A.N.
AGodofIrony: It's a Christmas Special...In July! You know, Christmas in July. One of the things I wanted to have finished for Super Kimi and Wonder Sama Day. And for timeline purposes, it's suppose to take place last Christmas...Totally wasn't something Avenger and I started for last Christmas and then never finished...Anyways, before we begin, got anything to add Avenger?
THE GREAT SAIYAVENGER!: God, I'm lame. Anyways... Guess you could call this my debut into the world of SK&WS writing. Good to finally get my feet wet, ne? Anyways, here's hoping ya'll enjoy.
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The Custard Christmas SpecialA reddish-blonde haired teenager walked down the chilly streets of Teh Town, snow on the ground, though none was currently falling. Holding a few bags in his hands, he was dressed in a yellow jacket, red pants and boots, and a long red scarf wrapped around his face, he peered through yellow goggles as well.
“Got my presents for Brother, Professor, and Avenger,” he grinned, hefting the bags, “Hope they’re good. And maybe Pinky will help me wrap them.”
Going merrily down the street, he didn’t notice the two large, burly looking men until one of them grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him into an alleyway.
After a few moments, and two large thuds later, the yellowed-jacketed former llama reemerged, grabbed his bags, then turned back to the alleyway.
“Merry Christmas!” he called out, then headed off, the two men having been knocked out by a Custard lifted dumpster to the back of their heads.
Finding himself now at the front of Teh Lab, he smiled through the scarf, seeing his clone brother, who was waving his hands about, eyes closed, attempting to make ice sculptures with his Mercury Psynergy, but so far had only made large shards of sharp frozen water.
“Hey Jimi!” the yellowed-jacketed clone said, waving his arm towards the floating brown haired clown.
Jimi opened his eyes, then glanced over to him, “Hey Hammah! Got your shopping done I see. Be careful, Avenger might try to sneak a peak.”
“I will,” Hammah grinned, then headed towards the lab.
“Merry Christmas Hammah!” the ever cheerful A.I. known as Eddie chimed as Hammah stepped through the door. He sounded happier then usual, if that was possible.
“Merry Christmas Eddie,” Hammah smiled, taking off his jacket and gloves, placing them in a compartment by the door. Donning a Santa hat on a hook by the door, he headed towards his room quickly, before Avenger found him and tried to sneak a peak at the present he got him.
Twang.
Letting out a scream, Hammah was thrown into the air, a rope around his ankle, pulling him upwards.
Hanging by his ankle now, Hammah blinked, as Avenger turned the corner of the hallway, snickering to himself.
“Gotcha,” he grinned, then eyed the bags on the ground.
“Ahh, presents!” He smiled, then swooped down towards them.
“Avenger, you gotta be nice! Santa Claus is watching!” Hammah shouted, still being dangled by his ankle with the rope.
“Psh,” Avenger said, though he paused, “There’s no such thing as Santa Claus.”
“Yes there is!” Hammah said, with conviction, “I saw him at Teh Mall earlier today!”
“That was a guy in a suit,” Avenger countered, folding his arms over his chest, “And how old are you now anyways Hammah?”
“’Bout one and a half,” he answered, entirely true.
The trench coated Custard-I blinked his red eyes. He had not seen that coming.
Missing only that one beat though, he continued, “But come on now, you’re pretty much a teenager, and a Custard-I at that! You can’t honestly believe in Santa Claus.”
“Eddie, there’s a Santa Claus, right?” Hammah asked the A.I., who was ever present.
“Yup!” Eddie said happily, “He’s so nice and full of joy!”
“Eddie agrees with everything! Eddie, am I a fifty foot tall purple platypus with nose warts?” Avenger asked, keeping his eyes on Hammah.
“A fantastic one at that!” the A.I. agreed.
“Still exists,” Hammah grumbled.
Sighing, Avenger cut down Hammah, who landed with a thud, but got back up and grabbed his bags.
Heading off down the hall, Avenger shook his head.
“Have to talk about Sporky about this…”
Avenger paused again, and realized he never had snuck a peek at his present.
“Dang it.”
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Hammah, however, had managed to find The Spork first, after hiding the presents in his room.
“Hey, Professor…” the clone said, looking around in the lab, seeing his creator pouring a few chemicals together. “I got a question…”
The Spork blinked, then placed down his chemicals. He was hoping Hammah wasn’t going to ask him where babies came from again. Last time he and Jimi had asked, it involved a full five minute silence from AGoI, then finally dismissing them, saying, “Tubes. Go away. I’m busy.”
“Yes…?” Professor AGoI finally ventured, turning in his chair, moving his goggles off his eyes.
“Errr…Santa Claus does exist, right? Avenger said he didn’t,” Hammah said, carefully, looking towards his creator.
AGoI was silent, but only for a few moments, who then frowned.
“I’m afraid Avenger is right. There is no such thing as Santa Claus,” The Spork answered, shaking his head, then turned back around to the chemicals.
Hammah frowned, thinking it over for a few minutes, then, carefully, spoke again.
“Can you prove it?” Hammah asked.
This made AGoI freeze, who once again placed down the chemicals, then turned back to Hammah.
“There is no possible way for someone to go to every house, go down their chimneys, and deliver presents to everyone,” Spork answered.
“Have you ever been to the North Pole though?” Hammah pressed on, “You taught me to think like a scientist. You have no actual proof he doesn’t exist.”
“So you’re suggesting we go to the North Pole, simply so you can see there is no Santa?” AGoI asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Something like that…” Hammah grinned.
AGoI sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
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“Wait, wait, wait. You want me to do WHAT?” Avenger asked, eyes glowing faintly.
The Spork sighed. “I need you to use your Instant Transmission to…” He paused, still not believing he was about to say this. “………Take us to see…… Santa.”
Avenger just stood there for a second, a look of blank shock upon his face. “Hehehe… Hahaha… HAHAHAHAHAHA! This is some kind of joke, right?!?” He exclaimed, almost in tears from the extreme laughter.
That’s when the Professor leaned over to Avenger. “Hey, this wasn’t my idea.” He muttered. “Its all his fault” He continued, pointing at Hammah, who was happily rewriting his Christmas list in anticipation of meeting the man himself.
“Alright, alright… Fine.” Avenger finally conceded, still in disbelief that he was actually going along with this idea. “Someday, I need to learn how to keep my trap shut again.” He then thought. “Yo! Hamm! Go get your bro! We’re headin’ up north!”
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“It’s cold.”
“You’re the one who didn’t want to get a heavy coat.”
“My trench coat is all I need, thank you very much. And what’s with that scarf?”
“It’s the only one I could find. It…was my sister’s…”
“Still,
pink?… And you have a sister?”
“I’d rather not talk about it…”
“QUIET!” Hammah shouted, quieting Avenger and Spork. “I can’t see anything!”
Indeed, after getting Jimi, Spork and Hammah dressing warmly, Avenger used his Instant Transmission to bring them to the North Pole. Jimi wasn’t dressed warmly because his Fire Psynergy kept him warm.
Unfortunately, snow was billowing everywhere, obscuring their vision.
“Eddie…” AGoI sighed, pulling out the computer in his warmly gloved hands. The Spork was mildly surprised to find the small computer in something that looked like a hand knitted cover to keep it warm, but only mildly.
“Yes?” Eddie said, oozing helpfulness.
“Can you scan to see if there’s anything nearby?” AGoI wondered.
“I’d be more then happy too!” Eddie beamed from the small computer. Then, it was silent.
“You know, I don’t sense anything…” Avenger spoke up, “So I doubt Eddie will-”
“Fifty feet ahead! Structures and many life forms!” Eddie shouted merrily.
Spork grinned, unseen beneath his pink scarf, then trudged forward, using Eddie to guide him, Avenger, Jimi, and Hammah following behind.
Suddenly, the blizzard stopped, and all four gasped.
There were a few buildings, and a large carousal in the middle of the pavilion. A sign by the largest house read ‘Santa Claus’ House.’
“I
told you Santa Claus was real!” Hammah shouted, doing a jig, Jimi laughing and shaking his head.
“Did I hear someone say, ‘Sandy Claws’?” A voice rang out suddenly, turning around from the corner, a grin on his face.
He was tall, looming even over Avenger and Spork’s tall forms. He was very thin, skeletal even, and wore a Santa suit and a fake beard. In fact…he did look like a skeleton!
Acting on instinct, AGoI held up his hand, his Keyblade appearing in a flash of light.
“Huh? Sora? Is that you?” the skeleton man wondered, peering forward, “No…to tall…”
This made all four of them pause, and then, the Spork lowered his weapon.
“Who…are you?” AGoI wondered, “You’re not Santa Claus, are you?”
“Who, me?” the skeleton chuckled. He didn’t sound dangerous, “No! My name is Jack Skelington, Pumpkin King! I’m just here helping Mr. Sandy Claws prepare for Christmas. Who are you?”
“Oh!” Avenger said, snapping his fingers and stepping forward, “I’ve heard of you! You’re in charge of the Halloween holiday, aren’t you?”
Jack Skelington smiled, taking a bow, “You’re to kind. I do pride myself in my Halloween activities, but I do so love Christmas oh so very much, so every year I come by to see if Mr. Sandy Claws needs me. Now, who might you be? Have you come to see Sandy Claws?”
“Myname’sHammahandIknewSantawasrealIjust
knewitohboyIwanttomeethimandsayhiandaskhimsomestuffandIwasright, I was
right!” Hammah shouted, unable to contain his excitement any longer, shouting in one big long stream.
“Jimi,” the other clone said, his face in a wide grin, and he twitched now and then, barely able to contain his excitement.
“Call me Avenger,” the trench coated Custard-I grinned, bouncing back into things easily enough.
Professor AGoI however, seemed confused.
“His name’s AGoI. I call him Sporky though,” Avenger grinned, as The Spork seemed to be thinking things over, his Keyblade gone for now.
“Well come on!” Jack said, waving his arm towards Santa’s house, “I’m sure Sandy Claws would be more then happy to see you!”
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Cold red eyes glared at the four, holding out his hand, a large suitcase in it.
One of the four extended his arms and pulled the suitcase close to him, grasping it in his three fingers, then handed it to a shorter bat, who was not a robot.
“Is it all there?” one of the four, female, who was hovering slightly off the ground, asked.
“Yup,” the female bat replied, closing the suitcase and grinning towards their current employer.
“Good…Looks like you’ve engaged the help of the Potato Gang,” the hovering female from earlier said.
“Just don’t mess this up,” the figure with cold red eyes said, “Or I’ll make sure you’re all on the Naughty list anyways.”
Blackfire merely grinned, then turned towards the others, “Well, Kimi and those meddling Flan-I won’t be at the North Pole to stop us. We have this in the bag…”
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AGoI and Avenger shared a glance, looking at the shortish, rotund man in front of them, wearing a Santa suit and smiling merrily at Hammah and Jimi.
“Am I on the Nice List?” Hammah asked, eagerly, hands together, hopping up and down, nervous at the same time.
“Hmmm…” Santa mused, as Jack Skelington beamed at everyone, happy to be there.
“Ah, yes, Hammah Spork, right? On the Nice List,” Santa smiled, and Hammah let out a cheer of joy, pumping his fist in the air and doing a little jig.
“How about me?” Jimi wondered, floating forward, eyes wide, not as excited as Hammah, but still pretty close to it.
Another pause, as Santa consulted The List. “Ahhh…Just barely. Don’t do anything evil for a few days, and you’re in the clear.”
“Woot!” Jimi shouted, dancing with his clone brother now.
“Don’t you two want to know if you’re on the Nice List?” Jack wondered, peering down towards Spork and Avenger.
“I hold no illusions as to my place on this list,” AGoI answered, frowning.
“Hah, bet I’m on the Nice List!” Avenger grinned, stepping forward. “Hey, Santa, my main holiday spokesman! Is ol’ Avenger on the Nice List?”
Santa grinned slightly, consulting the list. He paused though, looking for a name different then ‘Avenger.’
“Hmm…Interesting. Sorry, but it says here that you don’t believe in Santa. I believe you told young Hammah here this morning that, most recently. Maybe next year then,” Santa Claus answered, giving the trench coated Custard-I a shrug.
“Ahhh, jeez…” Avenger grumbled.
“And you…” Santa looked towards The Spork, who raised an eyebrow, “Try harder next year, and I bet you can get a present from me as well.”
The Spork smirked, shaking his head, “Sorry, but I don’t think that that’s going to happen.”
Suddenly though, a large explosion rocked the house, and Santa got up quickly, “Oh no, not again! It seems we have thieves in the Factory Room once more! Jack, if you could, do you think you might be able to handle them? Probably just those mischievous Shock, Lock, and Barrel, but still…”
“No problem Mr. Sandy Claws!” Jack said, standing tall and giving the red coated man a salute, then headed down the hall towards the factory.
“We should help!” Hammah shouted, pausing in his dancing, “Right Brother?”
“Right!” Jimi said, and the two clones hurried off after Jack, leaving Spork and Avenger alone with Santa Claus.
“Errr…Yah, I’m going to get started on working up points for the Nice List,” Avenger said, then also ran after the clones.
“…I should make sure they don’t end up destroying something trying to save it,” AGoI sighed, then walked off after them as well…
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“Jack?” Hammah wondered, opening the door to the factory, and finding it pitch black. No answer.
“Hey, is that…?” a voice wondered, then was quickly silenced by, “No, it’s his clone. Hurry!”
“Who’s there?!” Jimi shouted, stepping in as well, looking around in the darkness, then clenched his hand, fire springing around it.
Light filled the room. The first thing they saw was an unconscious Jack Skelington, sitting against a wall, his head towards his chest. He didn’t seem to hurt though.
Then, farther away, they saw three figures carrying boxes, a forth floating over them and ‘supervising.’
“You two?” Blackfire wondered, eyebrow raised, “Here I was, worried that it would be the originals, but, it’s only cheap knock offs.”
She chuckled, and Jimi growled, floating upwards.
“Hey, what are you doing with those boxes?” Hammah demanded, stepping forward and pointing towards the boxes the Potato Gang was thieving.
“We’re making sure ol’ Saint Nick doesn’t have what he needs to go give out presents,” Bender grinned, then placed the boxes he was carrying down, “Now I’m gonna bend you two to make sure you can’t stop us!”
A gray saber hissed through the air, and Bender’s arms were knocked off course. Since he was made of forty percent dolomite, the Custard Saber wasn’t able to cut him with a blow like that.
Avenger grinned, stepping out from the doorway into the fire lit factory, holding his other saber in his hand.
“Think you can try that trick on me bud?” the Custard Avenger grinned, flipping his saber around in his hand idly.
“Avenger!” The Clone brothers excitedly yelled out, tending to The Pumpkin King’s injuries.
“What’s Jack’s status, Hamm?” Avenger asked, staying in his fighting stance, and keeping his red eyes focused on Bender.
“He’s ok, but he’s a bit conked right now. He’s gonna have to sit this one out.” Jimi replied anxiously. “What’re we gonna do?”
Avenger just grinned, called his saber back, and cocked his head to the doorway.
“You rang?” The Spork sarcastically asked, arming his Keyspork and grinning.
Avenger and the Professor glanced at the brothers, who had gotten into their fighting stances.
“I think its time we laid some serious smack on these losers.” Avenger said, baring his fang-like teeth in arrogance.
“Ha! You’re calling US losers? Please!” Blackfire retorted as she weightlessly floated to the ground.
“Heh, dang right, I am, and in about five minutes, I’ll prove my claims!” Avenger said, flashing an even bigger grin.
And with that, the stage was set for an epic showdown…
Jimi thrust his hands upwards, setting out a large fireball that flew above them all, illuminating the scene, then charged forward, ice around his hands, flying at Blackfire.
Avenger spun his saber around his body, then dashed forward as well, using his Custard Aura to skate above the ground, using both his floating blade and hand held one to strike at Bender, who blocked with his partly dolomite arms.
Red x’s and sporks exploded in mid air, AGoI pulling out other spork shaped gadgets to counter Red X and his gadgets.
Holding up his sabers, Hammah began to spin rapidly, also using his Custard Aura to spin like a top, then barreled towards Rouge, who grinned, and began to spin as well.
Ice flew past Blackfire’s head, who smirked, energy glowing in her right hand, then fired it forward, smashing it into Jimi’s stomach, who oofed and fell back some, but soon righted himself.
“Humph, please! A clone of Kimi isn’t going to beat me,” Blackfire chuckled, her eyes narrowing, glowing as well, “You don’t stand a chance.”
“Oh yah?” Jimi asked, raising his hands up and making some hand signs, “Maybe I should go back to the basics then…”
Blackfire fired her eye beams forward, hitting Jimi, who grinned, then promptly became an exploded teddy bear.
“What?!” Blackfire growled, spinning around only to find Jimi flying up from below, smashing his fist into her chin, sending the Tamarian flying upwards towards the ceiling.
Jimi grinned, crossing his arms over his chest, but paused as Blackfire flew back down, looking more or less unharmed.
“Not bad, but doesn’t pack the same punch as Kimi,” she grinned, then began to fire star bolts at the clone at a rapid pace.
Jimi flew all around, attempting to avoid them, as the star bolts exploded behind him. However, one hit, and that started a chain reaction, and soon, Jimi was being pelted with them.
They stopped for a second, and Jimi looked upwards, seeing Blackfire flying at him, fist pulled back for the final blow.
“Heh…” Jimi grinned, then closed his eyes, holding up his hands.
“Sonic…CLAP!” Jimi bellowed, slamming his palms together, sending a wave of sound flying upwards. Blackfire faltered, caught up in the blow, then was thrown back, hitting a piece of machinery…
Avenger smirked, moving around Bender like some sort of possessed puppet, his sabers dancing around and slashing at the robot whenever he got the chance, avoiding Bender’s arms as well.
Smirking, he paused and brought his saber up for a devastating blow, but suddenly found both his legs grabbed!
“Bender scores!” Bender grinned, pulling up Avenger and throwing him into some machinery as well.
“Ahhh!” Avenger shouted, getting up slowly, gingerly. Custard-Is did not recover from physical blows as easily as Flan-Is did.
“Kiss my shiny metal a-” Bender began, shaking his posterior at Avenger, but suddenly found a red bolt of Ki planted there, and fell over.
“You were saying?” Avenger asked, both of his sabers whizzing around his body now, both hands held up, glowing with his red Ki.
“Alright, it’s Bending Time!” Bender shouted, arms extending at Avenger again.
The floating sabers blocked them, and Avenger placed his hands together, grinning as the Ki began to grow.
“Custard Cannon!” Avenger yelled, and fired the blast forward, straight ahead, hitting Bender and sending the robot backwards, and into more machinery.
“Heh,” Avenger smiled, grabbing his sabers as they deactivated and floated back to him, placing them in his trench coat, “To easy.”
A red X sword crackled as a Spork Keyblade blocked it, AGoI and Red X grunting as they pushed against it.
“You can’t beat me…Those gadgets you have were stolen. I made mine myself,” The Spork grinned, “Plus, I can do this…Thundaga!”
Red X backed off quickly, barely avoiding the lightning blast as it hit just where he had been.
Holding his hand up, the Spork Keyblade disappeared, and AGoI pulled out some smaller, metal sporks.
Raising an eyebrow beneath his helmet, Red X placed his X sword away, then pulled out some smaller xs
They were thrown, hitting each other in mid air and careening off to the sides, embedding themselves in various places, causing sparks.
A few hit the ground around Red X, apparently missed, and stuck there, as the two continued firing their small gadgets.
A pause, both of them holding another one, and The Spork glanced down to all his sporks around Red X’s feet.
“Giving up?” Red X asked, ready to throw his next X.
“Hardly,” the scientist grinned, then pulled out a small device, a large red button on top of it. “Boom.”
He clicked the button, and an explosion rang out, all around Red X as the sporks about him exploded.
Red X was sent backwards from the explosion, hitting the wall hard, but got up slowly.
“Heh…That it?” Red X wondered, picking himself up, holding up another X to use.
“Hardly,” The Spork grinned, his hand crackling with Custard Lightning.
A short blast later and Red X was down…
Sabers met boot, and Hammah was thrown back, hitting a wall himself, frowning as he picked himself up, holding his red and yellow sabers upwards.
“Oh, give it up,” Rouge sighed, flying above and in front of Hammah, smirking.
“Never! I have to help save Christmas!” Hammah shouted, then ran forward, throwing his yellow saber at Rouge, who flew up and avoided it.
Gripping his red saber tightly, Hammah jumped upwards, slashing at Rouge, but missed.
“Please, you don’t stand a chance against me,” the bat chuckled, “Don’t be so stubborn.”
Hammah growled and focused, his yellow saber from earlier floating upwards around him, as did his red saber.
More sabers came from Hammah’s sleeve and pack, floating around and slicing at the air, the clone concentrating hard, eyes closed, hands up.
“Hiya!” Rouge shouted, spinning again and attacking at Hammah, but suddenly found several Custard sabers all around her, forcing her to back off.
Wham! One of the hilts hit Rouge in the back of the head, the thief turning around angrily to kick at it, only for another hilt to her in the back.
Several more blows and Rouge fell downwards, landing in a heap.
“Wooo!” Hammah shouted, his sabers floating back to him, then sighed, dropping to his knees, “We saved Christmas…”
“Oh no!” a voice shouted out, and the three Custard-Is plus Jimi turned to look, and saw Santa, “The Workshop! The machines, the presents! We have no way to replace the presents now!”
“…DARN IT!” Avenger shouted, stomping the ground, “I knew we were forgetting something…”
“Ugh…What happened…?” Jack murmured, getting up slowly, staring around at the destruction and everyone else.
As Hammah explained what happened to Jack, Santa was looking at the machinery and ruined presents.
“It’s hopeless…No one could fix this…” Santa sighed.
Avenger paused, then grinned, placing his arm around Santa’s shoulder, “Really? Well, we got in our hands a guy who can probably put this stuff back together, or at least know someone who does.”
A few minutes later, The Spork was shouting orders at the elves, goggles over his eyes, blowtorch in hand.
“No, no, no! The circuit board’s not suppose to go that way!” he yelled, sighing and shaking his head, then turned around to look towards Hammah, who was working as well.
“Tightly Hammah! Righty tighty, lefty loosely!” AGoI said, then turned around again, yelling at some elves,
“What the smurf did I just tell you?!” “Hey, need me to do anything?” Avenger wondered, walking up, “Jimi and I made sure those thieves were put away tightly.”
The Spork paused, remembering the time he let Avenger into his lab. He
still hadn’t fixed that one wall.
“…No…” The Spork said bluntly, “Errr…Actually, why don’t you keep guard…Far away from the machinery.”
Frowning, Avenger sighed and walked off outside, grumbling.
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“Heurm…It seems that the Potato Gang failed. I should have known not to send thieves for a job like this…If I want to stop that human and Christmas, it seems I’ll have to take care of this myself.”
Engines fired up, and soon, the one who hired the Potato Gang was off.
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"Alright, everything looks good," Spork sighed, wiping some sweat from his brow. "I've fixed the main circuits, and the present machine is back up and functioning. It'll be close, but it looks like you'll make it."
"Good, good," Santa Claus said, "Though I wonder why those four would want to stop Christmas..."
"Probably wanted to sell the presents for cash," Jimi sighed, leaning against a wall.
Meanwhile, outside, Avenger was kicking some snow, meandering outside the workshop, 'keeping guard.'
"Man, this is boring," Avenger grumbled, plopping down on another pile of snow, "And c-c-cold...Ma-aybe I sh-should have brought a ja-jacket..."
"Oh, then why don't I heat things up?" a dark voice chuckled from somewhere.
Avenger whirled around, pulling out his two sabers, "Who was that?" No one was behind him.
Suddenly the snow next to him exploded, the Custard-I being blasted to the side, landing headfirst into yet another pile of the cold white stuff.
Avenger growled, shaking his head free of snow, "Darn it, it took me forever to get my spikes right!"
The ground shook as something landed, and Avenger spun around again, still holding up his Custard Sabers, letting one float around him, as usual.
"...Oh...crud..."
In front of him was a large red robot, holding a machine gun aimed towards Avenger.
"Ah hah hah hah!"
Evil Robot Santa laughed, "You've been very Naughty Avenger, and now you'll get your present...Lead!"
Bullets burst from the gun, but Avenger's sabers spun around him, blocking the bullets easily enough, but he had to focus on his blades, so he was unable to go for a counter attack.
Thankfully a figure dressed in green came flying through a nearby door, bringing his foot around into the robot.
"HA!" Super Jimi yelled, Evil Robot Santa going flying, the bullets stopping.
The robot smashed into the large carousel outside, getting up with a growl, his cold robot eyes flashing angrily.
"Oohhh...You've been very Naughty too Jimi!" Evil Robot Santa said, pulling out a bazooka, "Here's your present!"
He fired the weapon, but a shield of magical energy covered Jimi, blocking the rocket and shooting it back, the carousel catching fire in the ensuing explosion.
"Professor!" Jimi grinned, looking backwards as The Spork appeared with a sigh.
"I should have seen this coming..." the scientist muttered, shaking his head.
"Ahhh! AGoI! You've been especially Naughty!" the evil robotic version of Santa Claus chuckled, stepping out of the flames, currently unarmed, at least, that's what it looked like.
"What's happening?" Hammah shouted, running outside, accompanied by Jack Skellington and the real Santa Claus.
"In fact, all of you have been Naughty!" Evil Robot Santa shouted, but then pointed towards the clone Hammah, "Except for you. You'll be getting a teddy bear from me this year."
"Errr..thank you?" Hammah said, scratching the back of his head.
"Less talk, more butt whoopin'!" Avenger shouted, racing at the robot Santa, snow being kicked up above him as he hovered just slightly above the surface.
He spun at the last second, his saber clanging against the red metal of evil robot Santa, who glanced at him.
"Is that all?" the robot grinned, then grabbed Avenger, and threw him behind him towards the flaming carousel.
Avenger closed his eyes and concentrated, disappearing with an Instant Transmission, but he didn't seem to reappear.
"Take this!" Jimi shouted, holding up his hands and sending lightning bolts flying forward, focusing on the quarter of the Golden Sun he had. The lightning bolts hit Evil Robot Santa, but besides making his eyes glow briefly, nothing.
"What the...?" Jimi shouted, but suddenly found himself being blasted by a red laser, courtesy of a gun Evil Robot Santa had produced.
Jimi landed in the snow, and Hammah ran forward with a shout, pulling out his sabers and twisting like a tornado, slashing furiously at the robot.
Like with Avenger, the sabers were ineffective, and Hammah was knocked to the side.
Now, Jack ran forward, "Don't worry, I'll save Christmas!"
Another laser blast put him down. He wasn't killed though, but unconscious.
"Well, aren't you going to try something?" Evil Robot Santa asked, raising one of his metallic eyebrows at The Spork.
"Don't need to," he answered, indicating upwards with his thumb.
Following the thumb, Evil Robot Santa looked up towards the roof in front of him, and groaned.
"Oh, you've both been especially Naughty now!" Evil Robot Santa shouted, aiming his laser towards Avenger.
"OBJECTION!" Avenger grinned, holding a large cannon under his right arm, aiming at Evil Robot Santa, "I always wanted to use this thing!"
A purple blast of energy rocketed from the cannon, hitting the evil robotic Santa dead on, sending the robot backwards.
"I'll only forgive you for invading my lab because it's Christmas, Avenger," Spork sighed, stepping forward, as Evil Robot Santa got up slowly, a hole in his chest, sparking.
"Yah, yah," Avenger said, still on the roof, "Even if I wasn't, that was
so worth it."
"Fools!" Evil Robot Santa shouted, "I shall take over Christmas and give everyone what they truly deserve!"
Spork chuckled, shaking his head, as Custard Lightning built up in his left hand, "Whatever you say, but as those pesky heroes tell me, it's the good guys who always win..."
He thrust his left hand forward, the yellow Custard lightning (though Spork's had a bit of black in it) crackled into Evil Robot Santa's electronic equipment, and the robot fell forward, deactivated.
"And for this story, I'm one of the good guys..."
"Darn Sporky, do you really have to say the last cool thing?" Avenger wondered, appearing by his fellow Custard-I with an Instant Transmission, cannon-less.
"...Yes...Yes I do."
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Everything was cleaned up at Santa's Workshop, the Potato Gang were brought to the proper authorities, and Evil Robot Santa was being kept under lock and guard.
The Custard Four said their goodbyes to Santa and Jack, and headed off back home, where they all went to bed, exhausted.
And then, it was morning.
Spork groaned angrily as several shouts of joy exploded from the living room.
"Urgh..." he muttered, getting up.
In the living room, Hammah, Jimi, and Avenger were sorting out the presents.
"'Bout time you woke up Sporky," Avenger said with a wave, "Any longer and we'd have thought you were hibernating."
Deciding not to point out the early time and last night's activities, Spork plopped down on his chair.
"Hey!" Jimi shouted from the pile of presents, "It looks like Santa was grateful for you two helping out...You have presents from him!"
Two small packages were tossed to Avenger and Spork. Avenger seemed overjoyed, quickly ripping off the wrapping. Spork seemed surprised, studying the package before removing the outer layer.
Avenger opened the box to find a simple golden locket, along with a note, and...a piece of coal.
Avenger chuckled, opening the note up to read it, in the flourishing writing of dear ol' Santa Claus.
Dear Avenger,
I hope you enjoy this Christmas gift from me. I appreciate the help you gave me in stopping the Potato Gang and my evil robotic duplicate. This locket is empty, and can be filled with any picture you want. And perhaps, you can use it to look towards the future. I understand many people use their family pictures for lockets.
From,
Santa Claus The trench coat wearing Custard-I paused, then looked up towards Hammah, Spork, and Jimi.
"Heh...Maybe he's got a point...I should start looking towards the future..." he thought, then turned towards his rival, "Yo! Sporky, what did you get?"
The Spork had two notes in small box, and a piece of coal as well.
One note was from Santa Claus, reading:
Dear Spork,
I hope you find this uplifting in this holiday season.
From,
Santa Claus And the last one was the one which The Spork was holding tightly, staring at it blankly, not answering Avenger.
Sighing, Avenger got up and walked over, peering at the note, which held only five small words, in a handwriting Avenger did not recognize. They were...:
"It wasn't your fault, brother.""Odd..." Avenger shrugged, then headed back to his seat to open some more presents.
"Well then..." Spork said with a small grin, "Who's up for breakfast?"
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And so we close this tale on these Custard folk.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all...a good July.
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Happy Super Kimi and Wonder Sama day! Spork's got a couple more things planned he hopes to have done later today, so hold on to your socks!