#025 - CHRISTMAS DAY!!!

Hound (voice): That was unexpectedly one-sided.


Santa: Did you doubt, Primus' power?

Hound: It was also a tad brutal. Don't you think? I mean, he TORE OFF his face then his head.

Santa: It is not our place to question the wisdom of the gods.



Hound: Thank you, Primus. Thank you for coming and doing what we couldn't


Primus: IT IS NOT MY WISH THAT MY CREATION SHOULD SUFFER. WHICH REMINDS ME....


Hound: You're all back! I'm so glad you're all alright.

Prowl: In spite of my actions. I'm sorry for everything, Hound.

Hound: Let's not dwell on that. It's Christmas!



Sunstreaker: You've been awesome this whole month. I couldn't have done it. What I'm trying to say is, can you forgive me for being such an aft hose?

Hound: I'd be an aft hose myself if I said no. Besides, you look so pitiful with your skid plate showing.

Sunstreaker: What?

Hound: Kidding.

Sunstreaker: You're lucky it's Christmas.



Prowl: This is great! Everything is back to normal. If only Optimus was here.



Sideswipe: This is just creepy. Would you look at that? It's PRIME!



Optimus: Everthing looks fine here. What's the emergency, Hound?



Hound: Turns out Primus took care of it.

Optimus: I don't--

Sunstreaker: Long story, big guy. Let's just enjoy your time back.

Optimus: Yes, let's.



Jetfire: * And so that's the story of how we Autobots found the meaning of Christmas. *



Jetfire: * That knowledge has served us all well over the years; even me, a Decepticon scientist turned good guy. *



Jetfire: * That's why, when the snow begins to fly, I get a feeling deep in my gears. *

Baby Raccoon: Prrrr!

Jetfire: Ugh!



Present Day...

Jetfire: That's why, even a millenia later, I've STILL got rust in that shoulder joint. Oh well, MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!!



Primus: Merry Christmas!

Jesus: Have a safe and prosperous new year!

Both: Thanks for reading, everybody!!

Advent, Day Twenty-Four

Prowl: Well, we may not be in perfect condition, but we're all functioning.

Jetfire: All the animals are reunited too. Maybe this is what Christmas is about. Just being together with the ones you care about.

Grimlock: Me, Grimlock, want know where Hound is.



Mr. Fox: He went on his own to send your Optimus Prime a distress call. I don't know why he would take so long. Unless....



Rocky: Don' t say it, mate. We're all tinkin' it. Gor, was a brave one, 'e was. You'd do well to follow 'is example, junior.

Father Deer: I'm just happy he got us through this. I'll always remember him.



Ironhide: Quit yer moanin', everybody! We don't know what's happened to Hound. He's probably going to show up any minute now. He won't want to see your long faces when he does.



Galvatron: Oh, he won't. There won't be anything of you to see at all.



Grimlock: Who is you?

Galvatron: I am Galvatron, Emissary of Unicron--Lord of Destruction!



Ironhide: That's a lot of big talk for someone in your position. If ya ask me, you look like you're outnumbered. I may be strainin' servos just to stand, but I'll still hand you your skid plate. Let's get him, 'bots!



Galvatron: I think not. I admire your attitude old-timer. Your death will be quick. DECEPTICONS! ATTACK!!!



Twenty Minutes Later...

Hound: Oh...



Hound: ...my...


Hound: ...god!



Unicron: Ha.



Unicron: Ha.



Unicron: HA!!



Hound: They're all gone; Autobots, Decepticons, Earth creatures. He destroyed them all.



Hound: I...I...I can't. There's nothing more I can do. It's impossible.



Santa: Looks that way, doesn't it?

Hound: Who are you?

Santa: Who do you think?



Hound: Santa? But you were killed.

Santa: And yet here I am. Improved, some would say.

Hound: How?

Santa: You're half way there. You already know there's nothing you can do about this, right?

Hound: Yes, but--

Santa: It sounds like you need some help.



Hound: I do, but Unicron is a god! Who could possibly help? Primus? He wouldn't lower himself to become matter. He's above intervening on my behalf.

Santa: Is he?



*crumble*

Hound: What in the Pit!? The calendar is falling!

Santa: Let's MOVE!



Hound: What is that?

Santa: You asked for help, Hound. He isn't bound by your restrictions.



Santa (voice): Primus is manifest! Now let's head for cover.



Santa (voice): This is going be ugly!

Advent, Day Twenty-Three

Hound: I hope Prowl hasn't reset the security codes. This message has to get through.



Hound: Why is no one here? Great! The communication station is damaged. I don't have TIME for this! * Why am I talking out loud to myself? *



Hound: Optimus, I don't know if you're receiving this, or if I'm even broadcasting for that matter. For Primus' sake, we NEED you here. NOW. Everything's gone to the Pit. Please hurry!



Hound: I hope Mr. Fox is having more luck than I am. I don't know how much more bad luck we can survive.


Somewhere in the Forest...

Mr. Fox: * I can't go much further. My paws ache, I'm so hungry I can't see straight. The only thing keeping me going is know my children need me. *



Two Hours Later...

Father Deer: So good to see you Mr. Fox.

Mr. Fox: Is that you, Jerry? I am so glad to see you. The children look well.

Father Deer: They are. This Decepticon has been most helpful. I think he's trying to earn his freedom.

Mr. Fox: He doesn't know you very well, does he?



Nightstick: Just leave me here. Please don't kill me.

Mr. Fox: I was being ironic. Jerry's a pacifist, you big sissy!



The Advent Calendar...

Bumblebee: Prowl, I've been having a very strange dream. You were being such an aft vent and the Decepticons...What is it, Prowl?

Prowl: Nothing, 'Bee. I'm just glad you're okay.



Mirage: Prowl dude, got today's present. Buncha earthling food. Whatcha want me to do with it?

Prowl: Keep it. It may draw the Earth creatures back to us.

Mirage: You really think that'll work?



Two Minutes Later...

Rocky: Oh, 'ello!



Deep in the Forest...

Galvatron: My Decepticons, we are destined to rule in the coming oblivion.

Acid Storm: * Is Unicron SLEEPING? *



Galvatron: We must eliminate our weak and foolish enemies, the accursed Autobots. Follow me! We shall finally end this pointless war. By this time tomorrow, we will meet our destinies head on.



Galvatron: FOR VICTORY!!

All: FOR VICTORY!!