The name of this story is "A Sonic Christmas". Hi, it's Elaine again. I'm writing to send you another story. It's not the conclusion to the Total Chaotix series, however, what with the holidays coming up and all, I just HAD to write this story, which is my version of the X-tremely Sonic Christmas special. However, I was not able to watch it, because I don't get USA network (it figures!) Fortunatly, I was told what the special was like by two people who had seen it. I heard it had Knuckles and the Chaotix in it, along with Renfield the Rodent, Knuckles' cousin, and many others. It sounded really good, so here's what I thought it was.... "Hey, c'mon and get me, blueboy!" rang out a voice across the Great Forest. "You just wait, red!" answered another voice. "I'm coming at ya!" A red echidna moved through the trees, with a snowball in his fingerless hands. He knew his objective: to cream Sonic with it. At the same time, a blue hedgehog zoomed through the forest, running right past Knuckles. Knuckles followed him at about the same pace, and whipped out his snowball. "Eat this, hedgehog!" he cried. "Wha-?" Sonic felt something cold hit the back of his neck, and knew exactly what it was. "Knux, you're gonna pay for that!" Sonic picked up a handful of snow, and rolled it into a neat little ball. "Chew on this, Knuckles!" The snowball missed Knuckles and hit a tree instead. Knuckles came out from behind the tree, and stuck his tongue out at Sonic. "Hah, hah! You'll have to do better than that, stupid!" he taunted. "Okay, I will," Sonic said, going into his famous Sonic Spin. He dashed along the snow-covered ground, and smashed into a nearby tree, cutting right through it. The tree toppled over, nearly missing Knuckles who was standing close to it. "Arrrrgggghh!!!" he shouted, shaking his fist. "I mean, not doing that cute little spin you do, blue!" "Oh, yeah?" Sonic yelled. "Who you calling cute?" "You, spinebrain!" "Why you little..." "Sonic! Knuckles! Break it up, will ya?" Tails came hovering in from Knothole. "It's time to get ready for the party. Having a snowball fight won't do any good." "He's right, porker," Knuckles said, "let's go. This is gonna be the best party Mobius has ever seen!" A few weeks ago, Sonic had sent out invitations for a Christmas party to various friends and relatives. He even sent one to where he thought his brother, Ashura, now resided, and a few days later, Ashura arrived to help set things up. The Chaotix where also coming, and Knuckles begged Sonic to invite his cousin, Mohawk, and after much arguing and fighting, Sonic reluctantly agreed. Now, Sonic and Knuckles were having a snowball fight instead of setting up the Christmas tree and decorations, among other things. "It's about time you two got back," Princess Sally exclaimed when Sonic and Knuckles came in. "Yeah, me an' the Princess have been waitin' here for two hours," Ashura spoke. "What you guys been doin', anyway?" "Having a snowball fight," Sonic grumbled, sqeezing the water out of his quills. "Got the tree up yet?" "You said you was gonna do that," Ashura said, "so, no, the tree's not up yet." Sonic grumbled, walking outside where they had put the tree they chopped down that morning. "C'mon, Knuckles, help me," Sonic called, "it's a two-person job." Knuckles followed Sonic out the door, muttering various swears to himself and grumbling. He sqeezed the water out of his dreads, and went outside. "See this tree?" Sonic said to Knuckles when he got outside, gesturing to the tree. "Isn't she a beaut?" "Uhh, Sonic, we forgot something," Knuckles said, staring at the tree, still twisting his dreads. "What?" "The stand, dummy!" "Oh, yeah, right!" Sonic remembered, slapping his forehead. "Go and get it, Knuckles." "What am I, your personal slave?" "Okay, fine, I'll get it myself," Sonic said, walking to the shed. "You go and get the decorations." Knuckles grumbled, shaking his head and clenching his fists. "Ohh, alright, but I won't like it." he said to himself. After Sonic and Knuckles had everything they needed, Sonic picked up a handful of decorations and decorated the tree at Supersonic speed. Knuckles hung about one or two decorations on the tree, and tried to do more, but Sonic grabbed them all before he had the chance. "Hey, people," a voice said, "need some help?" "Huh?" "It's us, the Chaotix," Mighty said, walking out of the shadows along with the rest of the Chaotix. "Howzit going, guys?" Bomb asked. "Great, Bomb, just great," Knuckles said sarcastically, watching the blue blur rush around the tree. "Isn't he getting dizzy?" Espio asked. "Oh, I manage," Sonic said, screeching to a halt. "I'm not dizzy..." Meanwhile, at the North Pole, Santa Claus and his elves were busy making toys for all the good little Mobian children. They had no idea they were soon to be ambushed.... Santa heard a thump in the workshop behind him, and called, "Are you boys alright in there?" No answer. Santa decided he'd better check on his helpers. He opened the door to the workshop, and found various pieces of toys scattered about the room, and a great big fat man with a red nose standing in the middle of it all. "Who are you?" Santa exclaimed. "And what are you doing in my workshop?" "Taking care of a few last minute details," the fat man answered. "I am Robotnik, ruler of Mobius, and I hate Christmas!" "That's ridiculous!" Santa cried. "Christmas is a time to give, and recieve, so how can you possibly hate Christmas?" "It's the giving that makes me sick," Robotnik answered. "Scratch! Grounder! Show Mr. Claus that we mean buisiness!" Two robots emerged from the back door to the workshop. One was an oblonged robot chicken, and the other a blue creature with drills on its arms and face. When they saw Santa standing there, they went berserk. "Santa Claus!" Scratch, the robot chicken, cried. "As long as we're here, we may as well tell you what we want for Christmas!" "Yeah, we may," his non-identical twin, Grounder, said, pulling a sheet of paper at least two miles long out of his chest compartment. "I want some new computer games, the really stupid ones where you don't get the whole game." "Shareware, Grounder." Scratch finished. "Oh, yeah." Grounder cleared his throat, and continued. Santa listened to Scratch and Grounder blabber for a while, then began tapping his foot and said, "This is cruel and unusual punishment." Robotnik listened for a while, too, when finally he left, locking Santa in the workshop with Scratch and Grounder still reciting their Christmas lists. Four hours later, they finally finished. By that time, Santa was asleep and Scratch and Grounder left, ripping a hole in the roof. Meanwhile, the guests for Sonic's Christmas party had arrived. Sonic and Knuckles continued their snowball fight, and after a while Ashura and Tails joined in. Everyone else was at the snack table, chowing down on snacks, but Mighty finally felt full. He dropped the brownie he had been nibbling on the floor, and went outside to see how the snowball fight was going. The moment he stepped outside, a snowball hit him in the face. "Haw haw! Gotcha, Mights!" Sonic laughed and pointed at Mighty, his face covered in snow. Mighty said nothing. He wiped the snow off his face and packed a snowball. Then he threw it at Sonic as hard as he possibly could. His aim was good. It hit Sonic directly in the face. Then another snowball hit his back. He turned, seeing Vector, Charmy Bee, and Espio all standing behind him, evil grins on their faces. "How do like that, huh?" Mighty cried, breaking into uncontrollable laughter. "Get him, boys!" Ashura the hedgehog stepped up to Sonic and whapped Sonic in the face with a snowball as if it were a pie. Soon everyone joined in and were ganging up on each other instead of just Sonic. When they thought they absolutely couldn't be having any more fun, a laser beam decsended from the sky and hit Mighty on the head. He fell to the ground and did not get back up. "Who-?" Ashura exclaimed, looking up. "Scratch and Grounder?" Vector said. "What are they doing here?" Charmy asked. "I thought they wouldn't want to mess with Sonic anymore, he's creamed `em so much before." "I'll take care of them," Espio said confidently, throwing his snowball up in the air as high as he could throw it. The snow hit the side of Scratch and Grounder's plane, but did not damage it much. "Hey, hornhead," Scratch called to Espio. "You're gonna have to do alot better than that!" "YOU CALLED ME HORNHEAD?" Espio yelled up at them. "THAT'S IT, YA IDIOTIC `BOT!" Espio rolled a mega-snowball as quickly as he could. Scratch continued his insult marathon. "Ohh, what are ya gonna do, hornhead? Build a snowman to scare us away? Haw haw haw! That is so stupid it's funny!" "Hey, Scratch!" Espio yelled, picking up the mega-snowball as if it were a feather. "Who's laughing now?" He threw the mega-snowball at Scratch and Grounder's plane. This brought it down so quickly it may as well have been a brick. "Way to go, Espio!" Vector cried. "Slap me some skin, chum!" Espio gave Vector a high-five. "Guys, what about Mighty?" Bomb inquired. "Muh-Mighty?" Mighty sat up, rubbing his head. "Who's Mighty? I'm Super Santa Claus!" Mighty stood up and ran around laughing. "Where's my automatic reindeer? Help me look for it!" "Mighty, are you feeling alright?" Charmy asked him. "Of course I'm alright--hey, there's my reindeer!" Mighty cried, pointing to a goofy-looking wooden reindeer sitting in the snow not far away. "Now excuse me, I have presents to deliver! Merry Christmas!" He jumped on the reindeer, and flew away. "Would somebody please tell me what just happened here?" Vector said. "Probably had something to do with that laser beam," Bomb suggested. "It'll wear off in a few hours, I think." "But until it does, we've gotta follow him," Knuckles said. "He might get hurt, y'know." "`Might?'" Espio exclaimed. "Uh, Knuckles, I think he *will* get hurt." They all ran off in the direction Mighty had flew in. He seemed to be heading towards the North Pole. But a call from inside the house brought them all to a stop. "Guys, I have bad news," Knuckles' cousin, Mohawk, said. "Santa Claus has been kidnapped by Robotnik! `Ol Robo-butt is holding him in his own workshop!" "*WHAT?*" everyone said all at the same time. "We've gotta help him, guys!" Sonic cried. "Christmas without Santa Claus is like a chili-dog without chili!" "You're not going anywhere," Grounder said. "Why's that?" Sonic asked. "`Cause we're not finished our fight yet!" Scratch exclaimed. He whipped out a mini-laser rifle and fired it at Knuckles. Knuckles dodged out of the way, but tripped and fell--well, spun is more like it--down a sloping hill. There was a tree at the bottom and when Knuckles reached the bottom he banged into it. "Make more snowballs, guys!" Sonic yelled to the others. "Maybe they mean a *snowball* fight!" "Yeah, I think they do," Mohawk exclaimed. "Think fast, `bots!" "Wha--hey!!!" Grounder screeched as a snowball hit him and Scratch in the face. "That could damage us!" "Oh, so they wanna play a little game, do they?" Scratch mused, packing a snowball. He threw it at Mohawk. "Hah, hah, missed me!!" Mohawk taunted. "Hey, `bots, I hear you're so slow at throwing snowballs, snails can dodge your shots!" "*What?!*" Grounder yelled. "Scratch, help me think of a good comeback!" "I don't know," Scratch said. "Don't know?" Ashura shouted. "Well, I do! Eat snow, ya idiotic bots!" Ashura whipped the snowball he'd been saving at Scratch, and bent his beak. "I'll teach you to crash our Christmas party, `bots!" he shouted. "Why you little...." Scratch yelled. "I'll get you!" "No, I'll get you!" Sonic said. He snuck up behind the `bots, and rolled a huge snowball at them. "WAAAUUUUUUGGGHH!!!!!" Scratch and Grounder screamed as the snowball rolled at them, and carried them down the same sloping hill Knuckles spun down. The snowball banged into the tree at the bottom, still carrying Scratch and Grounder. *CRASH!* "Well, I don't think they'll be pulling any more tricks like that on us again," Bomb exclaimed, looking down at the wreckage. "Me either," Charmy said. "I think they've learned their lesson." "Let's go find Mighty, you guys," Knuckles suggested. "We can use the plane the `bots were firing at us from." The plane still worked fine. They were headed for the North Pole, supposedly where Mighty had gone, in no time. Meanwhile, Mighty was still navigating his way through the North Pole. "Hey, where's this stupid reindeer goin', anyway?" he said to himself when he realized he was definatly not on his way to deliver presents. "We're not supposed to going back to the North Pole yet, reindeer. Hey, whoa, what are you *doing?!*" The reindeer hovered in the air for a while, then crashed to the ground. The moment his head hit the ground, Mighty regained his memory. "What am I doing out here freezing to death?" he said, then collapsed in the snow. Sonic, Knuckles, the Chaotix, and everyone else arrived at the North Pole. "Look, there's Mighty!" Knuckles said, pointing. Knuckles brought the plane down, and they went over to revive Mighty. Mighty started hearing voices. "Mighty, are you okay?" someone said. "Okay, Mighty, how many fingers am I holding up?" Mighty slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry. He squinted, and saw the voice belonged to Knuckles. "None..." Mighty said. "That's right!" Knuckles exclaimed happily. "Are you gonna be okay, Mighty?" "Uhh....I think so, Knux," Mighty said wearily, then got up. "So, what happened while I was gone?" "Santa Claus has been captured," Vector explained. "Robotnik's holding him in his own workshop, and to make things worse, it's Christmas Eve." "As long as we're here, we better save him," Espio said. "`Cause Christmas without Santa is like..." "A chili dog without chili," Sonic finished. "That's not what I was gonna say," Espio said angrily. "Then what were you going to say?" Sonic asked. "Floating Island without a Chaos Emarald," Espio answered. The group walked for a while. Finally they came upon Santa's workshop. Sonic tried to open the door. "Ungh, it's locked!" he cried, frustrated. "Allow me," Knuckles volunteered. And he bashed through the door with no trouble at all. "Santa!" Tails cried when they got in. "Huh--wha-?" Santa grumbled, waking up. "What's going on? Who are you?" "Sonic the Hedgehog, the Freedom Fighter," Sonic answered. "We're here to rescue you." "I'm afraid that won't be nessecary, hedgehog," said a voice from outside. Sonic recognized it quickly. "Robotnik!" he yelled. "But of course," Robotnik laughed. He pushed a button on his hovercraft, and blew up the workshop. "YEOW!" Sonic cried. "My workshop!" Santa shouted. "Relax, Santa, that creep Robotnik is gonna pay for this," Sonic yelled, grabbing a water gun that had survived the blast. He shot a stream of water at Robotnik's ship, short-circuiting it. The ship exploded, propelling Robotnik across Mobius. Everyone cheered, but Santa was still unhappy. His workshop was demolished, and so were the toys he and his helpers had worked so hard on. Children all across Mobius were going to be very disappointed on Christmas morning... "Sonic, do you think you could rebuild my toys?" Santa asked, remembering the stories everyone had told him about how fast Sonic was. "In a jiffy, St. Nick," Sonic said, wasting no time. At once he picked up the pieces of toys lying everywhere, and in a few minutes they were all rebuilt. "Thank you, Sonic," Santa said, brushing a tear away from his cheek. "What's wrong, Santa?" Tails asked. "Oh, nothing, m'boy," Santa answered, "I'm just so happy. Sonic, I'd like you to ride in my sleigh tonight and help me deliver presents." "It--it would be an honour, sir!" Sonic exclaimed. He had been waiting for this moment all his life. That night, Sonic rode with Santa on his sleigh off into the moonlight. "Merry Christmas, everyone," Santa called, "merry Christmas!" THE END Note: I have never seen the Sonic holiday special, nor do I beleive in Santa. Merry Christmas, fellow fan-fic authors.