Sorry for no update, but I'm working on other stories, but here you go. Fishmas Vacation Chapter 2! Enjoy!

-Milo and Oscar's Tank-

"Wow, I feel pretty bad for Mr. Baldwin. It seems like when he hates Fishmas, Fishmas hates him." Oscar said. "Well, maybe we can do something for him on Fishmas."

"Do something, for Mr. Baldwin? You're kidding, right?" Milo said.

"No Milo, I'm not kidding. Mr. Baldwin should be happy for once on Fishmas, not depressed. Like Bea said earlier, Fishmas is magical. Maybe she's right. We could do something nice for Mr. Baldwin to make him feel less depressed." Oscar explained.

Milo laughed. "Bro, you're very funny. So, what are we going to for Fishmas break?" Milo asked Oscar.

Oscar sighed because Milo was so careless of Mr. Baldwin. "Well, I guess nothing much really. I mean maybe we should just let whatever happens, happen. There's not really much to do this Fishmas."

"Let whatever happens, happen?" Milo asked, terrified.

"Yeah, I mean… like I just said. There's not really much to do this…" Oscar was suddenly hit with a wooden chair thrown by Milo. "OW! WHAT THE…? WHERE DID THAT CHAIR COME FROM?" Oscar asked angrily. "MILO, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?"

"I'm sorry Oscar, I had no choice. Nobody can do nothing on Fishmas." Milo said. "We have to do something, not nothing."

"MILO, I SAID THAT BECAUSE I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO FOR FISHMAS BREAK!" Oscar shouted at Milo. "And where did that chair even come from. We don't own wooden chairs."

"I don't know. I just saw one right here, so I used it. I was going to throw an apple or something, but this was the nearest thing I could find." Milo said.

"Milo, you're crazy." Oscar said. Bea suddenly walked into the tank.

"Hey Milo, hey Oscar." She said. "So, I've been thinking and what are we going to do for Fishmas break."

"Oscar says we should do nothing." Milo told Bea.

"NOTHING?" Bea shouted with disbelief.

"I only said that because I said there wasn't anything I thought we could…" Oscar was hit by another wooden chair. "OW! MILO! STOP THROWING CHAIRS!"

"It wasn't me! It was Bea! Hey, that rhymes." Milo said. "Wait, what's a rhyme."

"I'm sorry Oscar, but we can't spend Fishmas doing nothing. We have to do something, not nothing." Bea said.

"That's exactly what I said! Did I?" Milo said.

"Where are these wooden chairs coming from?" Oscar asked again.

-24 hours till Fishmas-

Oscar was in the tank decorating the Fishmas tree. Milo suddenly came in the room.

"Hey bro, decorating the tree, huh?" Milo asked taking a drink of his soda.

"I guess. Tomorrow is Fishmas. Aren't you excited?" Oscar asked Milo.

"Yep, Fishmas should be great tonight. I wish Fish Santa could visit us tonight." Milo said.

"Well, he has to do his job and deliver presents to every fish tank." Oscar explained to Milo.

"Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be Santa. I wonder if he ever put his head in a barrel and went down Fish Niagara Falls." Milo said, thinking to himself.

"Milo, I'm going to ask you again, but this time, be more specific. What, inside your present, do you want for Fishmas?"

Milo just stood there with a creepy smile on his face. Oscar was staring at Milo with his eyes turning red.

Then Milo spoke. "I want…..wait, what were we talking about again?"

Oscar deflated as if he was a balloon. There was a knock on the tank.

Oscar came back to normal, sighed and answered it.

"Hey guys, I got some ornaments for the tree." Bea said coming in holding a box.

"Thanks Bea, but the tree is full with enough ornaments." Oscar said.

"Not that tree." Bea left the tank and brought a giant tree. "THIS tree!"

It was so big that Oscar fainted.

"Wow Bea! That is one big tree!" Milo said in amazement.

"Thanks Milo, it took a lot of work but….." Bea was interrupted.

"Well, I'm going downstairs. Fishmas is almost here! Good night!" Milo said closing the door going downstairs.

Bea sighed. "Well, looks like it's just you and me now Oscar." Bea looked up to see Oscar rising above to the top of the tank and scooped up by Bud. "Oh great, not again. MILO! WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO SAVE OSCAR FROM MEDIEVAL TIMES!"

"Medieval times? Oscar never went to medieval times." Milo called from downstairs.

"Oh yeah, I MEAN CRAZY TIMES!" Bea called back.

"Oh, you mean crazy times. DANG IT OSCAR! YOU DID IT AGAIN! Hold up, I'll be right there. But I want to use my Fishiana Jones hat. It's good for adventure!" Milo called back.

Bea just sighed and face palmed herself.

"Okay, ready!" Milo said with his Fishiana Jones hat on. Bea stared at him. "What?"

Bea sighed. "Never mind, let's just go."

End of Chapter