A/N: I heard the song and this scene wrote itself. The song version I chose is by Bing Crosby and the Andrews Sisters.

Launchpad didn't know why there were so many birds associated with Christmas, but here they were on day seven. With seven small porcelain swans and large red bows tied around their long necks.

Here he'd thought the six geese had been bad.

Peering at the swans on their mantle, Launchpad asked, "How many more birds should I be expecting?"

"None, thank goodness," Gos said from the couch where she was hunkered down with her laptop. "All I've had so far is stupid birds. But the last half is so gonna make up for this avian wave."

She was typing furiously, not even looking up at him as she spoke. Launchpad was always so impressed with how good Gos was with technology. Her fingers flew across keyboards with ease, always knowing exactly what button to push, or what feature to tap on her phone, and she had mastered sending him moving pictures in text messages. He was still adjusting to the latest update when all his apps had changed colors. Sure, he could text and type, but he was slow compared to Gos.

And he'd learned to not go to DW for any technological help. The mallard talked a big game and seemed to learn things more quickly than Launchpad, but DW was often as clueless on something as his sidekick.

"Hey, DW, how do you take a picture of your phone screen?"

DW turned to face him, a smug look on his face. Launchpad immediately regretted his question.

"You came to the right duck, LP," DW said, traipsing over to his sidekick and taking out his phone. "It's called a screenshot." He unlocked his phone. "And you take one just like so." The screen went dark.

"Oops!" DW said, glancing at the device. "Must've hit that power button too hard, there. Let's try this again. If my phone will unlock. I swear, technology never works when you want it to. Read my feather-print you—"

"Okay, I'll remind you to finger-paint tomorrow," came a female voice from the phone itself. Launchpad took a step back as DW started having a conversation. With his phone.

Gos ended up showing him how to screenshot later.

"Y'sure are typin' fast," Launchpad said, looking over to Gos.

"Listen, tracking down ten of anything is a feat, not to mention when it's ten lords who are supposed to be jumping."

"I think they're leaping," Launchpad pointed out.

"Which the internet had less results for, so here we are at jumping."

Launchpad walked over to the couch and sat beside Gos, peering at her computer screen. "Is that the guy from Shrek?"

Gos grinned. "Farquaad needs to be jumping, or have the ability to jump, and I'll bring ten of him into this house."

What had started as an innocent "this was so stupid I had to get it and show you" gift from DW had exploded into a Christmas competition between father and daughter. Using the Twelve Days of Christmas as their guide, they brought home the most ridiculously gaudy items, trying to out-gift the other from the day before. The unsuspecting felt partridge in the plastic pear tree DW had found at a thrift store sat on their dining table as the centerpiece. The poor thing had no idea the chaos had started. And all the birds that had come in its wake.

Two stuffed turtle doves on DW's bed.

Three painted French hens framed and mounted in the hallway.

Four calling bird cutouts strung along the staircase banister.

Six plastic lawn ornament geese stuck in the backyard, all but one "laying" large golden wreaths.

And now the seven swans swimming on the mantle.

"You're very calm about all of this," Launchpad said. And it was true. If it wasn't for her fingers prancing across the keyboard, she might've even look bored.

DW was on the opposite side of the spectrum, always coming and going in a flurry of snow, muttering about the underhandedness of consumerism and wondering how was he supposed to find these things in only one day, etc., etc..

Gos glanced at Launchpad with a smirk on her beak and mischief in her eyes. He'd seen that expression before and was suddenly grateful that she was competing against DW and not him.

"I have the even days," she said.

"And there are twelve days…." Launchpad shook his head and chuckled.

"No matter what Dad does, I have the final day. And I have learned about the magic of online shopping." Clicking her mouse a few more times, she shut her laptop. "Lords are ordered. I'm gonna prep my maids for tomorrow before that museum party thing tonight."

Launchpad wondered if DW knew that he had the odd days.

The answer came after the nine dancing ladies when DW, buttoning up his coat to go shopping, paused and glanced up at Launchpad in horror. "She has the even days!"

Gos's laughter echoed down the hall from the direction of her room.