you think about it? Dale's right; I got issues that needs solving. And I don't know how, okay? It's not like I could just shoot my problems away."
He stood up and picked up the chair.
Whitney backed away, fearing for the worst.
Her fear came true as Mike threw the chair at the wall behind the office.
The impact with the wall caused the swivel chair to lose a wheel.
Mike gripped his hair.
"What is wrong with me?! I'm getting insane by any seconds that passed! I need..."
Mike trailed off.
Whitney came closer.
"You need what?
Mike looked at her in the eyes.
"...someone...to...comfort...me..."
Whitney sat down along with Mike. Mike started to sob.
Not wanting to see Mike cry, she threw an arm around his neck, forming a hug.
Mike eased into the hug. He dug his face into her chest, wetting her fur with his tears.
Whitney patted him on the back. She sighed.
"This is an emotional night."
Okay, everyone. That wraps up for this chapter.
And I'm sorry for the HowtoBasic part, I'm bored and needed to entertain myself.
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