pter 3-Get Lost !
It was like any other day during December; dark, dreary, cold and lonely. Dan hadn't been depressed enough to forget his duty to feed, water and clean Mr. Mumble's kitty litter pan. Luckily, he had a Littermate, so the litterbox basically cleaned itself. He heard his doorbell ring. Groaning, looking shaggy and dishevled, he answered, inspite of himself.
'Yeah ? What do you want ?', he groused. It was Chris, Elise and some rather unusual looking friends. For a moment, he seemed interested in who they were, especially when they told their story. However, when he heard what this little alien Wander wanted to do with his time, he quickly became apathetic and embittered as usual.
'No, I don't want to go sledding with you. I don't want to have anything to do with the Christmas season. Chris, you know I hate Christmas, and with the woman here, it just makes things worse. No offense, Elise.', Dan explained. Mr. Mumbles contentedly purred on Dan's bed, oblivious to all other surroundings, even if there was something interesting happening, the siesta was the most important activity of the day.
'Come on, new buddy. Give it a try ! You only live once, right ?', Wander proposed.
'No. GET LOST !', Dan said, slamming the door in their faces. He sat down on his couch, covered himself up in his Snuggie and curled up in the fetal position, crying bitter tears.
'Look, we can talk about this. Just get it off your chest. We'll get through this together.', Chris said.
'Leave me alone, Chris. I'll just make everything worse for you. You know I'm your third wheel, and thus have always been. Admit it !', Dan yelled, angrily. Elise, Dan, Wander and Sylvia weren't about to give up and it was Sylvia's brand of 'tough love' that was going to bring some light into his otherwise darkened life.