Ivan grumbles putting up Christmas lights outside of Flaming Snowball. Chris steps outside and looks at the bottom of the ladder Ivan is using.
Chris: If I just kicked it…
Ivan: Don’t even think about it, I shouldn’t be even doing this.
Chris: Better than paying someone to do it.
Ivan: Yeah… how’s it look?
Chris: Well you’re the perfectionist, why want my opinion?
Ivan: Why do women just b***h? Go make yourself useful and hang mistletoe.
Chris: Hmph, you’re getting coal again this year!
Chris walks back inside slamming the door, the ladder wobbles and Ivan clings to the roof.
Ivan: Oh dear…
Biff gets out a mixing bowl and opens up the refrigerator. Max ties and apron around himself and grins.
Max: Baking Christmas cookies is a good idea Biff.
Biff: Mhmm.
Ivan walks into Flaming Snowball and sees Chris standing on a bar stool hanging mistletoe. Chris tries to put the thumbtack into the ceiling but she stumbles off the bar stool and Ivan runs to catch her. A loud crash is heard and Chris lays on top of Ivan on the floor.
Ivan: Eh…
Chris: Thanks, for catching me… and breaking my fall…
Ivan: Ugh…
Ivan looks up to see the mistletoe hung, he blushes.
Ivan: It was nothing… mind getting off me?
Chris: Oh yeah.
Chris gets up and helps Ivan up. In Biff’s kitchen, Max mixes the ingredients for the cookies together and starts to get batter everywhere. Biff licks the batter off his own face.
Max: Is it yummy?
Biff: Mmmm, yeah it is.
Max licks Biff’s face.
Max: Very yummy! Oh, do I have some on my face?
Biff: Heh, mhmm, let me get that for you.
Biff licks the batter off Max’s face, Max starts to giggle.
Max: That tickles!
Chris polishes the bar top and puts out a dish of peppermint candy. Ivan yawns and sits down on one of the barstools.
Chris: All that dancing get you worn out?
Ivan: The couch isn’t that great for sleeping, that’s all…
Chris: Well why didn’t you put me on the couch and you sleep in your own bed?
Ivan: Meh, you had an easier way to reach the bathroom in my room.
Chris: Well aren’t you kind.
Biff puts the cookies in the oven, Max stretches.
Max: Hey Biffy…
Biff: Yeah?
Max: Want to take a shower?
Biff: Hm?
Ivan sucks on a peppermint leaning back in his office chair.
Ivan: Come on Mr. Usegi… I need a reply. If I can get them to play here the business surely will prosper.
Chris sweeps up the dance floor and stops, she looks at the stage.
Chris: I wonder what Max and Biff are doing…
Biff’s bathroom door is shut and the shower is running. Under the steaming hot water, Biff kisses Max. Max blushes kissing Biff back.
Max: Biffy…
Biff: Hm?
Max: What about the cookies?
Biff: Oh s**t…
Biff runs out of the shower and into the kitchen. He puts on his oven mitts and checks on the cookies.
Biff: Ah, just in time.
The doorbell rings and Biff’s ears perk up.
Biff: Who could that be?
Biff goes to the door as Max walks into the front room with a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his hand drying his hair.
Max: Hm?
Biff opens the door; Kendra and Raine are standing there. Both girls look down, both blush then Kendra screams.
Kendra: YOU SICK-O!
Biff smirks and cracks his neck.
Biff: Can I help you ladies?
Max: Who is it Biffy?
Biff: Kendra and Raine.
Raine (Whisper to Kendra): Kendra, how could you be mad at that taking your virginity? A package like that is every girl’s dream! He’s almost as god like as Goukai Zea!
Kendra: That’s my cousin’s husband you perv! You’re as bad as him!
Biff: Ahem, well before you ladies interrupted my – baking, I’d like to know why you’ve come to my humble apartment?
Raine: Oh, we just needed to borrow some sugar! We’re baking too!
Kendra: I’m leaving now.
Chris flops back on the sofa in Ivan’s office and shrugs her shoulders.
Chris: Ah, just call them if you’re worried about him. Heck, maybe we can ever do something tonight?
Ivan: Like what?
Chris: Oh, I don’t know – a little Christmas party and welcome home Biff?
Ivan: Hmph, I guess.
Biff walks down the cold side walk of the town with Max holding his hand skipping.
Max: Isn’t it so nice of Ivan and Chris to have a party for you?
Biff: Mhmm, Lila’s shop should be around here somewhere…
Max sniffs the air and points to a Little Mr. Meow statue.
Max: There it is! Let’s go!
At Ivan’s house, Chris walks out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks and sets it on the table. She then sits down next to Ivan on the couch, Ivan keeps his eyes on the TV.
Chris: Hey… Ivan… I thought bunnies were supposed to be fluffy, you seem to be grouchy all the time.
Ivan: Meh, would you rather act like the world’s all sunshine and rainbows?
Chris: Oh god no, we already have Max… I just think you need to be a bit more happier. You know, stress can kill you.
Ivan: I’ll die a young age…
Chris: Oh dear, and who will ever take care of your baby brother? The dreaded fox who does naughty-naughty things to him know doubt, what will –
Ivan turns the volume up on the TV louder. Chris gets angry.
Chris: Don’t drown me out with that idiot box!
Ivan: Hmph…
Chris: I hope your ear drums erupt from it being so loud!
Ivan (Mumbles): That’s not very nice…
The doorbell rings, before Ivan or Chris can get up to answer it; Max bursts through the door.
Max: Bur! It sure is cold out there, you okay Biffy?
Biff: Yep.
Max sees Ivan and tackles him to the floor with his tail wagging.
Max: HI BIG BROTHER! BIFF’S GOT A REALLY COOL CAR!
Ivan: Max, get off, you’re crushing my spleen…
Biff rubs his hands together walking into the living room.
Chris: You were only outside for a minute, why so cold?
Biff: I had to park my car on the street while we were in town so we did a lot of walking in the cold.
Max: The Little Mr. Meow Store was open! Oh-oh, and we’ve got cookies!
Christmas music plays in the background; Biff, Chris, and Ivan sit on the couch drinking as Max performs charades in front of them. Max imitates a rock.
Ivan: Turtle…
Chris: Tree stump!
Biff: Chris’ left breast.
Chris: What!
Ivan: -Snickers- That’s probably the right one, Biff.
Chris: Perverts!
Chris smacks Biff and Ivan, and folds her arms.
Chris: A rock…
Max jumps up.
Max: You got it!
Chris draws out of the hat and stands up, taking her place on the floor. Max flops down on the couch while both Ivan and Biff rub their face. Chris imitates a bull.
Biff: Hmmm… one of them crazy moose…
Ivan: Nah, it’s a mad cow.
Max: Tank!
Biff: Heifer!
Ivan: I already said that, jackass!
Max: Oh, donkey!
Ivan: Maybe an airplane…
Biff: Possibly a hobo…
Max: Or a fork!
Chris continues to act like a bull, she gets a pressure point.
Chris: (How stupid can you be?)
Biff: Ah, I could just sit here and watch her do this...
Ivan: Have to love Chris making a fool of herself…
Max: Chicken!
Chris: Oh that’s it! I’m a bull you ninnies!
Max: Haha, you said ninny!
Ivan: What’s the difference between a cow or bull!?
Biff: Cows are female dip-s**t.
Ivan: At least I didn’t think it was a moose.
Chris: SHUT UP!
The clock shows 8:33 PM, everyone drinks and dances, then the clock shows 11:57 PM. Biff yawns following Max into his bedroom and shutting the door. Chris falls back on the couch. Ivan’s rubbing his head.
Chris: Oh, Ivan…
Ivan: Oh, just go to sleep woman…
Max lies back on his bed quickly drifting on to sleep, Biff scratches his ears and his cell phone rings. He answers it.
Biff: Hello? … What? … Yeah, I’ll be there.
Biff hangs up and looks at Max, he kisses Max’s forehead.
Biff: Good night.
Biff walks out of the room and here’s Chris snoring, he snickers and leaves the house.
