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[ Starring: Tuck, Vyng, Billie ]
[ At first you see the bushy-bearded face of Tachome Dhaume the barbarian checking to make sure the "video" setting is on. Then it pans across a living room—Michael's living room, to be precise—and stops on his best friend Vyng.
Oh, and a broken window behind him. ]
C'mere, Billie! Look who came last night!
[ With all the enthusiasm of a parent hyping up the legend of Santa, he leads his son over to the broken window where shards of glass lay on the ground. With eyes as big as saucers, Billie looks up at his parents. ]
Charles!
That's right, buddy! Charles found us all the way in Trench and broke in last night! [ The video moves over to a half-eaten plate of meatballs(?). ] He ate some of the meatballs we left out for him, too.
[ Nevermind that the evidence of who really ate some of their questionable meatballs is still stuck to Tuck's beard. ]
He left you a present. Look! He got you new nesting material for your bed!
[ In the corner is a small pile of soft things: strips of fabric, sheep wool, stuffing that probably came out of a couch. ]
Wow. It's a Charles miracle! Wait... Where're your presents?
[ Not wanting to blow the whistle on their ruse, Tuck quickly makes eye contact with Vyng to get them on the same page. ]
Uhhh...
He... left before he could drop ours off.
Yeah, I... woke up and heard him break in. And as he was... eating the... meatballs, I fought him. And then he ran off.
You got to fight Charles?! Why didn't you wake me up?
Because! He... told us not to.
Yeah, he said you needed your... beauty sleep.
Next year you can fight him, Billie.
[ It doesn't sit well with Billie, who is ready to knife a Charles this very minute, but there's little he can do about it on Charles day. The break ins are long past! With a huff, he relents and flops on his pile of fluff like a curious cat. ]
Merry Charles, Billie! Merry Charles, Vyng!
Merry Charles, everyone!
[ At first you see the bushy-bearded face of Tachome Dhaume the barbarian checking to make sure the "video" setting is on. Then it pans across a living room—Michael's living room, to be precise—and stops on his best friend Vyng.
Oh, and a broken window behind him. ]
C'mere, Billie! Look who came last night!
[ With all the enthusiasm of a parent hyping up the legend of Santa, he leads his son over to the broken window where shards of glass lay on the ground. With eyes as big as saucers, Billie looks up at his parents. ]
Charles!
That's right, buddy! Charles found us all the way in Trench and broke in last night! [ The video moves over to a half-eaten plate of meatballs(?). ] He ate some of the meatballs we left out for him, too.
[ Nevermind that the evidence of who really ate some of their questionable meatballs is still stuck to Tuck's beard. ]
He left you a present. Look! He got you new nesting material for your bed!
[ In the corner is a small pile of soft things: strips of fabric, sheep wool, stuffing that probably came out of a couch. ]
Wow. It's a Charles miracle! Wait... Where're your presents?
[ Not wanting to blow the whistle on their ruse, Tuck quickly makes eye contact with Vyng to get them on the same page. ]
Uhhh...
He... left before he could drop ours off.
Yeah, I... woke up and heard him break in. And as he was... eating the... meatballs, I fought him. And then he ran off.
You got to fight Charles?! Why didn't you wake me up?
Because! He... told us not to.
Yeah, he said you needed your... beauty sleep.
Next year you can fight him, Billie.
[ It doesn't sit well with Billie, who is ready to knife a Charles this very minute, but there's little he can do about it on Charles day. The break ins are long past! With a huff, he relents and flops on his pile of fluff like a curious cat. ]
Merry Charles, Billie! Merry Charles, Vyng!
Merry Charles, everyone!