*It's Christmas Eve and Nick is sitting on his couch, watching Christmas movies*
*Nick suddenly hears scrambling in his chimney.*
Nick: Burglars! *He calls the police*
*The police arrive as the mystery person drops down the chimney.*
Policeman: Santa Clause! Get him! He's been at the top of our 'Wanted' list.
Nick: What?
Blake: *Slides down the chimney.* This is kind of absurd.
Santa: Here, Blake! *Throws Blake something.*
Blake: Santa Clause powder. *Grins maniacally.*
Santa: Use it wisely.
*The police handcuff Santa and drag him out.*
Blake: *Sinks into the ground and does Santa's job for him that night.*
Nick: *He goes and visits Santa Clause the next day, but he finds his Dad in the jail cell.* Dad?
Dad: Nick, I have something to tell you...I'm secretly Santa Clause.
Nick: *Looks around.* Are you now?
Dad: Yes.
Nick: So you go around the world and deliver presents to all the the kids? *Rolls his eyes.*
Dad; Well. *Looks left then right.* Mostly everybody. Just the people I don't like.
Dylan: Why didn't I get any presents this year? *Grumpily pedals away.*
*Later at Yvette's house.*
Dylan: *Pedals in on his tricycle.* Guys, I got a new tricycle. The Tricycle 5000! Be jealous.
Nick: Okay? What's so amazing about it?
Dylan: IT....has cup holders.
Nick: Wow, so advanced, Dylan.
Dylan: I think someone is jealous. *Smiles smugly.*
Vanessa: Oh, yes. Nick is green with envy.
Dylan: I know.
Vanessa: No, short stuff, he's not.
Dylan: RAAA!! I'm not short!!
Nick: Right. And my dad's Santa Clause...oh, never mind!
Yvette: What?
Nick: Just never mind!
Blake: *Skates in on roller skates with Courtney behind him dressed in a hippopotamus costume and Blake is in a fish costume.* Fishy Wishy. *Grins like he's a genius.*
Vanessa: That. Is strange.
Yvette: Like Nick said, stranger things have happened. *Awkwardly smooths shirt.*
Nick: No...I don't think so...