SANTA: Well, at least the LEGO guys are starting to feel a little better. That's good news, right?
MARE: Yeah, I guess.
SANTA: Mare, you've got to snap out of this funk you're in! I know you're under a lot of stress with Kuse stuck at work and your rabbit sister planning to kill us all, but come on...we need your strength!
MARE: I'm trying, Santa. I really am. It's just tough to keep my chin up when I've got this awful feeling that some of us aren't going to make it to the new year.
SANTA: Awww, Mare...don't be so morbid! It's almost Christmas!
MARE: Just make sure all of the doors and windows are locked, okay? I'm going to take a hot shower.
SANTA: Can I watch?
MARE: Don't be disgusting. People get really freaked out by creepy Santa Clauses.
MEANWHILE...
KNACKS: Jeez, I feel like I haven't had a chance to look at our tree for more than five seconds the whole season!
TIGERBOY: I know what you mean. I've been pretty busy, too.
KNACKS: So I hear. How do you like working the Playmobil gig with Mista Snowman?
TIGERBOY: It's not so bad. I just wish he'd stop trying to make me dress up in women's clothing.
KNACKS: Eh, just let him have it. It's Christmas.
TIGERBOY: How are things going with Cher?
KNACKS: Well, it's been tricky considering that I can only see her when Waiterbot's out of the room, but other than that...it's been great! I know it's a little early to be saying this...but I think I might be falling in love!
TIGERBOY: Interesting! So it doesn't bother you that Waiterbot's probably...well, you know...
KNACKS: No he is NOT! She swears that he's only been verbally abusive. He hasn't laid a finger on her!
TIGERBOY: You know, our lifestyle is pretty sick when you get right down to it. You're in love with a girl who lives in a cage, and I'm trying on dresses for a snowman.
KNACKS: I try not to think about it too much.
TIGERBOY: Me either.
KNACKS: You mean "me neither."
TIGERBOY: I do?
KNACKS: I think so.
TIGERBOY: Interesting x2. I've gotta get going...Mista Snowman's probably waiting for me outside by now. See you in a bit.
KNACKS: Cool. Be careful out there: Remember the rabbits!
TIGERBOY: Trust me, Knacks...I'm not going to just "forget" about the threat of giant, murderous rabbits.
MEANWHILE...
LEGOTRON: Oh great, this'll sure come in handy, won't it? A garbage pail with a shovel attachment. Yeah, that'll show those wascally wabbits....NOT.
BOX: A "not" joke? Man, you really are feeling pretty down, aren't you? I can't believe you broke out a "not" joke.
LEGOTRON: Gee, sorry Box...sorry I can't come up with better one-liners when I'm worried about a giant rabbit who wants to kill us.
BOX: Why are you so worried? Remember how I kicked that skeleton's ass? How much tougher could some rabbit be?
LEGOTRON: Bones...that's one thing. Bunnies? That's something else.
MEANWHILE...
HSSXXLLLO: Thanks for letting us set up camp for the night, Hare. Everyone was looking pretty tired.
HARE: Think nothing of it. I need you all to be in top form when we arrive at the evil hideout of those terrible villains and proceed to chop their heads off.
HSSXXLLLO: Is that what we're planning to do? Seriously? We're going to chop their heads off?
HARE: If the gods so desire...then yes.
HSSXXLLLO: Hare, look, I've been asking you about what happened the other day for hours now, and I want a straight answer. I know you tried to summon The One Who Would Save Us. Why didn't he come?!
HARE: It was merely His way of telling me that it wasn't time yet. We both know that raising Leviathan can only be done under a very specific set of circumstances.
HSSXXLLLO: You mean on December 23rd? When all of the planets and stars and stuff are in all of the right spots? Is that when we're going to see him???
HARE: Oh, Hssxxlllo. Your passion for your faith is endearing, but I remind you...this isn't a game. Leave Leviathan to me...you just worry about furthering our cause.
HARE: Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
LATER!
TIGERBOY: What the heck are these things? Are we supposed to build a bridge or something?
MISTA SNOWMAN: Nuh uh! I think these are those gatey fency things that the ancient Romans stood behind while making announcements to the general public.
TIGERBOY: Ummm...that seems like a bit of a stretch to me.
MISTA SNOWMAN: No, I'm serious! Here, I'll show you...
MISTA SNOWMAN: "Friends! Romans! I do hope that you are having a very merry Christmas, in this, an era before which it was invented! I come here to remind you that the fishy sauce called "garum" is illegal to cook within city limits! It is too smelly! Challengers to this senate decree will find themselves in the snake pit!"
MISTA SNOWMAN: So, what did you think?!
TIGERBOY: I think I'm starting to understand why Waiterbot wanted to kill you so much.
MISTA SNOWMAN: You mean you didn't like my ancient Roman impression?!!
TIGERBOY: I can't say I was a fan.
BUT I WORKED SO HARD ON IT!
MEANWHILE...
WAITERBOT: Cher, it was horrible! Those ratty women cheated me of my rightful Ding-Dongs! I won that trivia game fair and square!
CHER: Sorry to hear that, Waiterbot. If you really want some Ding-Dongs, why don't you just walk to the corner deli?
WAITERBOT: Are you trying to get rid of me?!
CHER: What? No, of course not!
WAITERBOT: And tell me something else, girl. Why does it smell like chicken in here?
CHER: Must be the central heating vents. Maybe someone is cooking downstairs?
WAITERBOT: That's all it'd better be, girl.
MEANWHILE...
VINNY: Okay Kuse, I think I got it.
KUSE: Finally! So what's Hssxxlllo trying to tell me?
VINNY: Most of this seems to be a spell of some sort. I think Hssxxlllo wants you to memorize it "just in case" you need it. What it does or when you'll need it, he doesn't say. Personally, I'd be a little hesitant to read anything on these papers out loud.
KUSE: Well, I have nothing to lose at this point...I may as well learn whatever stupid spell the stupid rabbit wants me to learn. Did he say anything else?
VINNY: Kind of, but...well, Hssxxlllo was obviously worried about anyone finding out what he was telling you. He jumbled every word and laid things out in an impossible order, but if I'm reading what I think I'm reading...there is one other thing.
VINNY: He keeps repeating something to the effect of, "two of yours are not two of yours."
KUSE: Does that mean what I think it means?
VINNY: Yes...if you believe what he's telling you...it sounds like you've got a pair of moles living in your house.
KUSE: Ohhhhhhh fuck.
KUSE: I gotta get home. Thanks for your help, Vinny!
VINNY: Kuse, you can't just leave! The boss will freak out!
KUSE: Just tell him I had an emergency, okay? Tell him what's going on!
VINNY: I can't tell the boss that you had to leave work to stop alien rabbits from killing your family! He'll think I'm nuts!
KUSE: Just think of something -- I have to warn my family!
LATER!
HSSXXLLLO: Zzz. Zzz. Zzz.
HARE: I'm allowing my troops to rest up. It won't be long now. Just remember the plan: You must not reveal your true loyalties until I arrive at that ugly house!
HARE: When I get there, it is certain that they will seek your aid in battle. When that happens, you know what to do.
TRUDY: Yup, yup, we know the drill. When the time is right, we're going to bring a whole new meaning to the term "hand energy."
