-At Night-

-4 hours till Midnight-

-…and Fishmas-

Oscar and Milo were sleeping. It was the night before Fishmas. There was a creaking noise. Milo woke up but Oscar kept sleeping.

"Oscar? Did you hear that?" Milo asked.

"Hear what?" Oscar mumbled, tired.

"I heard a noise." Milo said freaked out.

"It was probably the wind. Go back to sleep." Oscar said, going back to sleep. Milo got out of bed and looked out the tank. He looked up at the stars. He looked at other animal tanks to see more animals sleeping. Milo looked up again and saw a star shimmer and shine. It was a shooting star and it came towards the tank. It suddenly disappeared. Milo gasped.

"Santa!" He whispered with excitement. He swam upstairs and looked at the tree. He saw no presents. Suddenly, the chimney shook. Milo gasped again and looked through the chimney. Suddenly, a guy fell on top of Milo's face and bounced off his face landing on the floor.

"SANTA!" Milo shouted with excitement. But it wasn't Santa. It was Headphone Joe. Milo gasped. "BURGLAR! OSCAR! A BURGLAR IS ROBBING US!"

Headphone Joe got up and sighed. "I'm not a burglar, Milo. It's me, Headphone…" Headphone Joe was hit by a wooden chair. "Ouch."

Oscar came upstairs holding a rubber chicken. "WHERE ARE YOU BURGLAR? I'M ARMED!"

"He's right here Oscar. Whack him with your rubber chicken Oscar." Milo said to Oscar.

Oscar looked at Headphone Joe. "Milo; let me tell you two things. One, that's Headphone Joe, Two, this is my stuffed rubber chicken and it's not a weapon. It's my favorite toy." Oscar's eyes bulged with embarrassment, realizing his mistake. Milo and Headphone Joe stared at Oscar.

"Awkward." They both said.

"Anyways, I fell through the chimney because I was searching for Santa. The best view was by your chimney, but I slipped on some gum and fell through the chimney."

"Milo, I told you not the put come in the fireplace." Oscar said.

"Well, I'm going to my tank; I have a fish tank cleaning job tomorrow. See you guys tomorrow. Merry Fishmas." Headphone Joe said leaving the tank.

"So what was that about your rubber chicken is your favorite toy?" Milo asked.

Suddenly, the chimney rumbled again. "ARE YOU SERIOUS, HEADPHONE JOE?" Oscar shouted. But this time it wasn't Headphone Joe. It was actually Santa!

"Who's Headphone Joe?" Santa asked.

"SANTA!" Milo shouted. He ran over to Santa. "What did I get?" Milo asked digging into his toy bag.

"I don't know. What did you get?" Santa asked.

"I don't know. What did I get?" Milo asked again.

"I don't know. What did you get?" Santa asked again.

"OKAY! Milo, get out of Santa's bag. You can open your presents tomorrow. Let's get some sleep." Oscar said getting annoyed by Milo and Santa's dialogue.

"Aw man. I can't wait longer." Milo said.

"I'm sure you won't explode." Oscar said. An explosion happened and Milo was in pieces.

"I'm okay." Milo said.

"Okay, is everybody I say that won't explode, WILL explode?" Oscar asked himself.

Suddenly Bea came into the tank in a rush. "What happened? I heard an explosion. Did Milo explode again?"

"Again? So it isn't the first time he exploded?" Oscar asked.

Bea saw Santa. "Santa? What are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing gifts for Milo and Oscar. So I'll be heading for the tree now." He took a step and slipped on a piece of Milo. "Whoa!" He flipped and broke his legs. "Oh no! I broke my legs! Yay! I can catch up on my sleep." Santa started snoring.

"Santa, are you okay?" Oscar asked.

"I'm fine. I'm sure it's nothing serious." Santa said, getting back on his feet. "See, I'm fine. Now I'll be heading for the tree again." Santa fell on the floor. "Ouch! Now I broke my arms!"

"Oh no! Fishmas is ruined!" Milo cried. "NOOOO!" Milo shouted, dramatically.

Bea started to cry. "Bea, you're sad about Fishmas too?"

"No, I know something good will happen, but Milo sounds so dramatic. I want to sound like him!" Bea started crying loudly. "WHY?"

"Bea is right." Santa said.

"About something good happening?" Oscar asked.

"No, about Milo sounding so dramatic!" Santa started to cry too. Bea, Milo and Santa started crying loudly around Oscar.

"Sometimes I swear I'm the only normal one here." Oscar said, exasperated. "ALRIGHT! ENOUGH ALREADY! Come on guys. Just because Santa is injured, doesn't mean Fishmas is ruined. Maybe, Bea, Milo and I can save Fishmas, Santa. What do you think?"

Santa guessed. "Alright, you 3 can save Fishmas."

"YAY!" The 3 friends shouted.

"Here's the naughty or nice list." Santa said. Milo took it.

"Alright, I'll put this is in a safe place." Milo said. He put the list in his mouth and swallowed it.

"MILO, NO!" Bea and Oscar shouted.

"Now you can't save Fishmas." Santa said.

"NOOO!" The 3 friends shouted.

"…without a spare!" Santa shouted.

"YAY!" The 3 friends shouted.

"I'll take that." Milo said.

"NO!" Bea and Oscar shouted, jumping on top of Milo.

Bea leaned in and grabbed the list. "Milo is never trusted with paper, so I'll keep this away from Milo."

"Okay then, I'll just stay here. The sleigh is on top of the tank. The fishdeer will fly the sleigh for you. All you have to say is…"

-1 hour later-

"…because I like chicken. Say that and the reindeer will fly." Santa said.

"Isn't there something that's shorter to say?" Oscar asked Santa.

"Yep, I hardly use this one but you can say 'Carrots'." Santa said.

"Wait, let me get this straight. You only use the 'One-hour quote' and not the 'Carrots' quote?" Oscar asked.

"Yep." Santa said.

"Okay, I think that's an hour of my life I'll never get back." Bea said.

"Anyways, hurry! Deliver the presents to all boys and girls before midnight! There's not much time. It's 9:00! GO!" Santa shouted.

"We won't let you down Santa!" The 3 friends said together, saluting to Santa.

End of Chapter