AN: Time to write until my fingers fall off or until my headache returns...thank god for Advil. Today is one of the days where I don't have the baby (so is tomorrow), so I will try to get as many chapters out as I can. I still have the SPN 12 days to complete as well so I really need to haul ass and get this done. Oh! Did y'all hear that Mr. George Eads quit MacGyver?! I'm really hoping it's only a rumor but something tells me otherwise. Mac and Jack need each other like air! Seriously. Moving forward, I was listening to the radio with my dad the other day and this one thing came on the station. After a good laughing fit, I somehow thought of Mac and Bozer doing this but differently. So...here we are...hooooooo lawdy...

Mistakes? God, I suck...Flames? *Venom smile* How sweet.

Enjoy my loves!

3 minutes or hours?

Mac and Bozer lay in underneath their Christmas tree limp and happy. Very very happy. The two were giggling until the giggling turned into loud belly laughs. There were moments where the two went silent thinking hard on something they said, then went back to giggling.

So what is wrong with them? They're high. Pleasantly and happily stoned. How did it happen? Well, Bozer left to pick up some stuff from a new bakery that opened up not too long ago and was given an extra ingredient he didn't order. He wanted to start on his Christmas baking early and decided to give the new bakery a chance. He ordered all of the supplies and ingredients online. He picked up his order and didn't notice the extra ingredient. Bozer decided to make a test batch of brownies that he had been wanting to try and make for a while. Cookies and cream brownies. He added in the extra ingredient into the batter, baked them, then he and Mac gave them a try.

That leads us to now.

The ingredient? Pot. Bozer unintentionally made pot brownies.

"Dude. You ever notice the lights from here look like stars?" Mac asked.

"Nah man. That's crazy though." Bozer said.

"S'beautiful man," Mac said.

The two went silent for a moment before Bozer asked a question.

"Hey, Mac?" Bozer asked. "How do reindeer fly?"

"What'cha mean?" Mac asked.

"Like Santa's reindeer. How on the planet do they do that?" Bozer asked.

"It's so obvious dude," Mac said.

"Yeah?" Bozer asked.

"They fly because of Tinkerbell," Mac said.

"Tinkerbell?"

"Yeah man. Pixie dust makes you fly. The reindeer can fly."

"Yoooooooo."

"Yeah man."

"That's crazy."

The two giggle and jumped when the door opened.

"What's going on here?" A voice asked.

Mac and Bozer sat up to see Jack. The two laughed and fell back to the floor.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked.

"Dude. We thought you were an axe murder coming for our souls." Mac laughed.

"Ooookay. Mac, what's going on with you two?" Jack asked.

"I made some brownies and they made us sooooo happy." Bozer snickered.

Jack looked at the giggly pair and put two and two together. He groaned and facepalmed. His boys were a little too happy.

"How long have you been like this?" Jack asked.

"Oh snap," Bozer said he looked at Mac who shrugged.

"Like three something," Mac said.

"Something," Bozer repeated. "Did you know reindeer fly with Tinkerbell?"

"Um...what?" Jack asked.

"Yeah dude, they fly with pixie dust and Tinkerbell has pixie dust," Mac said.

Jack stared at the boys and again asked how long they were like this. They shrugged and said three something. Three what though? Minutes? Hours? He sighed and cleaned up Bozer's mess in the kitchen. He wondered how the boys got like this and soon discovered his answer. A little bag with the pot that had been turned into powder. Jack disposed of it and brownies then sent the boys to bed as they came down from their high.

Jack was going to have a talk with the boys. Especially with Mac and his Santa Claus thing.

Cheech and Chong have this thing where their high and talk about Christmas on the radio. That's where this came from.

See ya in Day 4!

PS: Change in plans. I have the baby tomorrow but not Thursday. So tomorrow when she leaves I'll try to get more out.