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A VERY MERRY UNIVERSAL MAGIC CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

Well hi there y'all…it’s me again…back for another fucking special……………….ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… Another fucking special god damn it. I knew I should have canceled that contract when I had the chance…but nooooooooo…my agent said I had to do this special…it’ll get me exposure….exposure my fucking ass.

Well it’s that time of year again I suppose. Time to write down what happened…as from the point of time of me writing this in my good ol’ journal, Christmas is already over. But I guess I have to tell you all a tale as to what happened. Well…I'll tell you…just give a moment to allow me to mix some egg nog and vodka. That’s a pretty god mix…right? Hold on…just give a minute………..almost got it there….there…I have my drink, now let’s do this shit. So where do I begin?

Well, I suppose I should explain that like how the Halloween special happened and everything is fine. Like I said to the other guys, by the next special, everyone would be back alive. And everyone was since the time Mac unleashed that green goblin guy and almost destroyed Stalia…and probably all of Equestria.

But we all know Stalia is the most important part here. The only thing that needs to be said is that just like Halloween, Christmas is the same thing here in this universe. It’s not called Hearth’s Warming Eve, just Christmas. And there was apparently a Pony Jesus and Pony Santa as well.

Let me explain how this works…So many…many…many years ago…was a stallion…named Jesus. When was he born? Where was he born? Was it during Christmas time? Was it during the springtime? Did he make wood? Did he do steroids and crack cocaine to get his magical powers? What’s a Jesus? No one knows.

All anypony knows is that he was once real, but his life is more or less of a legend. He was a god pony and was one of the earliest ponies to spread harmony upon to others as the concept of being nice to one another wasn’t invented until this so called Jesus thing happened. And once Jesus opened the minds of many, they were all blown away and praised him for how magical he was, and when I mean magical, I mean, he did the card trick thing. But then there was a pony that wasn’t happy that someone was trying to be nice to others and do the fancy card trick thing.

This one pony wanted everyone to be miserable and never let anyone have any fun...or see the amazing card trick. Some say he wasn’t even a pony at all and he was a zebra…or at least that’s what the local hobo says anyways in Stalia. And some say he was just the local school's principle... But regardless of who he was, he was not happy and so, legend has it, he went to space and fought some space demons and came back with a magical amulet that automatically nailed this Pony Jesus to the cross while dark clouds passed by.

And when I mean by dark clouds, the legend literally just says it was dark clouds. No rain or lightning…just dark clouds randomly appeared out of nowhere. Not even a sentence about god farting out of his ass. And then…Pony Jesus died and everyone was very sad by this all except for that one pony that killed him. But instead of the other ponies taking their revenge and kill the one that killed Pony Jesus, they instead just banned him from their lands and forced him to live in Pony Mexico…the worst possible place right next to Canada…good thing that doesn’t exist here though.

And so the ponies wrapped up Pony Jesus' dead body in used toilet paper and was about to bury him, but then they realized they were too lazy to bury him so they just went ahead and put him in a cave instead until they felt like burying the dead body. And then three days came by and Pony Jesus rose from the dead, and Pony Jesus walked outside to thank the ponies for keeping him nice and warm and giving his body a place to stay while he was dead.

And legend has it that he went to heaven as well and was about to speak of the good word about god and such…but once everyone else saw that Pony Jesus was alive, they automatically thought he was a zombie so they killed him. And now, every Christmas, some pony in their mid forties that is on drugs and has a doucebag looking beard goes outside and dresses up as Pony Jesus to remind everyone of this great stallion that once lived…that and earn minimum wage. Hey, a pony has to put food on the table you know?

But what about Santa Pony? What does he have to do with all of this Christmas mess? And How did Christmas came to be in this universe? Well if you sit down and go easy on the OJ Simpson…I’ll tell you. Well it all started sometime after Pony Jesus' death. Somehow, somewhere, there was a pony living in the northern part of the world that got word of Pony Jesus' existence. And legend has it that this pony heard of all the good will that Pony Jesus did, and so as a pony that was living in the north part of the world, he decided that he needed to do the right thing.

What was that right you may ask? Well, it’s obvious…isn’t it? He went down to South America Pont Land and captured a bunch of Pony Midgets and forced them to build a little factory and forced them to make toys for boys and girls so he may give them to the kids out of his own heart. But then one day, there was a Wiivolution that broke out amongst the Pony Midgets and they tried to revolt against the evil Pony Santa, however Pony Santa had a trick up his sleeves for he had a banana.

And as soon as he threw the banana on the ground, many Zebras came to his aid and helped control the Pony Midgets. And so, Pony Santa has an army of Zebras, super zebras to be exact, to keep the Pony Midgets in check as the super zebras whip them all day, every day to work until they die. But don’t worry, the population of the Pony Midgets will not go extinct as the Super Zebras make sure to force breed the Pony Midgets as well, as well as breed with their females. And as all this happens, Pony Santa stays in his office, smokes a cigar and overlooks the whole entire process.

What does he get out of this? Nothing. Then why do It you may ask? Well he was some old fat guy stallion that happened to find the fountain of youth somewhere up in the mountains towards the north and he had nothing else better to do with his time other than to become a disciple of Pony Jesus. Yeah...that’s right…Pony Jesus is still involved. And apparently he can come in contact with wherever Pony Jesus' spirit is living at and talk to them. And together, they make Christmas possible.

At least that’s how the legend goes that is. Anything else is more or less is fake news don’t you know? But as to how everyone else got to know of this legend known as Pony Santa, no one really knows actually, so I don’t have an answer for that one. However, legend has it that Pony Santa was forcing the Super Zebras to perform unethical science experiments on the weak Pony Midgets, and legend has it that he found a way to become a quantum being. How you may ask? Don’t look at me, I don’t know anything about Quantum Mechanics? That’s just how the story goes.

But…apparently since he is a quantum living being, it basically gives him super powers. But that's just the legend. But the real question is though…does this story get passed around from generation to generation, from boy to girl all across Equestria and maybe even the entire world? Hell no…this all sounds way too ridiculous and most of the ponies that I’ve seen and heard from don’t even know this legend. Well…all except for Stalia..of course. Stalia seems to keep the tradition alive it seems to keep the original tale intact while every other pony in Equestria seems to have moved on and made a more family, friendly version. With Pony Jesus, the tale goes that he was a pony with magical powers that may or may not have a connection with god.

And Pony Santa, depending on who you ask, was a creative way to market products for the holidays or he was a fat stallion that had diabetes that was generous enough to go out and deliver presents to all the good boys and girls all around the world. And as far as I can tell, that’s the story that Twilight and her friends roll with as I’ve been told this. But here in Stalia, as I said, the old tale is the one that gets passed around.

And as far as I am aware, it’s the only place that still has the old tale alive and well. I suppose that’s how Stalia is, traditional in spirit, and it shows as it sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of Equestria. The only thing though is that no one here, even in Stalia, is for sure if these tales are true. Some say it’s a myth while others say it's true. You know what I believe? Nothing. I honestly give up, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it did exist. And if it did…it better stay far away from the fucking Christmas specials…because my contract says I have to do seven of these god damn forsaken specials, seven each for Halloween and seven for Christmas, and I can already tell where the next special might go.

I swear, if the writers and producers of this Christmas special plans on pulling this shit on me, there’s going to be hell to pay, lawyers are going to be shoved straight up their fucking asses, and I’m sending them a GOD DAMN in-voice. Anyways, that’s the whole back story for all that you need to know. So how about we get this special started...shall we? Now where do we begin? With me?

Nooooooooooo…that’s not in the script, thank god, instead…let’s start off with someone that you wouldn’t expect…Forrest. Yup, that beautiful, red bastard. Well, he’s not even a bastard. He’s just a big ol’ wussy. But at the end of the day…does it really matter? In fact…it doesn’t matter if you’re a dick or a pussy…what matters at the end of the day…you’re all assholes in one form or another. Well aside from that, let’s get started shall we…before the producers come on to the set and start fucking with the program.

So we start in Stalia, but not on the ground, but rather in the sky. I know, we’re setting the bar pretty high aren’t we? The production budget has increased by five bucks in recent months. It opens a whole new world of opportunity for the show. So anyways, we’re in the sky, but not just anywhere in the sky with some random, dirty, whore filled clouds. No…instead…we’re in Forrest's shitty excuse for a home.

Basically saying we're starting off with Forrest’s cloud home. Now as a fresh reminder as to what Forrest’s home is like, it’s lingering above Stalia. Although not over the entire town, of course. Rather it’s lingering over the opens fields of grass and the hills that roam the landscape that surrounds Stalia. And of course it’s high enough in the sky to be on level with Cloud City, Stalia’s equivalent to Cloudsdale. And with that being said, we start at Forrest’s home. His house you might call it. It's about roughly two stories high, made out entirely of clouds with a hint of non-cloud related material as well. There’s even a little stream of water pouring out on the side of Forrest’s home as well, just like Rainbow Dash’s home, but instead the color of rainbows, it’s the color of fire.

And I do believe at one point Forrest wanted to make it actual fire but he was too much of a pussy to be a stallion and use actual fire in fear that it’ll scare Rainbow Dash away. Because you know…the whole...stalking thing. But anyways, everything looks modern from the inside and outside. It’s rather nice to say the least, almost as if Forrest was raking in the money…but he wasn’t…because he had a second mortgage on his home and could barely pay rent. Hell, he even owed money to a couple of loan sharks…literally…sharks that hands out loans.

They are magical sharks that Forrest summoned from the sixth dimension and then loaned him some money, with his legs being collateral, and last time I heard, Forrest has about three months before the loan sharks comes back from the sixth dimension with lead iron pipes and ready to break his legs. Of course, you might be asking how do they get money from Forrest that way? They don’t! They instead just get the pure enjoyment of beating the everlasting shit out of some poor innocent creature that happens to be in debt and is in need of some assistance.

So Forrest is fucked…unless he declares bankruptcy…but even then he can’t because he even owes some hobos some money…even Dead Hobo Body…and I can’t believe he’s owing money to him. I hear Dead Hobo Body comes out at night, standing outside of Forrest’s home, waiting for him to come out with his metal bat to bash his skull in. But it’s Christmas time so Dead Hobo Body is off for the holidays, so Forrest is safe…for now. But anyways, Forrest is kind of broke as he lives on his paycheck that he gets from working at the factory…that is literally called the factory.

What do they make there? No one knows, but all that smoke coming from the smoke stacks must be something important. So anyways, Forrest is inside his home, on the first floor in his living room in a way. Everything is pretty much is made out of clouds, although there is some slight color differences surprisingly, but for the most part, it’s just clouds. But it’s that good kind of clouds where you can use it for a very specific purpose to fuck it. It’s a two for one kind of deal, the best kind of deal. There’s also a fireplace that has some wood that has not been lit from what the looks of it: Never.

However, if I had to guess, Forrest is just waiting to fuel the flames of his fireplace whenever a poor child can’t pass some sort of test, but hey, that’s just me getting drunk right now because…the fucking…Christmas special son of a bitch. Anyways, and right behind Forrest is the stairs to go up to the second floor, which mostly comprises of his bedroom and an attic that not even Forrest knows what goes up in there. But yet, he doesn’t have a basement, what pity I say, and what shame too.

What would Forrest do if there ever happened to be a cloud tornado ripping through Cloud City? Probably fucked. But aside from that, I should also mention that the staircase is one of those fancy spiral stair cases where it kind of goes at a circular angle as you go upwards. Not in a tight circle, like a lighthouse, but like if it was a mansion of some kind that is generous on the space that was there to spare. And with that in mind, the kitchen and dining area was somewhere off that cannot be seen by a simple guest and blah blah blah, let’s move on with this shit. So Forrest is sitting on his couch, a couch that looks like it was made for three to sit on. He is sitting comfortable on the couch, which all of his body is on the couch cushions and such. Forrest is sitting on the couch like how sometimes other ponies sit…like a weird puppy dog, even though it doesn’t feel like that shouldn’t be possible but yet is somehow.

So anyway, Forrest is sitting on his couch with a big, warm smile on his face, almost as if there was nothing to bother him in his own mind and the like. If anything, it looked like Forrest was fine and contempt with himself and with the life that he has made despite all the shit that life has thrown his way. He seems not to be bothered by the fact that we’ve already started another Christmas special, but rather, he seems to be in his happy place, calm and comfortable. And that’s the thing with Forrest, no matter what life throws his way, he always seems to be happy with it no matter what in the end, even if life is holding a knife to his dick and threatening to chop it off to appear a scootaloo, he still manages to be happy one way or another in the end.

And since it was Christmas time, it almost seems like nothing can shoot Forrest’s happiness down. But Forrest wasn’t just alone by himself, even though most of the time he was. Oh no, instead, he had a very special guest over, the Hitler Nugget. Yup, that guy’s back, and who would have thought too, and so soon as well. Although the weird thing was though we couldn't find the Hitler Nugget anyway when it came to filming on set, so we just got a stand in for him.

Well, the Hitler Nugget wasn’t there to cause any trouble or harm towards Forrest. No, instead he was there as his friend, because...you know…the last special…the Halloween special. Anyways, the Hitler Nugget was sitting in a chair made for one. The Hitler Nugget was sort of small for it so it looked huge compared to him as well in the Hitler Nugget’s eyes. But even if you were to look into the Hitler Nugget’s eyes at that very moment, you wouldn’t have any kind of hatred towards the juice or plans of world domination. No, instead, you could see that the Hitler Nugget too was happy and contempt with himself and was enjoying his time that he was having with Forrest.

The Hitler Nugget even had a nice, little, warm smile across his face along with his little Hitler Mustache. He was also holding a mug, a mug that looked like he had brought it himself because I’m sure in the Hitler Nugget’s case, he would be considered disabled because….well you know, he’s a living, breathing chicken nugget that looks like it came from McDonalds so he does not have any human organs but yet can still do human things.

In this special’s case, we call that personification, and all I have to say is they are not paying me enough to do this shit. Anyways, the Hitler Nugget was holding a mug, filed hot and tasty coco that Forrest had made for him. But of course, you must be wondering why The Hitler Nugget is at Forrest’s place or why he is even part of the story at all. Well to tell you the truth, it’s because the stand n that we got for the Hitler Nugget tried to back out of this special, but his contract states if he doesn’t work, then the studio can torture him until he dies a slow and painful death as well as kill his wife and children. But I’m not legally obligated to give the details of that said contract, or else the studio heads are going to send a hitman after me and replace me with a guy named Larry that they found working at a Starbucks.

I would let him have it, but according to my contract, if I do, then he also is allowed to saw of my face with a specific, rusty saw from the 1800’s and wear it to pretend that it’s me and to try and fool the audience that nothing has changed or worrisome from behind the scenes. In which case there is, but let’s not get into that, let’s continue on because right now, someone from the studio is putting a gun to my head because they now realized that I was stalling this entire time in hope that help will come.

Help me. So the show must go on. So the Hitler Nugget was at Forrest's house and as the Hitler Nugget was sipping on some hot coca, Forrest was just having a smile on his face and said to The Hitler Nugget, “And so that’s why you want to gas the Juice Hitler Nugget?”

The Hitler Nugget said with a still warm smile on his face, as if the conversation was normal to have, “Why yes, yes it is why. They must not get away with what they have done to me and the others. The Juice must pay for their crimes. And so ever since that day when I turned 5 years old, I made it my duty to bring Justice to Jones and his family. I mean the nerve of these juices, thinking they could go up to them and do that to them? WELL I AM NOT HAVING IT GOD DAMN IT! I WILL HUNT ALL THE JUICES UNTI THEY ARE ERADICATED FROM THIS WORLD, EVEN IF IT IS THE LAST THING THAT I DO! DIE JONES WERDEN RÜCKGESETZT!!!”

As the Hitler Nugget was yelling and screaming to the top of his lungs, the Hitler Nugget all of a sudden had his face turn from happy and warm to angry and sour. And as he yelled to the heavens from his vocal cords, the Hitler Nugget raised both of his arms up high in the air and made fists with them and shook them like he was angry at god or something like that.

But once after he was done yelling, he looked back towards Forrest with a calm look once again and said to Forrest, “Sorry about that.”

Forest then said with a welcoming look on his face that looked like it was understandable and contempt and said to the Hitler Nugget, “ It’s fine Hitler Nugget. We’re friends after all, and friends talk to each other and their problems when they need to let it out. And if possible, friends help out friends get through their problems.”

The Hitler Nugget then said, “Yeah, you’re right! Thanks for teaching me Forrest about the magic of friendship.”

Forrest then said as he closed his eyes and had an even bigger smile on his face, “No problem at all there Hitler.”

And as Forrest was done speaking, Forrest's eyes opened once more.

And so the Hitler Nugget then asked Forrest, “But what should I do about the juices then Forrest? Should I still go out and gas them like how Jones would have wanted or should I let their reign of terror continue to go on as everyone else suffers their wrath with no mercy and no end in sight?”

Forrest then paused for a moment and no longer had a smile as it felt like to him that the conversation that he was having with Hitler Nugget was starting to turn into an awkward one.

So Forrest stared at the Hitler Nugget and raised one eye brow up and said, “Ummmm…I don’t think so Hitler. Maybe, we should try and not try and gas the juices.”

The Hitler Nugget was starting to get agitated a little bit and he said, “But I have to do something Forrest! They must all die and burn in hell for what they have done!”

Forrest then said as he moved one of his hooves forward…in a sign of…something…and said to the Hitler Nugget, “Yes, and I understand that part Hitler. But maybe we should try and…control these feelings instead?”

The Hitler Nugget started to become even more annoyed by Forrest’s words and he then said with a tone in his voice, “Control my feelings!? I tell you what is out of control! THE FUCKING JUICE ARE OUT OF CONTROL! THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL US ALL AND RULE THE WORLD WITH THEIR FANCY FALVORS OF PURE DELIGHT! BUT THEY DISGUISE IT AS IF THEY IT IS PURE DELIGHT, BUT REALLY THEY ARE EVIL DELIGHT! EVIL I TELL YOU! THAT IS WHY THEY MUST BE STOPPED AT ALL COST! SEND ALL THE JUICES TO THE CONCENTRATION CAMPS AT ONCE I SAY!!! THE THIRD RIECH SHALL NOT BE IN VEIN I TELL YOU! THE FIFTH REICH SHALL REIGN SUMPREMEEEEEEEEEE!”

Forrest then said, as he moved both hooves up in and down, in a way of saying for the Hitler Nugget to calm down and he said, “Calm down Hitler. It’ll be alright. Look, clearly you need to channel your anger somehow. And since I don’t think you can let go of your anger against the juices just yet, how about we try something small first. How about every time you want to yell and scream the N word at juices in public, you should….write a letter…”

The Hitler Nugget calmed down and instead looked confused as to what he heard Forrest say to him. The Hitler Nugget asked Forrest, “Write a letter?”

Forrest then said, “Yes, write a letter. That way, every time you feel angry about something that you feel like is the juices fault, you can write a letter to them, expressing how you feel about them and why you feel that way.”

The Hitler Nugget was silent for a moment and after a moment had passed, The Hitler Nugget then asked Forrest, “And after I write the letter…should I give it to the juices?”

Forest then started to have an awkward look on his face, as if saying he wasn’t sure how to explain it to the Hitler Nugget.

So Forrest then said to the Hitler Nugget, “No! Not…yet at least. Wait a while before you send it to them.”

The Hitler Nugget was still calm, but even more confused than before as he asked Forrest, “Why? How will I be able to tell them to their faces that they are stinky, dirty, no good for nothing juices that deserve to be slaughtered by the millions in an unforgiving genocide?”

Forrest, as he continued to have an awkward look on his face, then said, “Well…uhh…it’s because uhh…Your writing! Yea, you need to make sure your writing is good enough for them to uh read it and everything! Good penmanship is important after all and you need to make sure your grammar is in tip top shape. You also need to choose the right words as well to make sure it’s the best delivery you can give to them.”

And Forrest had said that to the Hitler Nugget, he had a big, awkward smile on his face that looked like he was guilty of something, but really he wasn't. But he also had big eyes too as he had that smile on his face as well and his eyes also looked like he was guilty of something, and who knows, maybe he was. Maybe he is guilty of not liking the Dark Knight. But anyways, Forrest had also said that to the Hitler Nugget in a fast kind of tone.

That kind of tone that says, ‘Hey, I want to get this done like 'Sonic.' This is awkward, and afterwards, please put a bullet in my head because this endless loop of songs from the early 2000’s are driving me to drink and I want death, please give me death noooooooooow.’

Yeah that kind of tone. Of course there was a moment of silence for a while.

The Hitler Nugget had to think about what Forrest had said to him, but then he came to the conclusion and said to Forrest, “Hmm….you might be right there Forrest. And then after I improve on my skills of grammar, THEN I CAN GAS ALL OF THEIR BIG NOSE FACES AND TAKE BACK THE SHEKCLES THAT THEY STOLE FROM JONES! AND THEN JUSTICE WILL HAVE BEEN SERVED! AND ALL SHALL BOW DOWN TO MEEEEEEEE! DER SÜDEN WIRD WIEDER AUFERSTEHEN!!!"

The Hitler Nugget this time around didn’t just say sorry like he did the last time, and instead he just got up from his seat and stood on the ground, holding his little arms high in the air with the evil look in his eyes as well as a grin to go along with it. All that was missing was a sound of thunder in the distance and then it would have been complete. But I’m sure the thunder was a bit late. Anyways, after The Hitler Nugget had said that to Forrest, Forrest was a bit put off by it and wasn’t sure how to take it.

So instead, Forrest continued to smile awkwardly as he was before and said to the Hitler Nugget, “Yeah…sure…let’s go with that. Wait a minute…big noses…sheckles…oh never mind, I’m sure you’ll figure it out later there Hitler ol’ buddy.”

The Hitler Nugget then lowered his arms down and went back to his normal face a usual and had a big smile on his face as he was happy deep down with the advice that Forrest had given him.

And as the Hitler Nugget got back into his seat and back into the position that he was in right before he had yelled out at the top of his lungs, the Hitler Nugget said, “That is such a good idea Forrest. I would have never thought to write a letter to the juices. Thank you very much…friend.”

As the Hitler Nugget said the word ‘friend’ towards Forrest, the Hitler Nugget had his eyes half closed, had a warm smile on his face, and was pointing towards Forrest.

And in response, Forest pointed back towards the Hitler Nugget and said, “Right back at you Hitler. Anything that I can do for a friend.”

The Hitler Nugget, as happy as he could be, then asked Forrest, “Say Forrest, since you helped me out with one of my problems, how about I help you out with something? Like you said, friends help each other out.”

Forrest then had his smile go away and he then thought about it for few seconds, but then his face just turned into an embarrassing look as he didn’t want to impose or whatever…shit Forrest believes in.

So Forrest said to the Hitler Nugget, “No…I don’t need any help with anything Hitler.”

The Hitler Nugget then said to Forrest, “No really, tell me, there must be something you need help with. I could maybe help clean your house. Maybe move some furniture that you might need moving. Maybe I could run some errands for you. Help exterminate the dirty Zebra race.”

Forrest was then taken a back a bit and then was unsure as to what he just heard with his ears, so he asked the Hitler Nugget, “What was that last part you just said Hitler?”

The Hitler Nugget, with a smile on his face, said, “Nothing. But really, there must be something.”

Forrest then said, “Thanks for asking Hitler…but…I really don’t need help with anything at the moment. I am perfectly fine on my own.”

The Hitler Nugget then said with enthusiasm in his voice, “Wow, not only are you a good friend that helps others out, but you’re a friend that tries to be modest. Now I must help you out to return the favor someday. How come you are the only one that is willing to accept me and be my friend…UNLIKE THOSE DIRTY, NO GOOD FOR NOTHING STALIN AND HIS RED ARMY!?”

Forrest then said, “Well, I guess it’s because of how I was born and everything. I’ve always been this way and I guess I just had it in my heart to be this nice no matter what towards others. I suppose I might be deserving of something of good fortune in life, but I am fine with whatever life throws my way. I just hope I get to do the one thing that I really want to do this Christmas.”

The Hitler Nugget then got curious, but that happy kind of curious as he still had a small smile on his face and the Hitler Nugget then asked Forrest, “Oh yeah…well what is that you would like to do this Christmas Forrest? Is it to wish for world peace…by getting rid of all the juices?”

Forrest then said with a smile, “No no no Hitler…it’s nothing like that. Instead…all I want for this Christmas is to spend Christmas eve with my friends.”

The Hitler Nugget’s smile then went away and instead a confused, dumbfounding look was placed on his face.

The Hitler Nugget then said to Forrest, “Really? That’s it? That’s all you want for Christmas? Why not ask for something…else like a gas chamber to get rid of all of the fruits that are not oranges?”

Forrest’s smile suddenly disappeared as he was then reminded of his sad childhood.

He then looked out towards one of the nearby widows and then said to the Hitler Nugget, “Well…to tell you the truth Hitler, it’s the only thing that I’ve been dreaming of having for Christmas. Every year I’m alone and all by myself, with no family or friends to spend it with. I don’t even have a pet to spend it this Christmas with, so it’s always just been me up high in the sky, in my home, spending it with nopony else. I don’t have any friends to come over or family to spend it with. Not even anypony from my work wants to come over. I’m all…alone…but…ever since Knight came here and this being his first Christmas and all…I believe this year will be different. I believe that this will be my chance to spend time with my friends and give them a gift that they have always wanted, because there is nothing like a gift to me than seeing the look on everypony’s face when they receive a gift that they’ve always been wanting. That's all I want.”

The Hitler Nugget didn’t get mad, but wasn't happy either.

In fact, he was starting to feel a little sad on the inside, so he then asked Forrest, “Wow…so…you’ve always been alone on Christmas? Even when you were a child?”

Forrest then said, with a tiny smile on his face, but still an overall frown sitting upon the lower part of his face, “Yeah…even when I was a child it’s been like that. In fact that’s kind of why I ask for this one thing that I want to do on Christmas this year. It’s because of my father and that one year on Christmas when mom died.”

The Hitler Nugget was then interested in what Forrest had to say so he scooted a little bit forward on his seat and he then asked Forrest, “Ohhh….my mother died too! Looks like we have something in common…that means we can relate to each other now and that means we have a chemistry together as characters. Please Forrest…go on…”

Forrest then looked back towards the window with a sad, depressing look on his face and as he was looking outside, the soft, white snow was starting to fall outside and cover his window.

And so Forrest then said, “ Well…it was the year that mom died…”

And so we begin another flashback…so uh…..du do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do…

SOMETIME IN THE FAR PAST WHEN IT WAS DURING CHRISTMAS TIME

And so it's in the past, where everything is before. We are once again back in the crummy ol' place that was also Forrest's childhood home, the cloud trailer park. But let's get into the nitty gritty details however. The Cloud Trailer park was somewhere off key, somewhere not near Cloud City or Cloudsdale or anything like that, but it wasn't too far from Stalia however.

And as one would expect, it was dirty, muddy and littered with everything one can imagine a trailer park would be filled with. There was trash everywhere, with the trailers not even being made by clouds, but part clouds and part whatever they could find in the garbage. And the clouds that made up the ground weren't even white like most clouds, but instead a dark, dirty cloud. It wasn't quite black like a thunder cloud and looked more like the color of dirt, but it was somewhere in between those two colors. Not only that, but the entrance to the trailer park also had a somewhat broken, rundown sign that had all of those fancy, flashy lights attached to it to let others know that this was The Cloud Trailer Park and any other generic trailer park that's sitting in the clouds.

And of course the place was about as big as it could be to fit maybe roughly two hundred to three hundred ponies or so...maybe more...maybe less, who knows. What matters was that it was snowing, yes even when this was high up in the sky and as the snow was falling, the flashback focuses on a particular trailer.

A trailer that was sort of a weird, spring green kind of color on the outside, all as the snow fell upon it and slightly covered the window. And the flash back takes us inside where Forrest is having a jolly good ol' time decorating the tree. And apparently, this flashback that Forrest made magically includes a date of the 21st, pretty much saying it was only days away for a little Forrest to be getting a visit from Santa Pony. And little Forrest has a big of a smile as it he could have, even though in front of him the tree isn't anything special. In fact, the tree is only a three foot tree, maybe smaller, and it looks like it's a dead tree. It still has some pine needles attached to it, but only barely and it looked like those pine needles wants to just jump off and get it over with...just like the people from 9/11. The greatest Christmas Story of all.

Anyways, even though the tree is pretty much dead, and it looked like it was barely hanging on as he was decorating it, little Forrest seemed to have been happy just to be doing that. The dead tree didn't bother Little Forrest, not one bit. If anything in his eyes, the tree seemed to be perfect. Little Forrest didn't need to have a big tree to make him happy, because all that mattered was that it was a tree and that it looked nice. And little Forrest was decorating that tree alright, the best he could that was.

He only had maybe five or seven ornaments before he resorted to making his own ornaments out of papers or whatever he found from outside. But to him, as long as it looked like it was Christmas, that's all that mattered. And soon, after what seemed like a quite bit effort that he had put in, the tree was about to be finish as the flashback starts off with. And little Forrest had a yellow star that he had made out of construction paper.

Sure, it looked like a piece of shit, but in the end, it would look like something. So little Forrest, the pegasus that he was, used his wings and got off the ground. And soon little Forrest hovered a couple of feet from the ground and placed the yellow, paper crafted star on top of the tree. And once little Forrest laid that star on top, it limped to the side a little bit, but it was stable enough to call it a Christmas star. And so, once little Forrest was satisfied with his work, he gently landed on the floor, not making a single noise and sat down on his ass and looked on in awe to see his work.

If one were to have looked into his eyes that day, one would see a tiny bit of glimmer coming from his eyes, as his heart was ignited just by looking at the pure joy of a Christmas tree. It didn't matter if it had tinsel or was covered in silver and gold. What mattered is what it symbolized something. And to little Forrest, it was a symbol of that of harmony and peace as well as togetherness and family. It represented the good times to be had and to put aside differences, even if it was just for a moment before bringing those differences back. For a moment, little, Forrest was in a state of pure bliss as it was the time of year to be together around with family and friends and to celebrate a time of happiness and good will towards others.

And then in that moment of pure bliss, it was all disrupted as his deadbeat father spoke up. And once he spoke, little Forrest turned his little head around towards his back with a worried look as he was unsure as to what was going to happen next as it did kind of startled him a bit. And right behind little Forrest was the good ol' recliner that his dad was sitting in, as well as the big mother fucker himself sitting in it as well as a can of cloud beer. Although this cloud beer was a little bit special as it had a sexy picture of a female mare dressed up as Santa Pony.

Anyways, Forrest's dad said to little Forrest and interrupted him, "I have such a disappointing and gay son."

Once Forrest had heard those words, he looked back, with the worried look of course, and asked his dad, "Why do you say that dad?"

As Forrest had asked that, little Forrest turned his body around and to look at his father as he was talking to him.

Forrest's dad then said to him, "I knew I should have raised you better. But your bitch of a mom wouldn't let me have you. She kept yelling at me that I would abuse you and teach you the wrong things in life. WELL THAT BITCH HAD IT COMING TO HER THE DAY SHE DIED GOD DAMN IT!"

Little Forrest then said to his dad, "But...you killed her...rem.."

Little Forrest was cut off and Forrest's dad then said, "I know...I FUCKING RMEMEBER THAT FUCKING DAY YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! She was taking you away from me, and that bitch wasn't going to get away with taking what came from my fucking ball sack. Back in my day, we called that stealing...or theft...which either you prefer. And so I had to do it...TO PROTECT THE FRUIT OF MY FUCKING LOIN! And I was sure that once I had taken you away from her, you would have learned to be a REAL STALLION! But I was wrong. You're just a no good, pussy ass fart eating mother fucker. Just like your mother. That's not to say I don't miss your mother Billy."

Little Forrest then said, "It's Forrest...dad."

Then Forrest's dad said, "Whatever, it's the same thing. My point Billy...is that I miss your mother too. I didn't marry and rape her for nothing you know? She was as a beautiful mare the day that I met her. And even my dad agreed with me, that's why he made sure we had a shotgun wedding instead of a real one. Well, it was a cross bow, but that's what we called it back in the good ol' days anyways. And it was perfect. Sure, her dad tried to prevent it from happening, but good ol' pops knew what to do and...used a bow and arrow and killed your mom's dad in the head. just like any other shotgun wedding. And so, when I made my vow that day, I promised to treat her like any other mare.

'Of course she didn't learn how to make a sandwich right or...give me a proper blowjob like a wife should. Hell, she used her teeth. Had to slap her a few times and threatened to knock out all of her teeth if she didn't learn how to do it proper. The point is...I don't hate her...well...aside from her trying to take you away and all, but I do hate you Forrest. You are my least favorite child and I hope you burn. You would have been my favorite if you would just follow my hoofsteps and learn on how to become a REAL STALLION...but you didn't. You are a worthless, pathetic, piece of shit. You are the most waste of pony life that I have ever seen."

Little Forrest was starting to tear up a bit as his heart was starting to break.

Little Forrest then asked his dad, "Are...Are you saying you don't love me dad?"

Little Forrest tried to say those words as he was trying to hold back tears that were welling up in his eyes.

Forrest's dad then said to him, "Yeah you damn right I don't you fucking twerp."

Little Forrest was starting to cry even more and more as tears started to run down his cheek and he asked his dad, "D-D-D-oes this mean...I have to leave...now?"

Forrest's dad then said, "HELL NO! You think I'm fucking retarded!? No, you don't. At least not yet. Honestly, if it was up to me, you would be on the streets, maybe a pedophile staring at you...wanting that sweet ass of yours. But I am legally obligated to keep you and give you food every now and then because if I don't, the pegasi police and the cloud police will be all over my ass and I'll probably be going back to jail. And probably not with the ones that has my jail buddies in it. And besides, the Cloud Police already have warrants for my arrest for killing those three innocent clouds and forcing them to give me a cloud blowjob...the only problem is that I'm not in their territory. But once I step in there, then that'll have my ass. But for now though...Billy...you have to stick around. But if you're going to be living here, I'm not going to be putting up with some gay ass tree that you have Forrest. SO I'M BURNING IT DOWN!"

And then, what seemed like out of nowhere...although by this point, I'm pretty sure it was out of nowhere, Forrest's dad took out a Molotov that was already pre-lit, and who knows, maybe he just had a case just stacked near him just for such an occasion, like what he was doing now. Well Forrest's Dad took the bottle, and chucked it at the Christmas tree that little Forrest had worked so hard on, trying to bring life to it.

Once the flames hit the tree, the Christmas tree went up in flames and smoke. What was left of the tree was clearly going to be merely ashes in a few minutes as Forrest sat there a gaped as his mouth was hanging down low, his eyes big as the sky, and his heart broken. Little Forrest had no words to say as all words escape his mouth, so he couldn't say anything but sit there and watch in front of his own eyes his work go up in flames. And as the Christmas tree burned in front of him, Little Forrest started to cry.

Tears started to go down his cheek fast as if it was suddenly raining and the water drops was going down his face.

Little Forrest, after taking a moment and soaking everything in, turned around to his dad and asked the question, "Why dad? How could you do this? It's Christmas!?"

Forrest's Dad then said, "I don't care about your faggoty ass Christmas you little bitch! What I care about during the winter time is beating my meat to keep me warm. So unless you're going to turn into some hot mare (and turn 18), GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!"

Little Forrest was lost for words and was unsure how to respond, but then a little bit of hope sparked within him as he thought he could probably salvage this Christmas.

So Little Forrest said to himself quietly, "Well...I guess I could go to my friends houses and celebrate Christmas there..."

Then of course, Forrest's Dad spoke up right away and said towards Forrest, "Friends!? HA HA HA HA YHA! YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE YOU FUCKING LITTLE PRICK! Instead, you're going to stay here. And you can only go outside when I tell you to go outside. You will take a shit when I say you can take a shit. You got that you son of a bitch Billy!"

Little Forrest then continued to beg and ask, "But...but dad...my friends..."

And as Forrest was begging those words and was completely hopeless, the tears continued to pour from little Forrest's eyes.

And so, in response, Forrest's Dad then said, "Forrest...what did I tell you before? You. Don't. Have. Any Friends. You never have. And you never will. Friends...back in my day we didn't have friends. Instead what we had were gangs, and gangs was what made the world right. It toughened up the stallions and it got all the chicks to come towards us because if anything a mare likes, a mare likes gangs. Because that way you can have an orgy and it will not be awkward at all. So tell me...what does so called "Friendships" offer like gangs offer? Nothing! I tell you...this world is going to go to fucking shit with all this "Harmony" and "Friendship" shit."

But little Forrest protested as he said as loud as his tiny voice could say while still crying many, many tears, "But I do have friends! I do! I do!"

Forrest's dad then said, "Ohhhh...alright then...I'll play along with your game here Forrest. Your so called friends are not even your friends. You are the third wheel Forrest. A third fucking wheel, and how do you think that makes me feel, to have a son...THAT'S A THIRD FUCKING WHEEL!? WELL I'LL TELL YOU HOW IT MAKES ME FEEL! IT FUCKING PISSES ME OFF AND IF I HAD A WOODSHED, I WOULD THROW YOUR ASS INTO THE WOODCHIPPER BOY! NO SON OF MINE IS GOING TO BE A THIRD FUCKING WHEEL! So that's why you're my least favorite and I disown you. Besides...your friends don't even like you. They come by every now and then just to grab a smoke with me, because they actually have balls while you go there and...do whatever pansy shit that you do when I'm not looking. They pity you Forrest...they fucking pity you. And that just makes you a loser. And you will always be a loser. A dimwit. A fucking retard. A faggot. Every name in the book, that is what you are Billy...I knew I should have aborted you when I had the chance."

Little Forrest, as broken as he was, and as a mess he was, then asked his dad a simple question, "What?"

As little Forrest continued to cry and cry, Forrest's Dad then said, "You heard me. I had a chance to abort your unborn fetus asshole...but your mom said it was, "immoral" and that "it was still alive and is a pony" Fucking bullshit...that's what it is. So...with that being said...you're not leaving Forrest...NOW GO SIT IN THE CORNER WHILE I JACK OFF!"

Little Forrest tried to resist by saying, "but..."

But then Forrest's Dad then said, "NOW!"

And so, as the Christmas tree continued to burn, and surprisingly not burn down the trailer itself, little Forrest hung his head down low as the tears continued to drip onto the dirty carpet. Little Forrest walked slowly towards the nearby corner and was a wreck. He was saddened by what his father had said to him, and that he wasn't going to able to celebrate Christmas at all of any kind. He just wanted a nice and peaceful Christmas for once, but instead, what he got was disappointment.

And so, Little Forrest walked to the corner laid down, and curled up into a little ball, and it was sort of a small ball too since he was only a small kid after all. And as little Forrest laid there, his back was to his dad, who was looking at Playcolt and was beating his meat off to a sexy mare wearing a bunny costume, while little Forrest continued to cry and cry.

And right before the flashback ended, little Forrest then started to sort of sing a little bit. There was no tune or anything like that, only the sound of his voice.

Deck..the halls with bales of holly...

Fa la la la la...la la la la...

Tis the season to be jolly...

Fa la la la la...la la ...la la....

And So, little Forrest closed his eyes and tried to sleep it all off. He was sad, depressed. He just wanted to sleep forever and not wake up. All he wanted was a nice Christmas with friends to celebrate with. But that was merely just a dream for him. In a way, he just wanted to die. So he could be in heaven and maybe then he would get his Christmas wish.

And maybe even spend it with someone with as well. And that's the end of that flashback...du do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do...

BACK IN THE PRESENT

And so, we're back in Forrest's house. You know...when Forrest is all grown up and stuff. He is his own stallion or some shit like that.

Well anyways, the flashback had ended and Forrest was hanging his head low with his eyes shut and said, as if he was explaining it all even though they all saw it, "...and that's why I want to spend Christmas with my friends..."

The Hitler Nugget was left in awe as his mouth was opened and he then said, "Wow...so your dad was really that much of an asshole?"

Forrest then said to the Hitler Nugget, "Well...kind of. I like to think he said those things to me because he's only looking out for my best interests. So I still love him...he just doesn't return any of my calls...or my letters that I sent him. I even try to show up every once and a while to check no him, but he just ends up being blacked out drunk and tries to beat me to a bloody pulp instead. So it's all fine."

The Hitler Nugget then said to Forrest, "Yeah but...he sounds like a real asshole. It sounds like...you're in denial there Forrest."

Forrest then exclaimed, "Oh no, you've got it all wrong! I'm not in denial. My dad is just showing how much he loves me that way. That's what he said to me after he beats me to a bloody pulp. My dad would never lie to me or try to hurt me in any way possible. If that's what he says what love is like from a father to a son, then what is what love is."

The Hitler Nugget then said to himself quietly, "Wow...and I thought I had the worst father."

The Hitler Nugget then said to Forrest, "Well...uhhh...if you say so Forrest."

The Hitler Nugget then gave a slight, awkward smile towards Forrest, trying to move past the abusive father relationship going on, but Forrest never seemed to have taken note about the Hitler Nugget's weird smile.

So Forrest continued to say while his first few words he had closed his eyes with a big smile, "I know so. And besides, I can forgive what my dad did to me back then. Sure it was sad, but now I have friends to spend time with during the Christmas season! And I have a plan on how to spend time with them too!"

The Hitler Nugget then took the awkward smile away and replaced it with an honest smile and got curious and asked Forrest, "Oh really? Well then Forrest, please do tell me."

Forrest then said, "Well later today, me and my friends are going to meet at the bar and hang out. And I was thinking when I go there, I'll talk to them and maybe try to see what kind of gifts they want. And I'll even invite them for a little Christmas get together too at my place!"

But then Forrest thought about something real quick and he then said, "Assuming they can find a way to get up here that is..."

Forrest then had a weird smile on his face with red cheeks, indicating he was a bit embarrassed about messing up on that little detail.

The Hitler Nugget then said, with a normal smile, "Well that sounds great! Well...good luck Forrest. I have get going back to my camp to train some new Nazi Nuggets into the Nazi Nugget Army!"

And so, the Hitler Nugget jumped down from his seat and on to the ground. He then proceeded to walk with glee and joy in his little Nazi Nugget heart while going over by a coat rack that was by the entrance where the Hitler Nugget had put his beige coat and bowler hat at when he had entered Forrest's home earlier.

The Hitler Nugget put on his coat and topped it off with his head and while the Hitler Nugget was doing so, Forrest had gotten up to get the door for him.

Forrest had gotten out of his chair, walked towards the door calmly, and opened it for him while Forrest was saying to the Hitler Nugget, "Well that's ok there little buddy. I have to get going too. It's almost time to go and meet my friends. Don't want to be late after all! But you're invited to come to the Christmas party if you want tomorrow."

The Hitler Nugget, as he was about to go out the door, with a big smile and glee all over his face, "No thanks. This was my cameo for the Christmas special! Well...see you in the next special Forrest! Hopefully it'll be for Halloween again!"

And then...the Hitler Nugget was out the door and was on his way off the set...I mean clouds and back to the Nazi Camp....a midget is playing Hitler Nugget and they are keeping him in a cage and only feeding him dog food and...ok ok..I won't say any more about it. The producers were ready to pull the trigger on that one...they better not blame me when he hangs himself somewhere in the background.

Anyways, after the cameo appearance from the Hitler Nugget, Forrest got his scarf from the coat rack and put it around his neck. It was a simple scarf, one that had the colors of orange and yellow, as well as a really dark shade of red to stand out against his red fur coat. They were in a pattern of red, orange, yellow, to represent the fire color of his mane and cutie mark. The design was that each color had a reasonably rectangle-ish shape throughout the entire scarf, with every red rectangle having a little snowflake design, to represent the Christmas part I suppose.

And once the scarf was wrapped around Forrest's neck, Forrest headed out the door and into the sky while also making sure to lock his door of course. And once he was outside, the sun was sort of out, but then Forrest flew downwards to the ground and passed the weather clouds.

And once he got passed the weather clouds, the sun was half gone as half of the light from Celestia's sun was blocked by the weather clouds that was making it snow. And on Forrest's way down, he could see pretty much the entirety of the land before him. pretty much the entire town for the most part. It was big and spacious, but Forrest simply headed towards the shopping part of the town as he had wanted to stop there first real quick before meeting us at the bar.

And beneath him that was the ground, there was snow everywhere...well for the most part. Where the ponies were walking, obviously wasn't covered in snow and was cleared as many ponies in the town had work to do. But pretty much everywhere else where there was little to no activity, like on the grass, it was covered in snow.

And as Forrest got closer to the round, Forrest could see kids having fun and playing in the snow like sledding and making snow ponies as well as ice skating and throwing snowballs at each other. As for the grownups, they were bustling on by, minding their own business. Some had smiles on their faces while others had frowns of despair. Some had to get to places like work or the post office to mail off packages for the Christmas season while others were simply shopping for gifts for their loved ones as well talking to one another. Yes, it was that time of season where this shit would happen.

But that part of the shopping district that Forrest was focusing on was not that of the shops themselves or the people around them, but simple to specific ponies. Ponies that dressed up both like Santa Pony and Pony Jesus. And as soon as Forrest had his target, Forrest landed on the ground swiftly and easily without a struggle and had a big, glowing smile on his face as he was happy to see Santa Pony. The pony wearing the Santa Pony costume was in the middle of the street and was wearing the typical Santa suit with the fake beard and all.

And as the busy ponies were passing by Santa Pony, the guy that was pretending to be Santa Pony was shouting, "Ho Ho Ho! Merrrrrrrrrrrry Christmas to one and all! Don't forget to give to the needy and the poor! And also don't forget that the time of year it is to be good to your loved ones! Ho Ho Hoooooooooooo!"

Forrest was sort of watching him from afar and was happy to see him standing out there, in the cold, and yelling stuff about being a good person...pony...whatever. And so, Forrest went ahead and walked right up to Santa Pony who was busy yelling out various things about the holiday season.

And once Forrest got up to him, Santa Pony looked at him and he then stopped yelling and said, "Oh...it's you...the red guy. What do you want?"

Forrest didn't take offence to the Santa Pony's rough nature towards him and continued to smile and said to him, "I just want to say that I admire you Santa Pony for coming out all the way out here! I mean, I know you must be busy and all and making gifts for the children way up north...but you really shouldn't be bothering to tell everypony here about the Christmas season. You should be getting ready for the big night...huh Santa?"

The Santa Pony said, "Yeah...sure...whatever..."

Forrest then continued to go no, "But I do love you and all Santa. Thanks for taking the time to come here and be with us. Although I must ask...do you do this at every other town or village or something? I mean...why us specifically? We're just some random, not-so-great town and all. You really didn't have to do this you know?"

The Santa Pony said under his breath, "Fucking Jesus...the city doesn't pay me enough to deal with this shit."

Then the Santa Pony said to Forrest, "Look, you keep asking me this every year. Don't you realize I'm just some guy in a suit and not real?"

Forrest then said with a smile while his eyes were closed, "Why that's nonsense! Of course you're real! You're standing right in front of me and we're talking. Besides, how else did I get that pile of empty cans of cloud beer that one Christmas when I was five?"

The Santa Pony then gave a slight sigh and said to Forrest while pointing to his left, "Look, why don't you go on over to the guy that's playing Pony Jesus and bother him and leave me the fuck alone?"

He had said that with a cynical tone as well. Forrest happily obliged to Santa Pony's terms and he said as he walking over to where Pony Jesus was, who was by the electronics store, selling somewhat outdated electronics by human standards, and said, "Sure sir! Whatever you say sir! Good luck on Christmas eve night!"

And so, Forrest walked to the left of Santa Pony, and as Forrest walked over to the guy that was pretending to be Pony Jesus, Santa Pony than gave another sigh and said to himself, "God I wish I could blow my brains out right now."

And so, Forrest walked towards Pony Jesus, who was being a bit preachy and was on top of a brown crate and talking to everyone that was gathered around him. And yes, there was a small group of ponies, gathered around Pony Jesus to hear what he had to say. As for the costume, it was a simple white rope with a red satchel across his chest along with a long mane and a beard that was the color of a dark brown. And the fur colors was a light brown color as well. And as Forrest got up there towards Pony Jesus, at least that guy that's pretending to be Pony Jesus that is, Forrest was able to get close to Pony Jesus, almost like a front row seat. As for everyone else that was listening in on everything, they all had smiles and opens ears on what Pony Jesus had to say. Forrest got up there and was eager to listen too.

Pony Jesus was preaching, "Come one! Come all! Heed what I have to say to you all! I am Jesus, therefore I bring love and compassion to all! Do not fear my mystical powers from the unknown world! I only mean to bring a message to you all! Be kind to one another this season! For it is a time that is most important of all! We must put aside whatever differences that we might have with one another and cast them aside! Aside from casting stones at each other, let us cast with love and bonds towards each other! And I do not mean just your family and friends, but everypony here as well! Even the poor need to be loved once and a while. You all should partake in ways to help the poor, for they are less fortunate then you! Help out and maybe, you will all be saved from a potential, impending apocalypse that may or may not happen with fake dates made up by loonies from the loony bin!"

And after Pony Jesus had preached, he then said, "Wow! What a great speech!"

Pony Jesus then said to Forrest, "Why thank you kind red thing! May god be with you!"

And as Forrest was about to walk away and head to the bar, Forrest said to Pony Jesus, with a great big smile and closed eyes, "Thank you very much Jesus!"

And so...Forrest was on his way to the bar. He had a bit of a ways to walk, but it would only take him maybe like...five minutes to get there. But everything was starting to look up to Forrest. He was happy as he could be and was filled with Christmas spirit and couldn't wait for it to continue and grow and grow until it became everything he loved so dear in his life.

Eventually he made it to the bar, the grey looking bar that is, that we always met up at. It was dirty as always and was playing that old country music that sounded like it came from fifty years ago, lightly playing in the background. There was one or two other ponies in the place, both sleeping or drunk or something and some bugs were flying around the place as well with the sound of the florescent light as well buzzing somewhere in the bar.

And as Forrest came to the door, he yelled out as loud as he could, "MERRY CHISTMAS!"

As for us, we were at the bar and we didn't say a single word. Not even the bar tender who was busy with cleaning his glasses and shit. But Forrest didn't care, as he walked up to us regardless and took a seat right next to me. As for our winter cloths, I had a simple, blue scarf on and nothing else. I had my usual black cowboy hat on and satchel, but that was it.

As for Neon, he had a green and white scarf, same design like Forrest's scarf, as well as a green and white beanie hat on with a little white puff ball on top. It also had a picture of reindeer as well on it symbolized with the color of green. As for Mac, He wore a brown scarf, same design life Forrest's but it was two colors of brown and light brown. He also wore a light brown vest on as well. You know...like the one from Back to the Future.

As for Arrell, he wore a scarf, same design and everything, except his colors were of gold and silver. He also were a beanie hat, minus the puff ball part, of the same colors although it had a wolf on it instead of a reindeer. He even had a sweater on, the same colors that matched his scarf as well as having a picture of a wolf on it. As for Jack, he wore a black leather jacket with a black sweater underneath as well a grey scarf and wore black sunglasses. He wore nothing on top at all...but he looked classy and cool.

So once Forrest sat right next to us, he looked at all of us and he asked us , "So...you guys ready for Christmas!?"

We didn't respond, except for Jack who gave a slight cough. And as Forrest continued to hang onto his smile, the bartender gave him a glass of beer, the same kind that we always had when we went there. As for us, we didn't have smiles on. Instead we had cynical looks on our faces and looked down in the dumps and everything. Well...except for Neon of course. He always wore a smile on his face, whether it for creepy intentions or not.

Forest took note of our smiles that were absent, but continued to smile nonetheless and asked me since I was right next to him, "Hey Knight, how come everypony here is so grumpy? It's the Christmas season, everypony should happy and jumping for Santa to come and bring everypony a present!"

And then we all remained silent. None of us wanted to speak to Forrest. In fact, the only response that Forrest had, while he still had his big, enthusiastic smile on his face, was another cough from Jack. Forrest then started to look a little worried about it all, as his eyes gave that certain type of worried look, but his smile still remained.

So Forrest then said to us, "Well I don't know about you guys, but I'm all ready for Santa Pony to..."

I then cut Forrest off and I then said to him, "Can you shut up Forrest? No one gives a fuck."

I had said it in a sort of mellow, but harsh tone nonetheless. So after I had said that to Forrest, his smile disappeared and he then had a concerning look on his face as he then said to me, "You don't care? But come on guys, it's almost Christmas! Aren't you guys excited?"

Forrest also had made some slight movements with his arms and hooves, and moved it around a bit to add to him talking.

Jack then spoke up, "All I care about for Christmas is that I can go to the orphanage and tell them to their faces that they don't have any parents and they don't get any gifts. Then I fart in one of their faces and give them a noose in case anyone of those little shits wants to hang themselves."

Arrell then said to Jack, with a curious, but equally worried look on his face, right before drinking his beer, "Isn't that a little harsh Jack? I mean they are just kids after all."

Jack then responded to Arrell with, "FUCK YOU ARRELL, THERE'S NO HOPE FOR THEM ANYWAYS! Besides...it's my thing and I go their every year to stick it to them where it hurts. In fact...I'll be heading over there in a little bit after we're done here. I've got a little present for Little Steamer...he he he..."

Jack then gave off a sort of evil grin when he gave off a little laugh.

And with that being said, Forrest still remained worried and he then said to us all, "But...but this is the Christmas season! How could you guys not be excited!?"

Forrest then had a smile on his face return, although only to make his point as he continued to say, "It's the most magical time of year. It's that time of year where you get that warm feeling in your heart and where you get to give to others and see the smile on their faces and their reactions! It's is also the time of year where you get to sing songs with your friends and family and you get to decorate a beautiful Christmas tree! You can even throw a party and have a little get together as well! And most importantly giving to the needy and the little fillies and colts that aren't lucky enough to have a Christmas on their own! It's the best time of year I tell you! And you even get gifts from Santa Pony if you've been good all year round!"

Arrell then busted Forrest's bubble and said to him, "Santa Pony is fake. We all knew it since we were colts Forrest. You still believe in that crap?"

Forrest then had a worried look returned to his face, although this time with a little bit more defense than the last worried look as he said, "But I'm telling you he is real! Santa Pony is real you guys! I even saw him one Christmas eve night!"

Arrell then said to Forrest, right after he took a sip of his beer, "Forrest, your home was broken into that time."

Jack then teased Forrest, "I bet you're one of those ponies that still sleeps with a teddy bear...aren't you Forrest?"

Jack had giving Forrest a certain type of look that pretty much said that he could read Forrest like a book.

Forrest, in response, then had his eyes straighten out along right and looked straight into Jack's eyes, "What? No I don't!"

And then Forrest got a little bit of shifty eyes going on. However, as soon as Forrest had said that, Mac then took one big sip of his beer and basically chugged it all down.

And as soon as he was done, he somewhat slammed his mug on the counter top and said out loud, "Well, if all we're going to be talking about is some red, magical, fat stallion that breaks into our homes and gives gifts to that dirty Applejack...I best be heading out,"

Mac then got up from his seat and started to walk away as Forrest then had his worried look return as he watched Mac walk past him for the exit.

Forrest said to Mac, "But...but I just got here! I thought we were all going to hang out and..."

Mac then gave a somewhat hopeful look towards Forrest with a small smile as he said to him, "I'd like to stick around and chat with y'all fellow Anti-Applejack comrades, but the apples need tending to and my little brother needs his daily beating if he doesn't play Catch the Empty Beer Bottle game with me this time. Well...I'M OFF...SEE Y'ALL ON THE BATTLEFIELD AGAINIST APPLEJACK!!!"

And then he gave a little wave and then he was off. Forrest watched as he had left the bar, and his mouth was a little open as his eyes grew a little bit bigger. His eyes started to show he was disappointed and was starting to become a little sad because one of his friends left him when he had just gotten there as well.

Forrest then said to himself gently, "But...but..."

Neon the interrupted Forrest with him finishing is beer and giving one big gulp with a big smile and said as he got up with an eager tone, "I've got to get going too! Mr. Sweet wants help putting up the Christmas tree!"

And then Forrest said as Neon was walking past him, "But..."

Neon then interrupted Forrest by grabbing a hold of Forrest's head with his arms and giving Forrest' a little noogie with his left hoof as he said to him, "Don't worry Forrest, we'll see each other again soon."

And he had said with a happy smile and all as he let go of Forrest and he then walked towards the exit as Forrest watched.

Neon then stopped once more as he was about halfway through the door, as he then turned his head around towards Forrest and he said to him, "Maybe in the basement!"

And then Neon was off. Forrest, who was still sad, said to himself, "Bye...Neon..."

Forrest even had his right hoof raised to wave goodbye...but Neon didn't notice it.

Arrell then said to Forrest, as Forrest's back was turned towards him, "Forrest, as a friend, I tell you this only once."

Forrest then had a confused look on his face, as he wasn't exactly expecting Arrell to be talking to him.

But he turned around to face Arrell and his full attention was on Arrell as he said to Forrest, "Just give it up Forrest. I know you have a heart for this kind of stuff but...I've been here in this town longer than you have. And I can tell you this Christmas spirit just isn't as big as it is in other towns."

Arrell then took one last sip from his mug as Forrest made a slight whimper sound.

And as soon as Arrell was finished, he then got up and said to Forrest, "Maybe you can try and celebrate it with the other ponies in Ponyville this year...they always seem to have Christmas parties. Maybe even Twilight might let you joint hers."

And then Jack spoke up as he pounded one of his hooves on the counter top as he looked downwards on the counter top while holding his mug, "FUCK PONYVILLE MOTHER FUCKERS! They always seem to beat us in everything, even in Christmas for Pony Jesus' shake! I'm telling you, they're HACKS! FUCKING FRUADS OVER THERE!"

Arrell then walked by Forrest, who had his head lowered as he was disappointed with the conversation he was hearing, and Arrell placed one of his hooves on Forrest's shoulder as he gave him a little smile and said to him, "Don't listen to Jack, he's just drunk right now."

Arrell then started to walk away, but Forrest's expression never changed as Jack then yelled towards Arrell, "Hey, fuck you Arrell. I'm not drunk, I'm just half sober!"

Arrell then said as he walking out the door, "Yeah fuck you too Jack."

And then he was out of there. Forrest by this point was really down in the dumps, especially since there was only three of us left in the bar.

Forrest had his head lowered way down as he then glanced over to us as he asked us in his gentle voice, "Jack...Knight?"

Jack then said as he pounded his empty beer mug on the table, "Don't give me that look Forrest! Look, if you want to have a Christmas this year, you're on your own. Don't go around...asking for us to join in any of your...fucking parities or reindeer games or some shit like that!"

Forrest then said, "But..."

Jack then cut him off as Forrest raised one of his hooves and started heading for the door, "Well I'm out of here! See you around Knight! And see you later...FAGGOT!!!"

When Jack had said that, he gave a little smile towards me, but as he walked passed Forrest, he purposefully bumped into Forrest and went through the exit. Forrest saw as his friend walked out. Of course Forrest started to wonder why he was friends with him anyways, but he then reminded himself, even though his friends used him as a punching bag some of the times...they somewhat got to together some of the time. As a team more less...but still... But then it was only down to me and Forrest by that point. And we were a bit far apart as well. He then stared at me, but didn't say a word. However, I then took my final sip of my beer, didn't finish it, but I had it most of it gone.

I then said as I had an ok look on my face, but one of a cynical kind, "Well, I better get going too. Can't expect to leave Wolf all by himself or else he'll fuck something else up again."

I then got up and started heading for the exit, but then as I was about to pass him up, he somewhat lunged forward and grabbed one of my arms with his hooves as he looked desperate and said to me as he looked up at me as I kept looking straight forward, "Please Knight...please tell me you at least like Christmas at least?"

I then kept looking towards the exit and gave a big sigh. I then shook Forrest's hooves off of me and I turned around looked at Forrest, as he was looking at me with all but of a worried, desperate look on his face and within his eyes.

I then said to him, "Why do you still care Forrest?"

Forrest then asked me, "Excuse me?"

I then said to him, "Forrest...do you want to know why no one cares?"

Forrest then said, "Is it because they are just having a bad day today?"

I then gave another sigh and I then said to Forrest with a straight face, "It's because it's old. It's childish. Grow up Forrest."

Forrest then tried to talk back and said, "But...but Christmas is..."

I then cut him off and I then said to him, "But nothing Forrest. Christmas is a holiday season mostly for the kids, and kids specifically. Look, when we were kids, I'll admit, it was a magical time of the year. We had our time with it, we had smiles, we had fun with it. Sure not every kid did, but back then it was magical. And now...it's not. When you're grown up, it stops being magical, just like everything that you or I or anyone else that has ever loved before.

'But as the years go by...it gets old. The magic starts to wear off, and eventually, very few start to give a damn. Most of us move on and have other better things to do or worry about. And Christmas is not one of those things that you need to move on and let go of it Forrest! It's just another holiday...and honestly...it's a good thing that we stop caring about it too. This world is a fucked up place, and it's better if stuff like this just stays in the background and dwindle in popularity with the old and the kids. Face it Forrest...you need to grow up and move on. Now I've got to get going. Think about what I said to you...ok?"

And then I was headed for the door, until he said to me as I was about to exit the building, "But...but I was going to throw a Christmas party and..."

I then cut him off and said to him as I looked back at him, "LET IT GO FORREST. I'll see you around."

And then I left and Forrest was the only one in the bar...except for the bartender of course, who was just minding his own business and reading the daily newspaper.

As for Forrest, he turned around towards the counter top, looked at his untouched beer and said with a downed face and said, "But...but it's Christmas. It's the most magical time of year."

But then Forrest shook his head quickly left to right and then changed that sad look on his face into a hopeful one as he said to himself confidently with a smile, "What do they know? Of course Christmas is the most magical time of year.......right?"

And then Forrest remained there as he tried to think of what I had said to him.

You could say some time had skipped. At one point, Forrest was leaning forward over the bar counter and said to himself, "Maybe they are right?"

And then at another point, Forrest was at one of the booths and was sitting back and said to himself, "No...no they can't be right. They wouldn't know of Christmas even if it had hit them in the face."

And then at another, Forrest was lying down on one of the booth tables and he said to himself with some doubt, "Well...they do kind of have a point. Especially with Knight."

And then at another point, Forrest was pacing back and forth across the open bar room and as he was saying to himself, "But...but they can't be right. Christmas is a magical time of year! It's the best time to be with friends and family!"

And then finally at another point, Forrest returned to his bar seat and he had his hooves holding his head up, almost as if he was bored, but really he was depressed and down in the dumps as he said to himself, "Maybe it was good only when I was a little colt."

Forrest then gave a little sigh as he slowly got up from his seat. He then started to turn his head towards the exit as he then said to the bartender, "Just put it on my tab..."

And then Forrest walked away with his head down and his eyes giving off of a sad look as well as the bartender not really caring and not saying thing. He was still reading the newspaper. And the amount of time that Forrest was there, a lot of time had passed.

And as Forrest left the bar, he used his wings and flew into the sky and was heading back towards his cloud home. However, since it was the winter of season course, everything got darker a lot sooner so it almost seemed like Forrest's day was just getting a little worse with the darkness of the night only adding to his misery. The sun had already set beyond the grey and depressing clouds and if one were to sit on top of the clouds, like every fucking dirty pegasus...they would be able to see Luna raise the moon and see the stars twinkle out at night time.

But of course, the clouds were still covering the sky...those grey and dark depressing clouds that pretty much represent winter for most of Stalia...that or it's just a cheap background on set that the producers paid illegal Mexicans three cents to make. It's made out of Styrofoam and dead cow meat. It fucking stinks. Anyways, Forrest was high in the sky, flying back towards his home when he looked back at that little market place that he was at earlier. He looked down with a frown on his face still, although not as long and down as it was before.

He looked down and saw that no pony was there. Everypony had pretty much closed up shop and was preparing for their last minute holiday shoppers for tomorrow, in which case, you know what those people are. They always seem to swarm the Walgreen and buy those cheap, plastic dollar store toys for someone's stocking and then pass it off as a gift from the heart.

And then you beat those savages with that said plastic toy until they bleed to death...and then you hide the evidence and call the police and...blame it on a black Santa Claus. Yes...it was the black one....he did it....as well as buying all of the tea from China. The Black Santa strikes again. Anyways, everything was closed and it was as if the place was a ghost town although there was a few lamp posts out there, shining the way as the snow continued to gently fall down from the sky as...it was snowing after all by this point.

Forrest looked down and couldn't help but smile a little bit and look at all of the decoration and the tinsel that glittered and the silver bells that gave off a nice shine that were all hanged up around the place. But of course with the doubt on his mind was starting to weigh him down and that little smile soon disappeared. But then Forrest thought of something and couldn't help but go down there, as he heard something coming from one of the shops. It made him very curious as he made that kind of face that pretty much said, 'What? What the fuck was that shit Nibba? I wonder what that sound came from and...oh...oh no...no way Nidda...fuck this shit I'm out. Ain't no fucking Nijja is going to get caught by that thing'...oh wait I'm sorry, I was thinking of a curious look from a horror movie.

My bad, what I meant to say was, Forrest had that kind of curious look that pretty much says, 'Where are all the white women at?' Yeah...that's the right one. Well, anyways Forrest heard something, but it didn't sound anything dangerous or frightening and Forest was just simply curious like a cat that has lost its way.

His left ear was out and a little but twitchy as it tried to hone on in the sound that Forrest had heard from all the way up in the sky. So Forrest went ahead and made a slight detour and went into that little shopping center area. And once Forrest made his way there, Forrest landed softly and safely on all of his four hooves and started trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Of course Forrest still had that curious look on his face and the sound had gotten louder.

Once Forrest had landed on the ground, he started looking around in all directions to see where the sound was coming from. Fortunately for him, the sound wasn't too far and was easy to find since A. he isn't retarded, and B. the writers for this special are retarded...especially someone who cannot be named for legal reasons...a certain ghost... *cough*

Yeah...you know who you are you son of a fucking bitch...I know who you are and where you live...don't think I don't follow you. I know your place of work. I know what you like to eat and when you take a fucking shit on the toilet. I know you've also been ignoring my calls too and you just delete them on the answering machine. Who uses an answering machine anyways you...fucking weirdo? But that's ok...I'll keep trying...and I'll keep knocking on your door at three in the morning until you return what is mine.

Anyways, Forrest had found the source of the sound. It was coming from one of the shops with one of those windows that others use for window shopping and inside that window case were various Christmas related items like a Santa Pony suit and a Christmas tree and the like.

But one item in that case was the driving force of the sound, a simple record player to be exact was playing a sweet sound. It was a very Christmassy kind of sound too as it sounded like it came from an old Christmas movie like It's a Wonderful fucking Life or a Miracle on Rule 34th street... or that one where the little boy is in New York City and he gets those bedroom eyes from Tim Curry...Christmas classics I tell you.

However, despite it's sweet sound that it was producing, Forrest was kind of put off by it since he could hear the sound from all the way up from where he originally was. Forrest started to wonder if he was developing some kind of super hearing or something but he quickly shook that thought out of his head as it sounded retarded.

But at the same time, the sound to him sounded delightful, but it was odd that he could hear it all the way from up there. He then started to wonder through his mind, wondering how or why he was hearing that sound from all the way up there. 'Perhaps it's because the old record player is really loud? Maybe, it's the store itself is playing it on speakers? No, that doesn't sound right. But how could I hear it all the way from up there?,' Forrest was thinking through his mind. But then something threw him off his train of thought and a voice started to come from the record.

A regular speaking voice that is that was speaking over the cheery song. It was a male's voice and it was sort of rough around the edges due to it being sounded it was recorded a hundred years ago. The voice started to speak and sounded like it was speaking to Forrest, and of course Forrest had a weird but curious look upon his face once the voice started to speak.

The voice "said" to Forrest, "All around the world, there is always some kind of war. There is always some kind of hate or fighting going on. The hearts with ponies and within other creatures grows weak and filled with despair. But during this time of year, we all should come together and think of each other. During this time of year, we should put aside any kind of difference that we may have had in the past and instead come together to bring warmth and happiness amongst everypony else as well as to any other creature in this world. It may not be an easy task, but if one pony out there could step up to the plate and show that they have a heart, then perhaps this world would be a better place. Perhaps a threat from the dreaded windigoes would be nonexistent. Perhaps if one pony has a heart and gives, then maybe every other pony will do the same and spread that love and comfort all around the globe. We don't have to all agree with the same thing, our politics, or religion beliefs. We don't have to have the same colored coat or what's on our foreheads or backs. We don't even need to speak the same language. All we need is all to have a heart and come together peacefully regardless of who we are on the inside and out. Will it be you this holiday season that makes such a selfless act?"

And then the voice stopped and the song continued to play. But when the voice was talking, Forrest was still confused and taken aback a little bit. But as the voice went on and on, Forrest started to accept it and leaned in a little closer. And as the voice continued to talk to him, Forrest gave a slow, but big smile across his face.

A smile that was filled with warmth and happiness as pure as his heart. And his eyes started to become a little wide too, but not the kind of wide where he would be shocked, but instead, the whimsical kind of big eyes where they would grow as big as they could get and you could maybe even see a little twinkle in his eyes.

In his mind, hearing the voice had put him at peace and sort of sent him a message, a message to remind him that this was the season that he still loves despite his abusive father. That abusive father that I'm sure we all have deep within all of our hearts...and he whips us with his belt while our fugitively alcoholic mother watches...and then our abusive father says that we were a mistake and said that we should have been aborted when they did it in illegal Mexico.

That nice, warm, welcoming abusive father that we all have inside of us. Anyways, Forrest was listening and having pure joy fill his heart as the voice spoke to him, but once the voice ended and the music went back to the old timey music, Forrest was still deep within in his thoughts, thinking about what the voice had told him. And then, someone was right behind him. A certain someone that he would recognize. that someone being Santa Pony, or at the very least a pony dressed up as Santa Pony that is and looked like Santa Pony and sounded like Santa Pony.

As Forrest was in his mind and thinking of the voice that had spoken to him not just a few seconds ago with his eyes still filled with hope and dreams and his smile showing warmth and goodwill, Santa Pony was right behind him and leaned in close towards his ears.

Of course you would think Forrest would have seen him in the reflection of the glass window that Forrest was standing in front of, but he was too busy being in deep thought and didn't notice, although strangely enough though, when I went back and took a look at what happened, there was no reflection at all whatsoever. Well, there was a hint of a reflection, but nothing of the norm that is. It looked like someone was right behind Forrest, but really it was unclear as to who.

Anyway, Forrest was minding his own thoughts when Santa Pony, being right behind him, leaned in forward and said to Forrest calmly and in a welcoming deep tone in his voice as well as with a smile on his face, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

And then Forrest was startled by Santa Pony speaking right behind him and he jumped up in the air.

He didn't jump up that high in the air and only jumped up maybe an inch or two, but he was spooked and had a scared and startled look on his face as he jumped in the air. And when he did become startled, he made a little shrieking sound, in a way to say he was unexpectedly interrupted by someone he did not expect to be behind him. And after he came down from a short jump, he quickly turned around, still with a scared look on his face and quickly looked at who it was who had startled him. Of course, at first glance, he had recognized him to be Santa Pony.

And once he did recognize him as to be the one that would break into someone's house to leave weird gifts under a dead tree, Forrest then quickly turned that spooked look into a face filled with relief.

And Forrest said with a small smile upon his face, "Oh, it's just you Santa Pony. I didn't know you were behind me."

Santa Pony then said warmly and with a continued smile, "It's quite alright. I didn't mean to frighten you."

Forrest then asked Santa Pony who was then staring back into the glass window and enjoying the music and festive decorations and such, "What are you doing here Santa Pony? Shouldn't you be at the North Pole, getting some rest and preparing for your big day? I mean, I know you like to be out here in Stalia and talk to other ponies, but you really need to prepare to deliver the gifts after all!"

Santa Pony then said, with a calm and deep tone in his voice as always, "Yes, you are right, but I like to sometimes take a break and go around Equestria and see the sights. Of course I did notice you out here in the cold Forrest, being all alone when every other pony is asleep. Why are you out here Forrest?"

After Santa Pony had asked him that, Forrest was left with a bit of confusion on his face, as he was a bit taken aback that Santa Pony was asking him a personal question.

But then Forrest got to thinking about it and he came to the conclusion of, 'Wait...why am I out here? I was on my way home while having what felt like my heart broken until I heard singing...and then I heard a voice. What do I say to him? Should I lie? The songs do say he knows when I've been bad, and I assuming he knows that I would be lying too. The song also says he knows when you touch yourself at night. What do I say to him?'

Forrest had thought in his mind. So Forrest then had a nervous look on his face, having little shifty eyes, almost as if he was trying to hide something, but he was trying his best to keep his cool.

So Forrest said to Santa Pony, "Well uhh...hmmm I'm not sure why? I best get going then, I do want to catch some rest since it's late at night after all. You know what they say Santa, you know we're sleeping!"

And Forrest made some slight movements, those kind of movements that suggested that he was about to launch from the ground with his wings and fly into the sky so he can go back to his home and think about what had just happened to him.

But right before he was about to take off, Santa Pony stopped him by looking towards him with still his warm and hopeful smile and gave a little chuckle and said, "He he he he...so the songs say...look Forrest, I didn't mean to scare you or make you feel uncomfortable. I'm just curious as to why you are out here is all. Are you out here looking for gifts? Are you trying to find something inside of your heart that you're not quite sure of? Are you uncertain about yourself? Or are perhaps doubtful of your goodwill towards others maybe?"

Forrest then looked down towards the ground and thought about it for a few seconds.

Forrest then thought to himself, 'Am I doubtful? Well what Knight and what I said back at the bar did put some doubt in my mind. I mean...Knight was right after all. But...no, Knight isn't right? No, he's wrong, they are all wrong about this time of year! That pony on the record player had a point. So no, I don't have doubt...unless...do I?...'

And As Forrest was thinking, he started to show a little doubt on his face and Santa Pony himself could see it as well. However, Santa Pony did know show any hateful emotions towards him though or wasn't offended by it neither. Instead, he got close to Forrest's face and used his right hoof and placed it on Forrest's chin and gently raised Forrest's head up to look him in the eyes. And as Forrest felt Santa Pony's gentle touch of his hoof, he then noticed what Santa Pony was doing as he too looked at Santa Pony's face.

And once Santa Pony had done that, Santa Pony then said to Forrest calmly with another small chuckle, "He he he, I know you have doubt within your mind Forrest."

Forrest then said, with a confused face, "You do?"

Santa Pony then said, as he backed away a little from Forrest and turned to look back into the shopping window, "Yes, it is shown right on your face Forrest."

Forrest then looked back towards the ground, made quick little circles on the ground with his hoof gently, and looked like he was disappointed and said, "Oh...I suppose it does."

Santa Pony then said without looking towards Forrest, "Do not worry though Forrest. We all have doubt sometimes within our minds and hearts. There is nothing of to be ashamed of having a little doubt."

Right after Forrest had heard what Santa Pony had to say about his doubt, Forrest's head quickly sprung up, as if it was some kind of spring and Forrest had a little smile form across his face a little bit and said to Santa Pony, "Really?"

Santa Pony then turned his head around a little to look towards Forrest and said to him, "Yes, of course Forrest. We all get it sometimes, even I have doubt sometimes on my mind."

Forrest then went back to having a curious, but confused look on his face as he raised one eye brow up and he then asked Santa Pony, "You do?"

And then Forrest while changing to look to have wide eyes as well as a surprised face and such and raises one hoof in the air to express his feelings said to Santa Pony, "But...but you're Santa pony! How could you have any doubt!? I mean you're one of the best ponies to have ever lived...right next to Princess Celestia of course. I mean, you TRAVEL THROUH OF ALL OF EQUESTRIA! There is no doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t have any doubt."

Santa Pony again then gave a little chuckle and then said to Forrest, "He he he...of course you would say that Forrest. I've always enjoyed your optimism and enthusiasm over the years. Even when you were just a little tike. But...do you know how much it takes to go through all of that, especially in one night?"

Forrest then went back to having a confused look on his face and then rolled his eyes a little bit upwards as he turned his head towards the side and raised his left hoof towards his mouth, although not directly on his mouth and said, "Ummm..."

And after Forrest had thought about it for a few seconds, Forrest went back to having a normal happy look on his face and said to Santa Pony, "It can't be that much! You have magic unlike anypony else! Except for maybe Princess Celestia of course…"

Santa Pony then looked towards Forrest while still having his body facing the window and said to him, "I'm flattered that you think I'm that special. Buuuuuut...aside from living for so many years, I'm still a simple pony just like you or anypony else. I sometimes have doubt in my mind if I can get all the presents made, wrapped, and packed all onto the sleigh. Not only that, but I have to travel while everypony else is sleeping and trying not to wake them up in the slightest. That is my job after all. And sure it's only once a year, the doubt weighs down on me throughout the entire year."

After Forrest had heard Santa Pony tell his story of doubt, Forrest had a bit of whimsical in his eyes, but also a big curious look at the same time and asked Santa Pony, "Really Santa? You're just like any of us?"

Santa Pony then turned his body and gave full attention towards Forrest and got a teeny bit closer towards him and said to him, "Well, I do have a little special magic that no pony else has. He he he, but for the most part, I am not god and I don't have super powers in order to do everything, especially all by myself. That's why I do have help after all. The point that I'm trying to make Forrest is even though I have doubt weigh heavy on my mind, I don't let that stop me. I know sometimes it can be hard to do it sometimes. I know sometimes it can be hard to get out of bed every morning and to do whatever it takes to have it completed even.

'And I thought of you doing a certain task can be sometimes frightful and makes you doubt yourself that you cannot do it at all and that you will fail somehow. I get that all the time and I know you get it too sometimes Forrest. I have been watching you with a close eye after all. He he, but, even when it gets extremely hard for me and I can't help but feel doubt in my heart, I always remind myself that I need to do the task at hoof. Whether that be going out to deliver the presents or going outside in the cold, windy weather. Things must be simply done Forrest.

'And I know for a fact that you have doubt on your mind on something very special. Just remember Forrest that you have a heart. That you have a heart and determination that you will do what you do best. My part is to deliver presents to all the colts and fillies across Equestria. And what your part is, I'm sure is just as important as any other pony's part is. So believe in yourself Forrest, believe with all of your heart. Just listen to the music with your heart if you have any doubt."

And so, after Santa Pony had spoke to Forrest, both Forrest and Santa Pony turned their heads to the window and Santa Pony raised his right hoof and pointed towards the record player that was playing the lovely, hearth warming tune. And Santa Pony sort of let go of Forrest and Forrest, sort of like in a trance, walked towards the glass window and started to listen to the music closely.

And suddenly, the music started to get a little louder, but then Forrest, as his face continued to have a look of curiosity on his face, closed his eyes and started to think heavily on what Santa Pony had just to him. And then the music started to become louder and louder until...he opened his eyes and there was a little glimmer of light sparkling in his eyes with a big, bright smile across his face.

Forrest then said to Santa Pony as he continued to look into the glass window and at the record player, "Oh thank you Santa Pony! I know what I have to do tomorrow! Oh thank you thank you Santa Pony!"

And as Forrest was still starring at the glass window, Santa Pony said right behind him, "Don't mention it Forrest. By the way, that is quite a dashing look alike suit of mine in that window."

Forrest then responded with, without looking back at Santa Pony, "Oh I don't know about that Santa..."

And then Forrest mumbled on a little bit more, as if he was talking to Santa Pony, but Santa Pony kind of just disappeared after he had said that, as the other Santa Pony, the one from earlier with the one that was all dressed up, came walking by with a smoke in his mouth and the fake beard hanging low as it wasn't attached to his face.

He was starring at Forrest and he was talking all by himself and all the fake Santa Pony could do was have a little mouth open while keeping the little cigarette in his mouth as the burning smell of nicotine filled the air around him and into his lungs, slowly killing him, and I’m sure we all dying on the inside too...

The fake Santa Pony then walked a little closer as he was sort of scared since he didn't expect to see a pony talking to himself late at night and he then said towards Forrest as he got a little closer and stopped, "Who in the hell are you talking to?"

Forrest then turned around to see the fake Santa Pony, although he didn't recognize him to be a fake Santa Pony as he still saw him as the real Santa Pony and ignored the fake looking beard on his face that was hanging down, all with a smile and said towards him, "Why, I'm talking to you silly!""

The fake Santa Pony then said to Forrest while still having the lit smoke in his mouth, "No you weren't...I just came out here to get a smoke and I hear you over here yapping to someone. Are you fucking crazy or something?"

Forrest then said out loud towards to the fake Santa Pony as he got close to the fake Santa Pony's face, all with a big smile on his face and his eyes closed for some reason, "Of course not Santa! Why would I be crazy!?"

And on that last part that Forrest had said to the fake Santa Pony, Forrest opened up his eyes with a big, wide whimsical look in his eyes and even leaned in a little forwards towards the fake Santa Pony's face.

Forrest then after saying went back into a normal standing position and looked upwards and said to the fake Santa Pony, "Well, thanks again Santa for the talk! It really helped me! SEE YOU ON CHRISTMAS DAY!"

And then Forrest launched from the ground and high into the sky and flew as fast as he could back towards his home. And as Forrest flew back to his home, the fake Santa Pony titled his head upwards and watched as Forrest went back into the sky and then said to himself quietly, "Fucking Pony Jesus Christ, kill me now."

A FEW MINUTES LATER

And so, after a long ass time of pretending that Forrest was flying to the next scene and getting the sets back up and making sure everything was in its proper place like getting the light set up, making sure the midget who played the Hitler Nugget was fed because apparently the producers put a deposit on him. I’m assuming they got the actor midget from a seller in Cuba, but I might be wrong on that…it might have been New Jersey…although if I had to bet, it would be New Jersey.

That and one of the camera guys didn’t want to start filming until he got his coffee and we kept saying to him that there was no assistance or intern in his contract. He was only there to handle the third camera for five bucks…and that’s it. He even signed a contract with the producers saying if he did not do what he was told, he would be fed to the beef chickens, and no, I do not know what those are. But my guess the producers have those for something else they are doing. But the camera guy didn’t want to listen so we had to let him have his way because we were all tired and wanted to get the shoot done so one of us had to go get the coffee…guess who drew the short straw?

Well anyways, where were we? I don’t have the script, there was only one and someone had to use it as toilet paper. Anyways, Uhhhh...yeah I know where we left off at. I remember, so Forrest had spent flying for a few minutes and quickly got back to his house. His little home in the sky. Everything was dark as it was night time of course, the producers really wanted to put an emphasis on that part right there. And once Forrest got to his front door, he quickly unlocked it and sort of kicked the door open with his right hoof.

I say kick it open because it opened kind of fast and made a loud banging sound once the door had swung all the way around to the wall, the one hundred and eighty degrees and what not, and you sort of do that by kicking it. But Forrest, the low hanging weakling fruit that he is, sort of did a half kick. It wasn’t a kick, but he had pushed the door with enough force to make a banging sound, but he did not do it out of anger. Instead he had done it with joy filled within his heart.

He had a big, huge smile across his face where you could even see his bright, white teeth shine with just a simple light bulb. He was very happy and overcome with joy. He had the spirit of Christmas and the spirit of giving in his heart and he knew that despite what I had said to him earlier at the bar, he wasn’t going to be down in the dumps.

No, instead he was going to go through with his plans and make sure that this was going to be the best Christmas he was ever going to have. He knew that he had never really celebrated a real Christmas before and that this year in particular, that was going to change and that he was going to make his only wish for Christmas come true.

And so, Forrest eagerly got into his house as she was shaking a little bit from the pure joy he was feeling in his bones and closed the door.

He then proceeded to hang up all of his winter cloths on the little coat rack that was by the door and he then said out loud to himself, “I CAN’T WAIT FOR TOMORROW! I KNOW WHAT I’M GOING TO DO AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE IT ALL COME TOGETHER! I’M SO EXCITED I NEED TO TELL SOMEPONY! I KNOW…”

And so Forrest had felt the feeling that some time others get of wanting to tell someone else and thought of who he wanted to tell his Christmas feelings to. So Forrest quickly flew upstairs without even using the steps that he had in his house…although it is a bit weird, why the fuck doesn’t he walk and, oh never mind.

Anyways, Forrest went up stairs and quickly went into his room. And as far as his room goes, it’s mostly just bare bone stuff. A nice soft cloud bed with a cloud pillow. There was a cloud drawer and a cloud picture hanging up on the wall along with a cloud lamp right next to the cloud bed sitting on top of a cloud night stand…yup…everything was made of clouds. And you can thank the producers for that one. We kept telling them that Forrest’s real home was not just made out of clouds, but they kept insisting this would make sense to the retarded kids…apparently this was airing on PBS as well.

Yay…well aside from that little side note, the only thing that wasn’t made out of clouds in the room was the blanket, the bathroom, and a brown teddy bear with a smile on its face. And I know what you’re thinking, no, Forrest does not fuck that teddy bear because he’s lonely. He uses the stuffed rabbit for that as well as the stuffed Mickey Mouse that the producers gave him because at one point we were sponsored by Disney, but then they kicked us off of their Christian Minecraft Sever because one of us got drunk and swore on it.

Now we’re banned from all Disney theme parks and we are specifically instructed to stay three hundred feet away from all executives that work at Disney. And the court also ordered us to never utter the word Disney and just call them The Big D. And The Big D said that if we were to ever break any of these rules, we will be bent over and raped in the ass by them…and the judge approved of this too just so you know.

Not even the jury had a problem with this. But hey…look on the bright side…that teddy bear is Forrest’s real teddy bear, the one that he brought from home. That’s something.

Anyways, once Forrest had gotten into his room and closed the door, he started talking to his Teddy Bear in a calm sounding voice, "Hello Teddy! What a day it has been! I tell you, I might not have a marefriend, but at least we have each other...right buddy?"

Forrest then had a hopeful look on his face and paused as if he was waiting for the teddy bear to come alive and give a response. He had just starred at his teddy bear, waiting, as silence filled the air around him. The teddy bear didn’t speak. It was an inanimate object. Go figure. But Forrest, the weakling that he was, responded back as if his teddy bear did say something back to him, so either he's mentally insane or he truly is forever alone.

Anyways, Forrest said back to his beloved teddy bear as he was walking away, "I know, I know, it would be nice to have pony else besides the two of us. But that's not important because I've got exciting news to tell you Teddy!"

And then Forrest once more paused again, as if he waiting for a response. As Forrest paused however as he was walking towards his bathroom and turned on the lights and after a few seconds of awkward silence had passed, Forrest then continued to speak to his teddy bear.

Forrest then said to Teddy, "Well if you calm down for a second Mr. Fluffy pants, I'll tell you! Well it all started as normal today, Hitler Nugget came over for a friendly visit."

As Forrest was in the bathroom, he was getting his tooth brush ready to brush his teeth to get rid of any germs or bacteria off of his teeth and gums...now that I mention it is quite weird that ponies in this universe, and same goes for me as well...have human like teeth. Thinking more about it just horrifies me and I'm starting to question my existence while being i a pony like body...it's just so fucking weird.

Anyways, Forrest then continued to say to his teddy bear, "Then I went to meet my friends at the bar. They're reaction...wasn't so friendly. Let's just leave it like that as I'm sure you want me to spare you the details. He he he he..."

Forrest gave off a nervous laugh towards his teddy bear and had an awkward smile on his face. But then Forrest went back to the joyful pony that he was and went ahead and brushed his teeth. Of course this in turn temporally impaired his speech a little bit, but he could still for the most part form full words and sentences.

So Forrest continued to say as he was halving a mouth full of tooth paste and such, "To put a long story short...I wasn't really feeling good about it all. I know I shouldn't be let down by anypony at all whatsoever. But these were my friends!"

And after Forrest had said what he had just said, he then proceeded to spit out into the sink and rinse his mouth off with water and no mouth wash because who knows, maybe it's too late for him and Gum Disease has already got him.

So who knows what gum disease's next evil plot will be...probably taking down the New World trade center building in New York City. Yeah...it'll blow it up…with a toy train brain...raisin bran train... What? So Forrest then continued to say while having a bit of a disappointed look on his face, but also mixed with a bit of a hopeful look as well both at the same time somehow, if that makes any sense.

And his eyes were looking upward as well as his head a little bit for whatever reason he might have done it for. Forrest then said as he was still standing in the bathroom, but could talk clearly once more, "These are the ponies that I can trust! The only ponies that I can trust...in this whole...entire...world...surely they wouldn't let me down and that they provide honest feedback to me if I've done anything wrong...right?"

Forrest then started to show a little bit more doubt on his face, as I'm sure it was starting to fill his heart as well.

But then Forrest shook his head a little bit from side to side and said to himself with a smile while getting rid of that doubtful look on his face, "But of course I'm just being silly! I'm like that sometimes, and I'm sure you know what I'm talking about...right Teddy?"

When Forrest had asked his teddy bear that short question, Forrest had then poked his head out of his bathroom and pointed his head towards his teddy bear with a big smile once again waiting for a response from an inanimate object, although he did have his eyes closed once more. And the teddy bear just sat there...starring into blank space and if it did have a soul in the first place, it'll probably be thinking about its existence and screaming out of pain on the inside as he wanting to commit suicide.

Not because of Forrest of course, but because his whole entire life is being a fucking teddy bear. I know I would want to go and commit die if my whole life was just a fucking teddy bear. I mean...just imagine being a lifeless bear with no purpose and just sitting there. You don't have to do anything, not even go to the bathroom. Sure it sounds like a good idea and that it sounds like paradise...but in hindsight, you just would want to die.

You would rather become a vegetable than become a teddy bear, like a carrot, so that way you could stab people with your pointy bottom. And then that way you would be able to say the N word because all carrots are handed the N-word pass from birth. But the tomatoes are handed the C word pass…nigga… Although now that I think of it, Tomatoes aren’t even vegetables…are they? My god…no wonder they don’t have the n word pass…it’s because they have the W word pass. Wigga…

Oh...the feelings that teddy bear must feel.

Anyways, after a few seconds of silence had passed, Forrest then said, while opening his eyes back open once more and said to his beloved teddy bear, all with still a smile, "Yeah, I know Teddy. I know I should probably change my habits sometimes. But sometimes I just worry is all, you know Teddy?"

Once Forrest was done sticking his head out of the bathroom door, he then turned off the bathroom lights and went back into his bed room, along with a bit of a worried look on his face while facing and staring at his teddy bear.

Forrest then continued to talk to Teddy and say, "I mean, sometimes I can't help it you know. Sometimes I think about the scary what if stuff and then it starts to get to my head sometimes and then I don't know what to think! It scares me."

Forrest then went from a worried look on his face and to a more happy and calm look on his face as he continued to say, "But of course I try and think of all the good things. I try and think of the happy memories and how lucky I am to have such good friends. And of course I try and remind myself that I'm lucky enough to have you."

Forrest then had a bit of shifty eyes going on and then quickly turned his head to the right and to the left. Sure, he was all alone with his teddy bear, but from what I could tell, Forrest was afraid if someone was in his room, as if he would have not seen them.

That or maybe a spooky roast or something, who knows really.

But aside from that, Forrest looked at his surroundings and then stretched his neck out a little bit and put his left hoof towards his mouth and slightly whispered towards his teddy bear, all the while having a little smile across his red face, "Psst...Just between you and me Teddy. Aside from the other guys, you mean the entire world to me."

And then Forrest made a cute little squeaking sound for no reason at all, closed his eyes for a quick second while sticking his tongue out... What? Anyways, then Forrest went back to a normal standing position, bent his legs a little bit, and hopped into bed...literally, he just hopped right into it. But of course he landed on the covers and landed near teddy a little bit. He didn't jump that high up though, just jumped at a normal height and such.

And right when he touched the bed, he quickly got under the cover and grabbed a hold of his teddy bear with both of his fore arms and held him tightly against his cheeks. He could feel the soft, fake, brown fur being squished against his soft, fur covered cheek...because you know...ponies and shit... Forrest also had a big, warm smile on his face that would make you aware that he was safe and sound in his own little world, as his eyes were closed thinking of the best things in his life that he had ever come across.

He held that look for a few seconds. And inside Forrest's head, a sweet little tune was playing, all to himself, almost as if he needed to remember this little moment for all of entirety.

And after he held that look for a few seconds, he then opened up his eyes, soften his smile a little bit, and said to his teddy bear in a soft, almost childlike voice, "Good night Teddy. I love you forever and ever with all my heart and soul. Try to have sweet dreams."

And then Forrest and made a quick clopping sound by banging both his hooves from his forearms together, and that in turn turned off the lights.

Again...it was the producer's idea. And another sponsorship. This time sponsored by...hold on let me get the paper...ummm...THIS SEGMENT WAS SPONSERED BY LARRY'S BIG CLAPPER! IF YOU ARE EVER LAZY AND DID NOT WANT TO TURN OFF THE LIGHTS WHILE IN BED, THEN GET LARRY'S BIG CLAPPER! JUST CLAP WITH YOUR HANDS TWICE TO TURN OFF THE LIGHTS SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO GET OFF YOUR FAT LAZY HAMBONE ASSES! LARRY'S BIG CLAPPER! TRUST US, WE'RE NOT GAY! NO HOMO!

Ok that was the end of the sponsorship and I get no money out of this. Only the producer's son does. Well anyways, back to the Christmas special...

THE NEXT MORNING

And so we come to the next scene. And in case you want to know some behind the scenes stuff when it came to the scene change, we paid seventy illegal Mexican workers, only cost the studio about five cent an hour per illegal Mexican. Although we do have to feed them since they keep them locked up in the studio basement and stuff. Uhhh... also ten crew members died, a light exploded, and Forrest almost caught a seizure, and even if he did, we wouldn't really care.

And he would be screwed because the producers and the studio does not provide any kind of health insurance. So he would be screwed. But even if he was back in Stalia, he still didn't have health insurance...mostly because he has no clue about finances. He is hopeless. That and the rest of us just had cheap, black coffee that tasted as piss poor as Starbucks. So regards to that, here comes...or came...or coames what happened after Forrest had gotten up and shit. Well it was the next day, it was Christmas Eve and I recall it being early in the day too.

Well anyways, everything was normal; the grey clouds were in the sky and covering the sky, with some snow on the ground in a few places. Some patches of snow left untouched while others were just muddled together. Overall, a typical day almost as if it wasn’t Christmas eve. But it was, so...yeah... Anyways, we start back at my place, my home...the library or Stalia's library or at least as much as a library as a real library is a movie rental store.

So, I was in my own home, minding my own business, everything was just fine. And Forrest came from the sky and landed, pretty much wearing his normal winter cloths as yesterday and he had a smile that filled him with confidence. And it made him look like he was ready to tackle the challenges ahead. He also had a little saddle pouch bag thingy on his left side sort of like mind but more loose and less stylish.

It was a just a simple, plain, vanilla white bag and he was carrying a note pad and a pencil in it. And so he walked up to my door, calmly, and raised his right hoof and gave a few, hard knocks on my door. And after he had knocked on my door, a good few seconds past by and of course I had heard the knock on my door. So, I went to the door and opened it up. And I wasn’t really in the mood that day. Wolf was annoying me that day with him drinking all of the beer in the house and somehow complaining he wasn’t drunk yet, even though he was constantly walking up the stairs and falling down over and over and over as if it came out from some kind of Looney Toons or Tom and Jerry cartoon. Except he was made out of wood so I’m not sure if he feels anything.

Now that I mention it, I have no clue if he feels his nuts being broken as he goes down the stairs either. Get it? See what I did just there? Wolf is a timber wolf and made out of wood, so his nut shack would be a pair of actual nuts? Did you get it?.....SHUT UP!!!... It was funny and you know it…It was…oh fuck it, these specials are driving me INSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANEEE!

Well aside from that I had opened up the door with what Forrest was greeted with was no warm, welcoming smile like he would give. No, instead I offered a sort of depressed, cynical look upon my face.

That kind of look that says, ‘I’m tired of it all. When will the pain ever stop? Is this why I’m still here? To be tortured like this forever? Did I actually die long ago and this is just my sentence from god and I really am in hell instead? What has my life become? I used to be somebody man!!! I WAS A SOMEBODY!!! I mean…just look me up on goggle and you know…you’ll know that I was a somebody! WHAT HAVE I BECOME!? IS THIS WHAT I HAVE BECOME!? ENTERTAINMENT FOR TARDS!!? God I need a drink. I just need some more beer to take the pain away. Just to take the pain away god damn it.’

You know…that kind of expression that sometimes people and others have on their faces. All without showing any signs of that with my mouth. It was just straight across my face…like…like…uhh…is poker face still relevant these days? Of course not, it’s whatever…year you’re reading this in and it’s probably long gone. Well whatever, you get the point, my face was dull and left without any substance or color or anything to really brighten it up a bit. That was the face that I had offered to Forrest.

However, with what I was greeted to by Forrest was his normal, smiling face unless of course a girl hit him. And which case I would shut the door on him and tell him to man up…or Stallion up as they say in Equestria…I think. Or I might have just imagined that when I was high that one time. Anyways, Forrest was his usual happy self, except he seemed a little bit more happy than usual. And I noticed that as well once I had opened that door.

Once I had opened that door, we just stood there in awkward silence for a few seconds until the sounds of Wolf’s wood crackling as he fell down the stairs again and him yelling out in the background, “I’m ok!...I can do this! No need to help me!...let me…just get up again and try it again…”

And after Wolf had said that to himself pretty much in the background, Forrest then broke the silence between the both of us and said to me, “Hi Knight! So how’s it…”

I then cut Forrest off and said to him, “What the fuck do you want Forrest?”

Forrest then responded to me as he sort of jumped up in the air a little bit with excitement and asked me, “Well it’s Christmas Eve of course! Aren’t you excited!? Can’t you just feel the Christmas spirit in the air!?”

I then said to Forrest with no expression change on my face, “Don’t you remember what I told you in the bar yesterday Forrest?”

And then Forrest’s happiness and optimism seemed to then have toned down as he seemed less excited and energetic. He still had a smile on his face though, but it was much smaller and he just looked like if it was one of those awkward kind of smiles instead. He even had the look in his eyes too, almost as if he was embarrassed by it as well.

Forrest then said to me as he sort of looked towards the side in embarrassment, “Oh yeah…he he…forgot about that…”

But then Forrest said to me as he returned to the look when he first came to my door and before I popped his joy bubble, and jumped up a tiny bit while doing so and looked directly at me in the eyes, “ But that’s not why I’m here!?”

I then got a little bit confused and had a weird look in my eye, and then the expression changed on my face as one of my eyebrows rose upwards, showing that I was unsure and a bit worried as to what Forrest was trying to get at since that’s not how he usually works.

Or maybe it does, but aside from that, I was also taken a back a little by Forrest’s movements…literally, I stepped a little bit backwards and after Forrest had talked to me, I then asked him, “Then why are you here then?”

And then Forrest pushed himself a little bit into my home and was pretty much standing halfway through the door as he pushed himself forward with his body, all with a smile on his face, almost as if I hadn’t popped his joy bubble by bringing up what I had said to him at the bar. I then got wide eyes when Forrest did this too and became a little bit worried.

Forrest then said to me while doing this, all the while having his eyes become a little bit mellowed out, “Well um...I’m doing a little secret, private project of my own and I wanted to come on by and wanted to ask you some questions, Knight.”

And then as I took a step backwards to gain a little bit of personal space from what Forrest took away from it, I then asked him, “And what are you going to ask me then?”

Forrest then looked a bit weird, as if he was caught off guard and for a brief second had wide eyes, almost as if he was caught red handed..hoofed…whatever…and was pretending that he didn’t do anything, with whatever he had done at least that was the look in his eyes for a brief second that was. But after that second had passed, he then went back to normal and just looked like he was embarrassed.

But Forrest had said while portraying those emotions on his face, “Well uhh…you see the questions that I would like to ask you has something to do with Christmas. I want to ask you…if it’s alright that is…if you were to, perhaps, become persuaded to love Christmas once more or something like that. A what if kind of question that is. What would be one gift would you want in the whole wide world!? You know…assuming you want to answer that kind of question that is.”

And then Forrest gave off a little nervous laugh and looked at me with his eyes as if he was trying to hide something.

I then stood there, squinted my eyes at him a little bit, as I was a bit suspicious as for what he was up to, but then Wolf came tumbling down the steps once more and he then said out loud in the background, “OW!”

And when that happened, I just went back to the expression that I had before when Forrest had came knocking on my door and then asked Forrest, “What is this little project of yours again?”

Forrest then said, this time cheerfully with an expression on his face and wrapping one of his forearms around my neck and moving other free arms a little bit to show a little bit of gesture, “I can’t tell of course! Like I said…it’s a secret. But don’t worry a single thing about it."

I then said to Forrest, “You either tell me what the project is for or get the fuck out of my house now.”

Forrest then took his arms off of me and had a little less joy on his face, but still had some left and said to me, “Well…I don’t really want to say, but…I thought about what you said in the bar Knight.”

Forrest’s smile then slowly disappeared and it turned into a sad, frowning face, almost as if he was heartbroken and he couldn't accept the truth as to what he was saying. Almost as if he was trying to resist what the truth was, but couldn’t hold back any longer and had to face the music.

And so Forrest continued to say to me, “I thought about it a lot and well…you’re right. This whole Christmas thing and the spirit of it, it’s nothing to get all riled up about. I mean, I still do believe in it Knight. I still have a small part of me that this time of year is the best time of the year and that everypony should experience it. But I get it though Knight…something's were only good when we were younger. Things are only magical when we were younger and as time passes us by it becomes more shitter and shitter and the only thing we have to lay back on is the nostalgic memories of it. And then we lie to ourselves that it was good times and that we’ll find other times like that somewhere else, even though that time was only one of a kind. I get that Knight. But...I still want to hang on to what I’ve got, and one of the things that I have left in this world is Christmas, my friends, and uhhh…my little buddy...thingy…”

Forrest had said that last part while looking nervous and having shifting eyes going back and forth across the room as he was a bit embarrassed to admit his teddy bear was what he loved the most.

However, I didn’t notice right away and didn’t care all that much but I then raised one eye brow and I then asked Forrest, “So is that it?”

I had said if I was unamused, but really deep down I was curious where this was going.

But then Forrest then said to me, as he went back to his sad and heartbroken face, “Well, I thought about it and such and, while I understand what you said, I get it, I fear that little part of me of liking this whole Christmas is dying. As well as everypony around me like you said one day and soon there will be very few ponies left that likes Christmas. Even though it means much to me, I’ll have to let it go one day. I mean sure there will be probably another holiday some jackass in a suit will try and make up to sell us things and convince us it's just the beginning *cough* but those old times will never be the same again and it’s gone forever. And before that little part of me dies and goes away, I just want to say to make a list and make a little poster showing off all the things that we have ever wanted in our hearts during this time of year. If we had that one chance to fall in love with it all over again and bring that magic back and right the wrongs, even if it was just for a day, what would be the one thing that you would wish for? That is why I ask this Knight…”

And then Forrest went from a sad and disappointed look to a nervous and shifty look very quickly as he knew he was lying. He still had the Christmas Spirit, he was just trying to go undercover and let me hear what I wanted to hear so I would cooperate him. At the time, it seemed like something was amiss, but at the same time it sounded so genuine and honest that I fell for it. And that is why I’ll find a way to ban Forrest from the next Christmas Special…because as much as I want to avoid it, the producers has us locked down in a contract. Fucking…asshole.

And the worst part is that he tricked us. Sadly he isn’t a jackass in a suit like everyone else. He’s a jackass in a suit that smokes a cigar. He looked like he knew what he was talking about too. That clever son of a bitch. But chances are we would still fall for it again. So anyways, I then looked at Forrest for a few seconds, even though he was looking nervous and was looking like he was going to sweat or something and was giving me a weird look, I thought about what he had said.

And then I came to a conclusion and finally figured out what he was getting at…at least at the time that is.

So I then said to Forrest, “Ohhhh…I get what you're trying to do..”

And right when I said that, Forrest gave me a confused look on his face, but a surprised confused look where he had one eye brow up, but he didn’t look worried and looked like he was confused, but yet curious and a little bit shocked.

Forrest then said softly to me, “You do?”

I then said to him, as Wolf came tumbling down the steps one last time, “I sure do."

I then raised my left hoof and wrapped it around his neck and said to him, “It’s ok to let it go Forrest. It just means that you’re finally becoming one of us.”

Forrest then was just plain confused on his face and said to me, “I am?...”

I then continued to say, “Yup...you’re finally seeing the way we see things. You’re becoming dead inside just like the rest of us. And soon you’ll just be like us and you’ll be joining the club as well. And then once you’re fully dead inside like the rest of us, we’ll finally stop calling you a faggot and let you join our game nights. I’m proud of you Forrest…you’re growing up. So yeah I’ll answer your questions.”

Forrest then had a big ol’ smile form across his face right when I agreed to do what he had asked of me as well as a little bit of glimmer in eyes and he said to me with enthusiasm, “Really!? Well then, I’m ready when you are!”

And as he had said that, he immediately went and grabbed the note pad and pencil. He was able to hold the note pad with one hoof, but he ended up holding the pencil with his mouth like how everyone else usually does it.

I then said to him, “Yup…you’re slowly becoming dead inside like the rest of us. You’re in the denial stage but soon you’ll be in the acceptance stage like the rest of us…faggot…”

I then said to Wolf, as he was still on the ground after his recent attempt of doing whatever he was trying to do, while not looking at him and just saying to him with my back turned towards him, “WOLF! Go the basement and fetch the beers we serve when we have guests over!”

Wolf then said, as he slowly got up, drunkenly that is, “WE HAVE MORE BEER IN THE BASMEENT!? WHY THE HELL YOU DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU FUCKING NARC!?”

I then said back to Wolf, “Just get the fucking beers.”

Wolf then said back to me as he went to the secret basement thingy while mumbling and being annoyed that he was unaware of the beers downstairs, “Son of a fucking bitch…you’ll get your beers alright.”

I then slightly raised my right hoof as a gesture and said, “Here Forrest, take a seat.”

Forrest then said, while still having a big smile on his face, “Wow…a seat!? I must have really gotten on your good side huh?”

I then said to Forrest, while Forrest was finding a spot on the recliner chair thing, “You’re starting too Forrest…you’re starting to Forrest.”

And keep in mind, I was not smiling or was happy that I thought Forrest was finally becoming one of us, but instead I just had that normal, depressing, ok look on my face as usual. Mostly because we’ve been kept hostages by the studio to do this shit. So, I then took a seat on the couch, well, as much as a pony could do, while Wolf finally came back from the secret basement thingy with all my stuff from earth and came back with three special beers. Wolf gave me one and I used my magic to open it up and took a sip while Wolf just opened up his as usual.

As for Forrest, Wolf gave the last bottle to him, but when Forrest saw the beer, he then said, “Sorry, I’m not in the mood to drink right now.”

Forrest had politely said that with a little nervous smile on his face and I just replied to him with, “Pussy.”

I then took another swig of my beer and Wolf did his as well.

After we were done, I then asked Forrest as he looked ready to jot down any notes at a moment’s notice, “So, the hell you want to know what I would wish for Christmas?”

Forrest then said with a smile on his face, and probably in his heart, “Weeeeelllll…I would like to know if you could have any Christmas gift for whatever reason, big or small, what would it be and why?”

I then rolled my eyes up in my head and thought about it for a few seconds. And as I was thinking about my answer, Forrest was leaning forward in his chair and anticipating my answer.

And after what felt about a minute had passed, I then said to him, “A silver bell.”

Forrest then wrote it down and after as he was doing so, while somehow holding a pen in his mouth, I don’t know, ponies are weirdo sometimes, he said, “Interesting. And why would you want a silver bell; for Christmas? Does it represent a lost childhood memory of yours? Was it something that you lost when your parents died? Did your dead parents give you a special silver bell and it holds a specific meaning in your memory that you forgot about it and you only remember it by seeing it in your dreams during the Christmas season? Or is it because deep down, you loved Christmas so much that something happened that broke your heart to despise Christmas once and for all?”

I then asked Forrest, “What? Where the fuck did you get dead parents from? You know I don’t have any…at least any that I know of…at this moment in time.”

Well…I said that…what do you expect? They didn’t know I was human. They still thought I was one of them, a fucking pony. I wasn’t going to blow my cover, not even on set.

So Forrest then said to me, “I know but...I’m just trying to guess and stuff. But still, why do you want a silver bell, if you mind me asking of course?”

I then said to Forrest, “I don’t have a fucking clue?”

Forrest’s look then went to a bit of a worried look and he then said to me, “But…you just said you want a silver bell? You clearly gave it some thought.”

I then said back to Forrest, as Wolf continued to trickle down his beer, “I know, but do you really think that I have anything to wish for. I’m only doing this because you asked. I didn’t say I would have an answer for you.”

Forrest was then a bit confused, but worried and he then gave a little hesitation and said to me, “Ooookaaaaayyyy….then. Can I ask at least what made you think of a silver bell in the first place?”

I then said to Forrest, “I don’t know. I just thought about it and something in my mind just said to say a silver bell. It felt weird, but I think that’s just the first thing that just happened to pop into my mind, you know?”

Forrest then said to me, “Well…that sounds like a nice wish Knight.”

I then was a bit confused and I asked Forrest, “Really? That’s a nice Christmas gift?”

Forrest then said back to me, “Of course!”

Forrest even said it with a big smile and with his eyes closed...again...but then those eyes opened back up and he then said to me, “It’s such a simple and sweet gift that it’s sort of beautiful in a way. In a way of a dead Christmas wish that is. He he…but it represents what gift giving is all about though. It’s the thought that counts, and the thought in what you would want is nothing big or expensive. Clearly it represents that spirit of Christmas and deep down represents your inner child that begs for you to return to that happy, younger self of yours.”

I then thought about what Forrest had said to me and I was going to say how much of a faggot that he still was, but I brushed it off and I then said to him, “Whatever…”

I then proceeded to chug my beer while Wolf then asked Forrest, in a drunken manor, “What about me you…fucking red covered pony asshole?”

Forrest, who was not offended by Wolf’s language or tone of voice towards him, said to Wolf and looking towards hi, “Oh? And you have a Christmas wish that you would you would receive if you could too Wolf?”

Wolf then said, as he looked a bit messed up in the eyes, mostly from the beer, “Yeah! You hear me right…you fucker! I demand you to ask me the same question like this bastard over here!”

Forrest then said, “I would be delighted to do such a thing Wolf! Go on tell me what you ‘wish' would be?”

Wolf then threw his mostly empty beer bottle to the side, and quickly got back on all fours on the ground and ran up towards Forrest, almost as if he was angry with him or something like that. He even had a bit of an angry look on his face well. And the thing was it was so sudden as well. He had his wooden claws make noises when it went clash against the wooden floor that was a part of my living room.

And his hind legs sort of leapt as Wolf ran towards Forrest as well, all the while the beer bottle he threw to the side broke into several little pieces with some of the beer that was left in it creating a small puddle for Wolf to clean up later because I wasn't going to be cleaning up his shit. That filthy fucking animal. Oh wait...

Anyways, and like I said, Wolf quickly went up to Forrest fast and was only a mere few inches that was left between Forrest and Wolf's face. And they were at eye level too and Wolf was pretty much the alpha here as he was staring Forrest down a little bit. And Forrest had a wide and shocked eyes as this was all sudden and was unsure on how to react to this sort of thing that had just happened.

And as for Wolf, it felt like he had a bit of momentum and immediately put it to a halt once he got close to Forrest's face. And when he was all up in Forrest's face, all Forrest had to look at was Wolf's deepened and sort of trance, mesmerizing eyes as Wolf's eyes have always been just a neon kind of green color with a hint of magic, metaphorically that is, coming out of his eye sockets. And all with no pupils...because timber wolves don't that those sort of things here in Equestria.

Anyways, Once Wolf got close to Forrest's face, he was whispering to him at first, but with a bit of a determination and command in his voice. He was also a bit fast when he spoke it too, while also making weird movements with his eyes that showed weird, but appropriate expressions for he was drunk off his ass.

And so, Wolf said to Forrest, "Give me he beer. All of it."

Forrest then responded while sort of having his face stiff because of Wolf's sudden actions, "Excuse me?"

Wolf then responded to Forrest with, "You heard me you red son of a bitch. I want the good shit. I want the fucking good shit that you pegasi winged mother fuckers have been hiding from us."

Forrest then started to change a bit of his face expression a little but about halfway through as his eyes rolled up to his head and one of his eye brows rose with it and he was trying to figure what Wolf was talking about.

Forrest then said, "I have no idea what you're even talking about Wolf. Wait...are you talking about Cloud beer?"

And then once Forrest had mentioned the correct name to what Wolf was referring to, Wolf immediately backed off and yelled out loud, "YOU DAMN RIGHT YOU FUCKER! I want that fucking pegasi shit! Your kind has been hiding that shit from the rest of Equestria and it's about time I think we have it since us unicorns..."

I then sort of cut him off and corrected him quickly and said as I continued to drink my beer afterwards, "You mean me Wolf..."

And Wolf then continued to speak and say, "Knight and the rest of the unicorns have been feeding all yours asses by planting food in the crop fields and forcing the Zebras to work it all off for hundreds of years!"

I then quickly corrected Wolf again and said to him, "That's the Earth Ponies that make the food and the Zebras have never been enslaved...yet..."

Wolf then continued to talk and he said to Forrest as he tried to show some pride in his drunken voice and in his body position and movement, "My point still stands...you and your kind better bring me my fucking Cloud Beer or there shall be a race war...and it'll start with a school shooting."

I then quickly corrected Wolf one more time and I said to him, "Now that's a bit too far Wolf. Everyone knows that a race war starts with a shooting at your local Wal-mart, then the churches...and then the school comes next. And it only happens when someone becomes the biggest loser too. Thems the rules of a race war."

Wolf then finished with saying to Forrest, "Point proven Knight! Point Proven. So you and your kind Forrest better deliver the goods...and the shit better be legit or else I'll get the...cartels on your asses. I think. Or maybe it's the...gangbangs that I have to get...whatever!!!"

Forrest then sat for a few quick seconds, looking a bit worried and nervous and reacted to Wolf's comments with saying, "Ok but...did you really have to use 'Your Kind?' I mean it just sounds like you have something against the Pegasi or something."

Wolf then quickly got up close to Forrest's face and pointed one of his claws on his left paw towards him and he said to Forrest loudly "YOU'RE DAMN STRAIGHT I DO! You dirty, filthy fucking pegasi and your fancy fucking wings...WHY DIDN'T THE BIG H GIVE ME FUCKING WINGS!?"

I then said to Wolf, and it was a bit out of character because it had to be said...or else...the studio...and I said to Wolf, "Because Hasbro is not affiliated with you or associated with you in any way shape or form. We've already signed the contracts and the courts said we have to put this in the credits of everything that we do or else we'll be sued up the ass. But then the studio's producers got involved and threatened to bomb the Hasbro building...and they also said that it would start the Great Hooky War. Don't ask me what that means, for all I know it means a Texan with a hook like penis."

Wolf then backed off and as he did, he sloppily walked back towards the stairs and he then said as he was stumbling around up the steps, "Whatever...I'm going to...fucking bed...I need my nappy time and some more alchoaly to put me to sleep. I'll see you fuckers in the next few hours or so...YOU HACKS!!!"

And then he went up stairs and slammed my bedroom door. And then me and Forrest sat there in a few awkward moments of silence and Forrest starred at me while I kept looking upstairs.

And once a few moments of silence had passed, Forrest broke it by asking me, "Is he always like this or was it just me?"

I then said as I looked at Forrest and then told him, "Well considering that he's an alcoholic and a sex addict, this is pretty much the norm. I mean he was just drinking on set not long ago."

Forrest then looked at me, obviously breaking the fourth wall a little, "Really? I thought alcohol wasn't allowed on set? I thought it was just water or grape juice?"

I then said to Forrest, "Well he isn't but he threaten to kills the security's families and snuck on to the set anyways."

Forrest then asked me, while putting one of his right hoof on his forehead, "I'm just wondering how he knows about the Cloud Beer? Only Pegasi knows about that and we're not even in the real Equestria right now. His line in the script was supposed to be that he wants a sex toy. Specifically the one that makes it feel like you're doing anal with somepony."

I then pointed out to Forrest, "Wolf thinks we're still in Equestria."

Forrest then said, as he looked like if he had made a realization of something, "Oh...is any of this real though? I mean I know the sets are but everypony else is the same? Like last Halloween?"

I then said to Forrest, "For the most part...yes...and don't ask how or why. The studio tells me jack fucking shit."

Forrest then asked me one last question, "Where are we even being broadcasted?"

I then said to Forrest, "UPN...and the broadcast is being time traveled into the year 2000 and possibly altering the future as we speak."

Forrest then said, "Oh..."

And as one last thing to say to Forrest, "Get the fuck out of my fake house."

AT NEON'S PLACE...

And so, the next scene transition, I mean right after Forrest left my fake home...yeah that's better, he made his way towards Neon's place of work...and also his home. I mean...everything is Neon's home. Neon is everywhere, Neon is everything, Neon is love, Neon is hate, Neon is life, Neon is our hearts, Neon is our minds, Neon is God, and Neon is nothing. Neon does not exist yet he does exist at the same time. Don't think about it too much or else Neon will see you in your nightmares tonight.

Anyway, Forrest made his way to Neon's place and as Forrest was happy as usual and still having his smile on his face. And of course, there was still snow everywhere in and around Stalia and by this point, most of everyone else was out and about, going about their own businesses and such. And Forrest was heading to Neon to ask him what his wish would be. And Forrest walked up right to Neon's place, wasn't even going to knock since it was a place of business and shit. Well, Forrest got up to the front door and right when he was close enough, Neon popped out.

When this happened, Forrest was then taken aback by this, had wide eyes and his back stiffened a little as the door immediately opened and Neon's and some of his upper body, including his forearms, popped out as Neon's facial expression was his usual happy smile and all. Well...at least I think he's happy...that or he's in pain like Forrest's teddy bear.

And with Neon, once he had poked his head and forearms out of the door, it was so sudden and scared Forrest a little bit. It was almost as if Neon had sensed that Forrest was near and he took it upon himself to greet him when he came to the door.

And so with that being said, once Neon had popped out like that, Neon said to Forrest, "HI FORREST! I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU'RE HERE! I'VE GOT A NEW RECIPIE FOR YOU TO TRY OUT!"

Forrest then said, "Wha...AHHHHHHHH!"

Before Forrest got a chance to what he wanted to say, Neon, with all his might and strength, which keep in mind wasn't very much because...Neon...grabbed Forrest with both of his hooves very quickly and almost as if he was nothing and pulled him into the store and as soon as he pulled him in, he then plopped him down right next to the counter. And on that counter was a batch of cupcakes.

And as soon as Forrest was plopped down by Neon, Forrest was left confused and not sure what to say or do as he had that kind of look in his eyes that said, 'Where am I? This isn't the my home? This isn't even my grandchildren. Where am I? Who are you people? Where are my clothes? Where is my underwear? Where are my genitals? And why am I in a bath tub full of ice? Why is there blood everywhere? Why are there markings on body where my kidney would be? What is any of this? And why did I decide to go to New Jersey? This was a bad idea...I knew I should have gone to San Diego. At least there only take one of your lungs and part of your liver. And in San Francisco, they only take your left leg and leave it in a bowl of rice in a rice paddy field somewhere in Vietnam. I'm rating New Jersey 1 star.'

You know that kind of look that you see others have in their eyes. And right as soon as Neon plopped Forrest down right next to him, Neon, who also wasn't wearing any type of winter cloths...but he possibly keeps warm with all the souls that he has reaped....then started to have wide eyes more than usual, as the pupils in his eyes shrunk down to a little dot, pretty much giving him that insane look and he even went a little crossed eyed for a few seconds and had his head titled up just a tad bit.

And right as soon as that happened, Neon then said to Forrest, "HERE, take a cupcake Forrest! It's a new recipe that I have made for the holiday season and I want you to try one!"

And as Neon was saying this to Forrest, he had picked up a cupcake and then made a gesture that was saying that he was offering one to Forrest. And as he made this gesture, Forrest slightly raised his right hoof up in the air a little bit, looked at the cupcake with still a confused look in his eyes, his ears slight pulled backwards, and his mouth a little bit opened, almost as if he was trying to say something but couldn't find the right words to say.

And as soon as Neon was finished asking Forrest to try one of his delicious new cupcakes, Forrest then said, with a bit of an embarrassed look on his face and a nervous smile, "No thanks Neon, I don't really have the time to be trying one of your delightful treats at the moment."

Neon, who had changed facial expression although the pupils did come back to normal size and it looked like he was looking at Forrest instead of looking at two different directions at once, then said to Forrest, "COME ON! YOU HAVE TO TRY IT ONCE FORREST! IT'S GOOD FOR YOU! I MADE IT OUT OF BODY PONY PARTS THAT I CHOPPED UP IN MY BASEMENT BY TRICKING OTHER PONIES INTO EATING A CUPCAKE, THINKING THEY WERE TRYING OUT A FUTURE RECIPE, BUT REALLY I WAS DRUGGING THEM TO HARVEST THEIR ORGANS BECAUSE WHY NOT AND HOPED YOU WOULD ENJOY IT!"

Forrest then went back to his confused look with his eyes looking like they were being worried a little bit and his smile disappearing with Forrest saying, "What?" Neon then said as he put the cupcake that he had on his hoof back with the other batch and picking up the said plate with the batch of cupcake organs and throwing it to the side and making a weird crashing sound when it did hit the floor.

Anyways, Neon said, "KILL THEM ALL!"

Neon then went back into his normal standing position and pretended as if he never made the cupcakes at all.

Forrest, after hearing what Neon had to say, then brushed it off, shook his head a little, rolled his eyes back, and had a little smile and said to him, "Oh Neon you. You're always so random and funny with what you have to say he he..."

And then Neon gave a little cough, although it wasn't a cough, it was like if he was throwing something up from his mouth but yet nothing came out except his tongue, you know like a 'blagh', but if he was throwing something up...but he wasn't.

Well, Forrest then said, "He he...never change Neon...never change."

And as Forrest was saying that, he was smiling even more and had his closed and wrote it off as Neon being funny. But really Forrest was just in denial, like everypony except for me.

Anyways, Neon then asked Forrest, "Well what are you waiting for Forrest!? Ask me the question you were about to ask me!"

Forrest then got out his note pad and pen and had his eyes back to being open and such and looked like he was comfortable and he then said to Neon, "Well, alright then NNeo...wait...how did you know what I was here for?"

Neon then wrapped one of his forearms around Forrest's neck which in turn pushed Forrest's head a little down as Neon stood on his back hind legs and waved his other free forearm as Neon looked down at Forrest while Forrest had his eyes looking upwards to Neon, "COME FORREST! JOIN ME IN MY CHRISTMAS TRADITION IN DECORATING THE CHRISTMAS TREE! YOU'RE JUST IN TIEM TO HELP ME LIGHT IT UP AND SING THE RITUAL SONG!"

Forrest then thought about saying something, but he didn't because he was unsure of what Neon was talking about. He even had that worried look return to his face. And as soon as Neon was finished with what he was saying, he then let go of Forrest and walked over to his Christmas tree. That was in the middle of the party shop. But it really wasn't a Christmas tree. Really it was a combination of bodies of humans and ponies that were all still alive, tied up, and some had duct tape over their mouths. They looked like they were beaten to a bloody pulp, some had blood coming out of their mouths. Some were even groaning and moaning in pain and some even had broken arms and legs with bones sticking out of the skin.

And they were all in one big pile too. They all looked like they wanted to die. Not only that, but with some of the human beings inside the pile, some were completely naked as well. And Neon, who had let go of Forrest, was walking towards the pile and giving it one last look. And as Neon was walking towards his Christmas tree, Forrest then had a shocking look on his face, but one of those shocking looks where only the eyes look like they were shocked by everything was felt lifeless.

Forrest then said quietly to himself, "Ohh...how did I not see that?"

And then once Neon was right next to his Christmas tree, he gave a smile and all, and went up to one of the human being that were capture. It was a man who appeared to be in his 40's or so, who was also wearing a black coat and a casual white shirt. He looked like he was a normal human being until one day Neon kidnapped him and tortured him.

Well Neon went up to this man, who was looking like he was trying to breath and say something, Neon ripped the duct tape over his mouth, still with his smile and all.

And once the man had his voice back, he quickly gasped for air, but after he gasped air, he looked over to Forrest in a panic and yelled out, "HELP US!! PLEASE HELP US FOR THE LOVE OF GOD FUCKING HELP US! THIS...THING IS INSANE! WE WERE ALL MINDING OUR BUSINUESS WHEN THIS THING SHOWED UP AND TOOK US HOSTAGE! PLEASE I JUST WANT TO GO HOME TO MY FAMILY! HE TOURTEED US FOR DAYS WITHOUT A BREAK! JUST PLEASE LET US FREE DAMN IT! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!"

And as soon as the man was finished yelling at the top of his lungs, Neon looked into his eyes, and still having a perfect, big smile across his face, gave him a big ol' slap across the face and said to him in a sort of New Yorker type accident, "Shut Up!"

And then he walked away and went behind the register for a few seconds. And while that happened, Forrest just watched as this all happened. And then as soon as Neon came back from behind the register, Neon was holding a can of gasoline in his mouth and was walking back towards the pile of bodies of both human and ponies that he had just sitting right there. And as soon as the man saw it, he said to himself, "Oh dear god help us!" And then Neon got to work on decorating his Christmas tree by weirdly standing on his two back legs and using his two front hooves and throwing the gasoline everywhere on his tree.

And as he was doing so, Neon then looked slightly back towards Forrest and asked him, "So Forrest, what are you waiting for!? ASK ME! ASK ME!"

Forrest, trying not to get on Neon's bad side, then asked Neon along with having a nervous smile on his face and trying to act cool in front of Neon with what he was doing, "Uhhh…right right right, so Neon...if you could have one gift for Christmas that you have always wanted, what would ask for and why?"

And so Forrest was ready to write down Neon's answer and Neon, as he was continuing with his decorating and shit, said to Forrest, "Let me think about that for a quick second Forrest...hmmmm..."

And as Neon was talking, Neon was moving around the pile of bodies, and keep in mind the bodies were stacked high enough to the point where once Neon was behind the bodies, Forrest couldn't see Neon other than hear his voice.

Anyway, Neon continued to say to Forrest, "Well, what I would want for Christmas is a hippo!"

Forrest then had a confused look on his face, but yet a curious one at that as he had a one eye brow that went high up due to his confusion and he asked Neon, "A hippo? Why a hippo?"

Neon then said to Forrest, "Because I'm going to need one to sacrifice later in order to complete the ritual!"

Forrest, with still his confused look on his face as Neon then said, "The Ritual!"

Forrest then said as he was jotting down neon's wish for Christmas, "Uhhh...ok then..."

And then Forrest was writing the stuff down while was Neon finishing up his decoration of his Christmas tree. And once he was done, Neon threw the gas can aside and out of sight and went back on all fours once more and then got in place. Forrest was finishing jotting down his little note, right when Neon was about to light the Christmas tree and he just stood there and watched as he was powerless to do anything.

And so, Neon, who was right in front of the tree, asked the man, "Ok you go bye bye now."

And then Neon immediately opened his mouth to reveal a match and held it in place and then a little flame appeared, all while Neon was looking a little cute as well, at least the kids would say nowadays anyways.

And as the man saw this, he said out loud, "WAIT, PLEASE!"

But then it was too late as Neon then threw the lit match on to the pile of bodies and the whole thing was quickly engulfed in flames as everyone and everything in it started to scream in pain as they were being burned alive. And as soon as Neon was Finished and was satisfied with looking upon his hard work, he then went back to Forrest, turned around to see this tree, and wrapped his left forearm around Forrest's neck.

He then yelled out to Forrest, "COME FORREST! SING WITH ME THE CHIRSTMAS TREE SONG!!!"

And Forrest then looked towards Neon without moving his head, sort of having his look to the right side of him with shifting his eyes and he then looked back at the Christmas tree as the flames burned the bodies and such. Forrest then had a nervous, more of an embarrassment smile on his face as if he had just gotten caught red handed...hoof…whatever, or something to that degree.

And then Neon started to move left to right gently and Forrest followed suit as Neon then started to sing, "O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree ..."

And then he singed that classical Christmas song throughout the time Forrest was there. And Forrest just played along with it...time for the next scene...I mean place where Forrest went to next...

AT MAC'S PLACE...

And so for the next scene...oh fuck it. For the next scene change, Forrest went to Mac's farm. However, the script called for a sort of time skip thingy so Forrest is already there and told Mac what he was doing there. They are of course outside as Mac is busy trying to do something to his apple trees. What he was trying to do in unclear. But what was happening though was that Mac was standing on his two back legs while he was leaning on the tree itself. And yes, there were apples on the tree, it looked a title bit weird but it was there And also, the apples on the tree looked rotten and looked like they wanted to kill themselves.

Anyway, Forrest was sitting at a little wooden picnic table that was just oddly enough out there in the middle of the apple field, but Mac didn’t even know why it was there in his field sometimes. Well, Forrest was sitting at the table, with his note pad on the table and the pen in his mouth, trying to talk to Mac. Mac was looking up at the tree and was giving an ok expression across his face.

And so Forrest asked Mac, "So if you could have anything for Christmas, what would it be?"

And then Mac, who was still leaning against the tree, made a thinking face, you know, where you have your eyes rolled back and your hand...or in this case hoof...on your chin and you go 'hhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm'. Hhhhhmmmmmm...

And Mac thought about his answer for a little bit. But then he thought of one and quickly looked towards Forrest and he then had a sort of confident look on his face as he then said to Forrest with his usual southern accent, "I would wish for a cross bow. A good cross bow so I could aim at Applejack's head and save everypony from tyranny."

Forrest, who still had a smile and was not taken aback from Mac’s answer, then went and said, "A cross bow...got it.."

And Forrest proceeded to write down Mac's wish and why.

AT ARRELL'S PLACE...

And so for the next place where Forrest went to, it was Arrell's place. Of course it was a bit of a way's out of Stalia, but as usual not too far for Forrest. Well Forrest was near Arrell’s shed as Arrell was bringing something into the shed with him and he looked a little depressed and a little down in the dumps. Forrest was standing with the notepad in hoof and the pen of course in his mouth.

Forrest then asked Arrell, "So what would you wish for?"

Arrell, as he was halfway through the door, "Cologne"

Arrell of course stopped halfway through the door and looking at Forrest. Forrest then said to Arrell with a bit of a smirk on his face, "Ahhh...I get it. You want to catch those mares' attention don't you?"

Arrell then said, "No, I mean cologne of a Rabbid Frog from the Everfree Forrest. You get it from its piss."

Forrest then had a shocking look, but also a confused look as well. He then asked Arrell, "But why though?"

Arrell then said, "It's so I can attract other animals that I could maybe force other animals to breed with...forcefully..."

Forrest then said as he jotted down his little notes, "A Cologne from the Rabbid Frog...got it…"

And as soon as Forrest was finished with what he was writing down, he then looked at Arrell with his usual smile and both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

And then Arrell broke that silence and said to him, "Stay out of my shed."

And then Arrell quickly forward inside his shed and slammed the door, in which case Forrest had a surprised look on his face.

AT JACK'S HOME

And so, the last place that Forrest had to visit was Classy Jack's home. And his home was also his place of business. Yup, Jack is...classy that way...I guess. Anyways, once more, Forrest was already there, knocked on his door, got threatened by Jack if it was his little brother, which it wasn't, and he let him in. And then they both sat at the kitchen table and just like Arrell, Jack had an ok look on his face while Forrest remains with his usual hopeful looking face. Anyway, Forrest was at the table, with the note pad on the flat surface and the pen in his mouth, ready for Jack to give him his answer that he was looking for.

Forrest then asked Jack, "So, what would you wish for if you still gave a flying buck about Christmas Jack?"

Classy Jack then looked at Forrest in the eyes and told him without changing any expression on his face, "A rare piece of Jewelry. Also you're a faggot for saying 'buck'. You could have at least have said 'fook' and be less gay, but you didn't…you fucking...wanker piece of shit. Also...why are you asking me what I would wish for Christmas?"

And with that said, Forrest was taken aback, shocked to the core as his mouth was left agape and then the pen that he held in his mouth fell out, with his eyes wide. He wasn't socked because Jack insulted him, no that happened every day. Instead he was taken aback by Jack getting suspicious of him. Sure he was keeping his cool with me, but he knows that Jack is smarter than me when it comes to these kinds of things.

But Forrest quickly shook his head back and forth quickly and then changed his shocked expression into an expression that showed that he was lying about something but was trying to cover it up with a nervous smiles and a little bit of sweating.

Forrest said to Jack, "What!? No...I'm not trying to ask you guys what you want Christmas and buy you these gifts for Christmas? Why would I ever do such thing after what you said to me at the bar yesterday? He he..."

And with that little laugh he gave off at the end, Forrest became even more nervous, but of course Jack could see through Forrest's lie as he still had his ok expression on his face. Better yet it was his asshole look you could say where he looks normal but really he'll go full asshole at any second. Anyways, he had an asshole look on his face but raised one of his eye brows up, pretty much saying, 'You're caught red handed mother fucker. You're done. Time to go to prison where Bubba is going to get right behind you...and give you a nice back massage...and then he'll stick his dick in ya...' Yeah...that kind of look.

Anyways, after Forrest tried to lie his way out, Jack then said, "Not only are you a faggot, but you're a terrible liar as well."

And with that said, Forrest immediately 'deflated' as he sort of laid back in his chair, no longer had a smile on his face and instead traded for a sad, disappointed, down in the dumps kind of face, and his arms hanging low.

He then gave a slight sigh and said to Jack, "You caught me red hoofed Jack."

Jack then said, while giving a curious look to his face, "What were you doing this for anyway?"

Forrest then said, while hanging his head low due to his huge failure of trying to keep what he was doing a secret, "I was trying to figure out what you guys would want for as a Christmas gift. Then I would have gone out of my way to get those gifts and THROW a HUGE party for all of us for Christmas later tonight. And I thought that we would get to play games, laugh, tell jokes, and just have fun and celebrate the holiday all together...as friends."

And as Forrest was saying this, he was making gestures with his hooves and moving it up and town and the like to imply what he saying. And towards the end he had laid his head float down on the table while Jack was following along, especially with his eyes.

So with that being said, Forrest got his head off the table, but continued to let it hang real low, and said in a disappointing tone, "I guess you're going to tell the other guys and make fun of me or something...huh?"

Jack then said in his response while having wide eyes and a little smile on his face, "What? No! I want help you Forrest!"

And with those words entering Forrest’s ears, he had a late reaction so he then said, "Ok then...I guess I'll.."

And in that moment, Forrest's head propped up straight with a shocked face and all and he was surprised by it as he said, "Wait what?"

Jack then said, as he leaned a little forward towards onto the table to get a little closer to Forrest to make his point while moving his hooves a little bit, "You heard me Forrest. I want to come along to help you out too."

He even said it all with a smile and with a little bit of hope on his face. Forrest then asked Jack, with a confused but curious look on his face, "But...you're Classy Jack. You're an asshole and always make fun of me for everything that I do! Why would you want to help me all of a sudden?"

Jack then defended himself, with sitting back straight in his seat and making some more hoof gestures and such as well as having his right hoof go to his chest a little but, "Oh come on Forrest. Even we assholes have to take a bit of a break from being an asshole sometimes. Even us assholes have a heart you know?"

Jack even closed his eyes a little bit as well, showing some confidence in his words. And after what Jack had said to Forrest, Forrest started to gain a little bit of hope back. Actually scratch that, Forrest started to gain A LOT of hope back as his head moved forward and his body started to lean on the table with his hooves firmly planted on the table itself.

Forrest then said with a glimmer in his eyes and said to Jack, "Really? You mean that Jack?"

Jack then said, "Sure...just as long as you get me that present you asked me about."

Jack had said that with a bit of a teasing tone all with a smile on his face with eyes being closed. Forrest then said out loud, "OH HAPPY DAYS AHREAD OF ME! I CAN'T WAITTO GET STARTED!!!"

Forrest had said that as he raised his hooves into the air while still maintaining some sort of balance. He even had wide, big eyes with a shimmer, glimmer sparkling through his eyes, showing that he had hope and optimism fill his heart with pure glee. And then...a montage happened...both within the script and what happened on set...don't ask...

MONTAGE...

And so a montage happened, and with no words too so I only have write down what happened in my own words and create what they call "Imagery" for you people...alright let's begin. And just for the record, the script was...a bit weird when it came to this bit, so just be thankful this was all that happened on set. So where do I start with one of these...montages? Well, I suppose what happened was that they first went to the store.

And as they were on their journey, collecting the items that they sought after for, they had smiles on their faces, big smiles I should add, as they were out together both as friends collecting the stuff. So they went to a store first, just a general store. And at this store they sold various Christmas items for decorations and what not. Along with some Christmas related food too like fruit cake and...Whatever egg nog is made out of…it's made out of people isn't it? It's made out of the juice of the unborn fetus isn't it?

Fucking knew it. Anyway, Forrest was pushing a cart around the store, with a big smile and all, and eyed an assortment of silver bells. So he went ahead, grabbed one with his hoof and put it in the cart. As for Jack, he was close by within Forrest’s field of vision and he had various items for the Christmas party in his cart. And he too of course, like I stated before, had a big smile on his face. He even looked at Forrest and gave him a slight wink with his right eye.

And off to the next place where they then headed was into the liquor store, but in the clouds. Basically their next item on the list was Wolf's very much requested Cloud Beer. I have no idea what it is, but I'm sure it's something. Anyways, Forrest had just picked up a case of cloud beer and walked to the checkout counter. He had a nervous smile on his face and was sweating a little bit. And behind the counter stood a guy of q tall and big size with side burns and all. He looked like someone not to be messed with all with thick eye brows and a pissed off look.

And once Forrest put the cloud beer on the counter to be checked out, the cashier pointed a sign right next to him that read 'YOU MUST BE 21 OR OVER TO PURCAHSE ALCHOAL! NO MINORS OR ZEBRAS ALLOWED TO PURCHASE ALCHOAL.'

And so Forrest then took out an id out of his little bag thing and gave it to the cashier. And when the cashier took it, he then gave it a close look into it. And it was a fake ID. Yeah...apparently Forrest isn't 21, ...apparently he' 15...who would have thought? No seriously he is...he's like the youngest one out of all of us and he's just been getting away with it as well drinking beer at the bar for like years. I mean I'm more surprised than you are right now. But apparently the other guys are like 17-ish or so in age. Yeah...weird...but ok, but the thing to note is…Ponies here are at adult age round 16 or so, so by Equestria standards, we can fuck whatever mare we want as long as it under 16.

Just as long as we’re not in the US, but Forrest…he’s still a borderline minor. Although Wolf is like…23 I think, last time I checked anyways. So, the ID looked obviously fake as a picture of Forrest was poorly glued on to another person's picture and stuff was written in marker about his age and such. And then of course the cashier looked back and forth between Forrest and the fake ID, and then he gave a big smile like Jack and Forrest and believed it was real.

And then he pressed a button on the register and rung him up. And so Forrest then looked back to him where Jack had his face pressed against the window, looking at him and seeing how everything was going. Jack then gave a wink towards Forrest and Forrest gave a wink back.

And so the next stop was back on the ground in Stalia, for they were now tasked to find and retrieve a hippo for Neon. And he was a big hippo too and was just in the middle of Stalia.

And the fact that there was a big ol' fucking hippo in the middle of the town was amazing, as it was never before seen and...Ok I'm just fucking with y'all. It was actually a tiny hippo. Yes those exist back in Equestria, where there are just tiny hippos. There are usually some bigger hippos of course but...it was just a tiny hippo walking down in the middle of the street, minding its own business like a bug.

And it had its mouth opened as it was yawning and such and it was walking down the street somewhat slowly. And Jack and Forrest were between it, looking down at it. They looked at each other, gave sort of a half confused look with their left eye brows raised up high and then they both shrugged, pretty much saying, 'Well that's weird, but we can roll with it I guess.' And then Forrest took the tiny hippo and ran.

And now for the cross bow as that was the next item on the list. They both went into a weapons store, and by this point in time, they were starting to sell guns too...who would have thought...right? Well anyways, they walked in; everything was nice and wooden like for whatever odd reason. And the guy behind the counter was waiting for them to select a purchase of some kind. But instead Jack and Forrest went up to the counter and Jack pointed to a crossbow that would have been perfect for Mac. And of course Jack had a smile and all.

So the guy behind the counter, who looked like a normal stallion of sorts, looked behind him to see a picture with a sign that said, 'DO NOT SELL TO THESE PONIES. THEY ARE CONSIDERED DANGEROUS!!!'

And then he looked down at the long line of pictures and it included that horney bee mare, some drugged up hobo, a picture of Mac, and a picture of Classy Jack. But then the stallion behind the counter looked back, made a thinking face, and then immediately grabbed the cross bow that was hanging on the wall. And he did so with a big smile on his face.

And he then handed it over to Jack and he then grabbed it, held it in the hair with both of his hooves as if it was some sort of trophy to him, looked over to Forrest and they both in unison winked at each other with a smile and all.

And so the penultimate place comes up next where they went to get that weird animal cologne thing for Arrell. They were in the swamp part of the Everfree Forest that was near Stalia.

And the Rabbid Frog was just sitting in the middle of some shallow filled swamp water and the Rabbid Frog was all red and stuff and looked like it had problems...scary problems... It had weird bug eyes and it looked kind of poisonous if not careful around it. It even had some thorns sticking out of its back. But Forrest and Jack was behind it and front of it. Jack was behind and Forrest in front of it. Forrest was holding a jar while Jack went ahead and grabbed the frog, turned it around and Forrest jammed a stick inside of its asshole and then pee came out of it.

And they also had cloth pins on their noses to protect their nostrils from the musky smell from the Rabbid Frog's pee. And then once the jar was filled with the awful pee, Forrest put a lid on it and sealed it tight. And then Jack let it go and they were both smiling through. And as soon as the Rabbid Frog was let go of, they both gave each other a hoof five...high five...whatever...and winked both at each other.

And so for the final stop, Jack's wish, which was a piece of jewelry...a jewel. Maybe it was rare...maybe it was not...maybe some zebras died over it. Who knows? What matters is that it's a thing everyone wants it and it had a high value placed on it.

Anyways, they went to a jewelry store that was in town. The whole place was all nice and classy and stuff, pretty much would fit Classy Jack's look and stuff. And there was an old stallion with a pair of rounded glasses and a nice bow tie suit, waiting patiently for some customers to waltz on in and buy something. He seemed like a nice pony too.

And then Jack and Forrest came breaking in through the door, while they had ski-mask over their faces while jack was holding a gun somehow. And Forrest was holding a light brown colored back...that DIDN'T have the dollar sign on it...ha...can't be sued now...and Jack basically held up the guy selling the stuff.

The old stallion of course held his hooves up somehow and Jack went ahead, broke through the glass that was protecting the jewelry, as it always is in these cases, and took the jewel that he laid eyes on and put in the bag. And he then shot the old stallion and they then made a run for it, all by breaking through one of the glass windows of the store. And that was about it…no smiling…just death and despair.

And so, that pretty much ends it for the montage as they went and finished gathering everything that they needed.

Of course Forrest was going to back to his home and he was flying somewhat gently in the air, having a peace of mind. And Jack was following too as he was sitting on a cloud that Forrest was able to drag along with. And you know...Jack knew the spell for him to be able to stand on a cloud and what not. Well anyways, both Forrest and Jack had smiles on their faces and Forrest was happy as he could be. Nothing could go wrong as he had it in his mind. and then Jack swiftly, but surely, gave Forrest a big push, almost as if he was hitting him, and pushed him out of the sky. What an aaaaaaaaassshooooolllleeee...

Anyways, Forrest, right after Jack had pushed him out of the sky, fell hard to ground as it was all unexpected and it was from the back as well as making Forrest lose his balance. It was all silent too as well except for the part where crashed towards the ground. And so Forrest of course landed on the ground hard too as once he crashed into the ground, he tumbled and rolled over and pretty much got himself banged up pretty badly.

By the time he stopped tumbling and rolling and such, he had a lot of bruises, it looked like some of his teeth fell out, he had a black eye, and he just looked miserable. And as for the stuff that he had in his hands, it just so happened to fall into a fire that was nearby.

Yes, a classic trash can fire where the hobos go and try and keep warm. Well the stuff fell in there...and yes...even the tiny hippo got engulfed by the flames as it died screaming in pain. This is what it sounded like...

And the tiny hippos sounded like that while it was being burned alive slowly. But don't worry, that species is still around...somewhere in Stalia that is...I think. But the poor tiny hippo... Anyways, as soon as that happened, Jack was having a little smile on his face, pretty much proud of what he had done just then.

As for Forrest, he sort of half looked up towards Jack, who was above him on that cloud thingy, but not too far, and asked him, "Why did you do that Jack? I thought we were bonding as friends?"

Jack then gave Forrest, even though he couldn't see it, a look that said he was confused a little bit. In other words, one of his eye brows were up and his two hooves were up in the air as well to show a little bit of motion with his hooves.

Jack then said, "I'm an asshole Forrest. That’s my character! What did you expect?"

And then Forrest, as he raised his right hoof up a little bit, "Character development?"

Jack then went back to his ok look...or asshole look as from before, although with a tad bit more expression than usual and said to Forrest, "What are you...fucking retarded!? Of course I'm not allowed to have any character development...at least not yet that is. I don't know, I'm still trying to work it out with the producers, they want me to sign a contract, and they want to also have my soul. And I thought I was the asshole."

Forrest then said, while still raising his right hoof up, "Well...can you at least help me get up?"

Jack then put his left hoof to his chin, titled his head upwards a bit, and rolled his eyes a bit backwards and said to him, "Huh...let me think about that for a minute uhhh...NO! FUCK YOU! HA HA HA HA... FAGGOT!"

And as Jack said those last words to Forrest, Jack leapt off the cloud and went back to his business of being an asshole. And then the cloud floated back up to join with the other clouds...I guess. And Forrest was left there, on the ground with snow nearby so it a bit extra cold and everything, despite him having his winter cloths and everything.

And as his mangled body was lying there, Forrest then said to himself, "Well...I suppose since its noon, I can get up and get everything fixed before tonight. Just as long as it doesn't cut to commercial brea..."

HEEEEEEEY KIIIIIIIIIIDS!!! It’s your good ol’ buddy ol’ pal WAKKO THE CLOWN AGAIN! This time I’m here to send you all a happy holiday message! And I said Holidays because we can’t let the Jews Win! Well as you can see here, I just broke into this family’s home and AXED them a question if they are having a great holiday season with WAKKO THE CLOWN! WAKKO THE CLOWN! WAKKO THE CLOWN!!! They said YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!! And they are sure smiling and having a good ol’ gay time as I shoved a little AX into their skulls, even the KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDS WERE HAPPY WHEN THEY SAW WAKKO THE CLOWN! WAKKO THE CLOWN!! WAKKO THE CLOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWNNNN!!! Even their pet doggy is having a fun time this season, he really seems to like THE OVEN a lot! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!

It’s always a fun time when WAKKO THE CLOWN IS AROUND!!! So remember kids, you better unlock those doors so WAKKO THE CLOWN! WAKKO THE C LOWN!! WAKKO THE CLOWN!!! Can come into your home and SPREAD Holiday cheer to all of your family members!!! I’ve got balloons, presents, Bimmy the Bomb, Edgy the Knives, Bas the Gas, my pet Chinny the Chainsaw, and Axiom the Demon that I called upon in a blood sacrifice ritual the other day! And always remember kids, look at the moon…look at the moon. Look at the moon! Look at the moon!! Look at the moon!!!

LOOK AT THE MOON! LOOK AT THE MOON!! LOOK AT THE MOON!!! LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHEMOON LOOKATTHE…

Uh oh…do you hear that kids? Police Sirens! Looks like that’s my cue to get the fuck out of here! Well, I’ll see you around kiddos….

LOOKATTHEMOON!!!

Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas, and that’s right little boys and girls, I said Christmas! I’m not being naughty because the Jews are wrong! Well, I’m ol’ St. Nick here, to tell you to have a Merry Christmas this year! And…I have a little special surprise, but shhhhh…don’t tell your parents about it though as it’s just a little secret between you and me. I’ve got a little special message to tell you, and all you have to do is call, 1-800-FUCK MY ASS-6969, and I’ll talk to you, right on the telephone too.

And we can just…talk…we can talk about what you want ol’ Santa Claus to bring you this Christmas season. You can tell me all the good things you’ve done this year. And you can even tell me all of the…naughty, things that you’ve done this year. Especially the naughty things. It’s alright, don’t be afraid to call up Santa Claus and tell me all the NAUGHTY things that you’ve done all of this year.

I won’t tell your parents. I won’t even tell another soul…it’ll just be between you and me. In fact, I’ll give you a special little gift under the tree and stocking this year if you do tell me all of the NAUGHTY little things you’ve done this year little boys and girls…just give old Santa here sometime to prepare with the lotion and tissues.

*Santa licks and smacks his lips sexually*

Oh look, it sounds like one of you wants to tell me how NAUGHTY you were this year. Well, let’s pick up the phone and let’s find out then…ho ho ho!!!

Ho Ho Ho..and Merry Christmas, do you want to tell me your name little boy?

“My name is Billy. How did you know I was a boy?”

Why, Santa always knows…and the sound of your breath [small]…

*Santa licks lips aggressively*

So Billy, how old are you?

“I’m…I’m 6 years old.

And tell me Billy, what would you like for Christmas this year?

“I want a…I want a toy truck this year!!!

Ho ho ho…that sounds delightful Billy!!! So uhhh…what are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing uhhhh….”

“Billy…Billy who are you talking to!?”

“I’m Talking to Santa Claus mommy! Santa told me to do so on the TV screen! Do you want to talk to Santa mommy?”

“BILLY, GET OFF THE PHONE THIS INSTANT! GET ME THE PHONE AND GO TO YOUR ROOM! “

…

“YOU STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY YOU HEAR! STOP CALLING OUR HOUSE! WE HAVE ALREADY FILED A REPORT WITH THE POLICE AND IF YOU COME ANY WHERE NEAR OUR SON, MY HUSBAND WILL SHOOT YOU ON SIGHT!!! NOW STOP CALLING OUR HOME AND LEAVE US ALONE!!!”

…

Well then…it sounds like they don’t want innocent St. Nick near their children…too bad a certain someone knows where they hide the spare key at….he he…he he he he…ha ha ha, Ha Ha H a Ha, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAA HAAAAAAAAAAAA! HA HA AH OH HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO!...ho ho ho...MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL BOYS AND GIRLS! I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR CALLS NOW, SO DON’T DISAPPOINT OR ELSE YOU’LL GET COAL THIS CHRISTMAS UP YOUR STOCKING…

*Santa makes slurping sounds with his mouth and anus*

This holiday season, go see the movie The Little Green Wrinch! “Oh gee I hate Christmas.” It’s all about a little green midget boy that hates the holiday season! “Ehhh…I fucking hate Christmas.” “Fuck Christmas.” “I don’t want anyone to be happy so I’m going to ruin it for everyone else mmmkay…” The Little Green Wrinch hates the holidays so much that he tries to take it away from everyone else! “Ehhhh...I’m going to dress up like Santa Claus and be an asshole to everybody.” And so he goes around, stealing all the presents! Oh no! “Ehhh...I don’t have a heart.” But then The Little Green Wrinch learns the true meaning of the holiday season. “Ehhh...I guess I have a heart now…ehhhh…” And so he grows a heart on the inside and gives everyone’s holiday back! “Ehhh…here’s all your stuff back. Gee whiz, I’m sure am sorry for acting like a douchebag to you all. I wish you all a merry C*******s to you all…except for the Jews, get out of my house damn it…get the fuck out of my house now…” It’s fun for the whole family! Critics say it’s the best Syncro-vox animated movie of all time. The Little Green Wrinch, go see it a theatre near you. “Ehhh fuck you little boy…”

*The little green Wrinch hits a kid…*

Rated PG-13...

And now a message from the Grease Boi…

"It is dark, with an open, spacious room, all with one light that barely lights up one spot in the room. And then comes out from the shadows is a figure. And the figure comes closer and closer until it reaches the light. And what comes into the light is a scrawny old man that is covered in grease. He has man tits that are saggy with a belly that perturbed outwards. And his big, old man slong hung out as well and it looked like a weird, horrifying unidentified creature of some sort. But the old man had a bit of hair left, grey hair that looked like it was a mess and wasn't combed, along with a big bald spot on the middle of his head. And as for his face, he looks old, with wrinkles all around his face and eyes."

Hi…it’s me...the Grease Boi, America’s sweetheart. *cough* I am here today to tell you all, even the Jews, to have a Merry Christmas or Hanukkah! Except for the blacks, you can go fuck yourselves…Kwanza my asshole… I want to let you know, that the Grease Boi loves all of you, even the dirty Mexicans. But not the dirty sand people though.

And that, this Christmas season, we should all put our differences aside, except for nuclear war, and have a peaceful Christmas this season. It is important to do this to teach our kids, even the autistic ones, but not the mentally retarded ones, that we need to all work together, except with the dirty France, we need to burn them, and bring world peace. Except for Malaysia, we need to nuke it. Our kids are growing up in dark times right now, so for the birth of Babu Jebus’s sake, let’s do him all a favor and hang all the Canadians. We should also try and get rid of Israel too, those mother fuckers ripped me off when I went there for mother’s daughter’s cousin’s, third uncle’s fifth aunt’s birthday at their dirty Chucky Cheeses.

It wasn’t even a good Chucky Cheeses. The giant rat didn’t want to eat the green cheese that I was saving in my pocket for the past twelve months so I could give it to a rat. So I shot him and then I was politely asked to leave…that’s when a Jew robbed me. So this Christmas, do the right thing…and kill anyone that doesn’t like pizza rolls because those are the true monsters in our society. So, have a Merry Christmas, and have a happy new year. Now why don’t you come back to bed honey...

…

Come on, come back to bed with me. I know you want to fix me breakfast, but we can just lie in my bed and enjoy each other’s company as I breathe down your neck and whisper that I want to make sweet love to you, specifically in your left ear. So why don’t you come back to bed with me dear? Hold on, I feel a little dry…

"The old man then proceeds to grab a big tub of grease that is sitting right next to him. He then takes his hands and dips it into the grease to get a good feeling of the slimy, yellow, stench filled grease with his big, bare, old man hands. And then the old man proceeds to scoop up a ton of grease, as the crease drips from his hands. And then after taking a good look at the grease with his mouth a little wide open, the old then slathers the grease all over his body, but also proceeds to concentrate on the nipples that remain on his old man tits. And as he slathers the grease all over his body, he takes his hands and raises them up just a little bit so only his index finger and middle finger are the only things touching his glistening, grease covered body. And then the old man takes the grease and pushes it over to his old man nipples, where he then proceeds to rub it into tiny circles around his old man nipples"

Oh yeah…that’s the stuff. My lips are a little dry too, let me get them moist.

"The old man then proceeds to start, but slowly licking his lips. His tongue slowly peeks out of his mouth, almost as if the old man is uncertain if this is what he wants to do. But this is what he lives for. This is his reason for existing. So the old man sticks his tongue out a little bit further outwards and then proceeds to lick his entire lips in a counter clockwise motion. He slowly licks his lips, giving it moisture so it doesn't go dry."

Oh yeah baby…ok camera guy, let me touch your nipples…

…

Come on over here, I want to touch your nipples.

…

Come over here now before I send you back to the ram ranch god damn it.

Well that was a weird commercial break. I was waiting to see the commercial for the Big Chunky O’s cereal to come out…guess they don’t want to play the ad. Well, where did we leave off, oh yeah, that’s right? So basically saying, since there was a commercial break, several hours has passed since Forrest was pushed from the sky by Jack, and that basically means Forrest has a lot less time to regather everything that he has lost. And that means with what little there is left, because it is winter after all, it’s about to become a lot less bright outside, and the sun wasn’t out that much to begin with even.

So with that being said, several hours have passed and during those hours, Forrest was trying to pull himself together. It took him a while, but once he got up, he didn’t look happy anymore. Instead, he just looked like he his sad, usual self from when he was at the bar. But at the very least, he didn’t look as much in bad shape, almost as if a scene change magically healed all of his wounds…and that’s just the magic of TV for you. Well, anyways, Forrest was brushing himself off as there was still some dirt left on him and his winter clothes from when Jack pushed him down to the ground and rolled all over in the dirt with a tad bit of snow attached to it.

But once he got back up, he still had his little white bag thing that he had been carrying with him this entire time. Once Forrest was done however, he then looked up towards the sky with worry, seeing how much light there was left in the day. He saw how little it was as it was fading away from the sky and into Luna’s goodnight. And it made Forrest worry a lot. But then he thought he’d check on the time, and so he looked by to see if there were any nearby buildings that had a clock. And sure enough, there was a big ol’ clock nearby that was in the window of a nearby shop.

So Forrest turned to look at it, while gritting his teeth, prepared to see what time it was. And when he did, he saw that the time was 4 o’ clock. And once Forrest saw the time, he was exceedingly worried. He even hung his head in shame a little as he was embarrassed how much time he had lost. There was very little time left in the day before Christmas Day, and he only had so much time left. He was sad that so much time had passed him by and part of him in his mind and heart just wanted to give up right then and there.

But in his heart knew that he had to keep going, but it was worrying to see how much time was left on the clock. Forrest eventually raised his head up, and with the exception of the nearby hobos, he was the only one around.

So Forrest ended up saying to himself, “Ohhhhhh…why didn't I just put the stuff in my bag? Well…maybe it would have still gotten damaged, but still. I’m such an idiot. I let the thought that Jack was trying to actually help and a montage get the better of me. And there’s only so much time left! I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it in time!”

Forrest had a look of despair on his face when he had said that to himself, but he then quickly shook his head left to right in a frequent pace and then after he did that, he had a slight smile on his face, but with still a hint of worry in his eyes as he said to himself, “Relax Forrest. I’ll be able to make it in time. I just got to get everything all over again and all without the help of Jack. Surely I can gather all the items before midnight tonight. Heck, I’ll have it all within an hour or two, just you wait…I’ll throw my friends a Christmas party like they have never seen before. I’ll throw one harder than Pinkie Pie even. And the look on their faces when I give them their gifts, it’ll be so exciting. I mean…how hard can it be…riiiiight? He he he he he…he…”

7.5 HOURS LEFT

And so Forrest was off to his first stop to try and collect the items that he had lost before. His first stop was the jewelry shop. However it took him thirty minutes just to find the store since he was far away from the place from where he started off at.

And so he found it and flew there by transportation of his wings. He even had a bit of hope on his face with a smile. But once he got there, he then started to become a little worried on the inside and out, as that smile of hope quickly disappeared as he saw that the store that sold the jewelry was all messed up with broken glass everywhere and such.

When Forrest saw this from the air, he said to himself as his smile disappeared, “Oh no.”

And so he quickly flew down and tried to be careful of the broken glass everywhere. No one else was around, as usually someone when something like this happens, someone would be investigating the incident. But no one, not even an authority figure was around. But then again Stalia doesn’t really have law enforcement to begin with so...pfft… With the store, there was one big opening as Forrest saw, in one of the windows that used to be there. As for the door, it was still there, almost as if it went untouched. As for the glass, it was all over on the ground on the outside, with a little bit of it on the inside of the store as well.

Anyway, Forrest looked inside, at least as far as he could do so and said as he moved his head a little bit up and down, “Hello!? Is anypony in there!? Is anypony ok!?”

Forrest then waited for a response, but there was only silence. Forrest just stared into the empty jewelry shop and then gave himself a slight sigh as he tried to think of something. ‘Oh…what do I do? I can’t waste any time, but look what happened here. This is a mess! What if somepony is hurt!? What if I get in trouble!? But I can’t stand here and complain all day. I’ve got to do something!’

And so as Forrest remained worried as he could be, Forrest gave a sad little grunt, looked down, and stared at the broken glass ahead of him.

Forrest then returned to looking back up and seeing the opening into the jewelry store and he then thought to himself, ‘Well…there’s only one thing that I can do if I want to still do that party…I just hope I’m careful.’

And so Forrest decided to go into the store, while also preparing for any pain that he might feel from stepping on the small, broken pieces of glass. And so he then took his first and the sound of crunching could be heard as his hooves crushed against the piece of glasses.

As Forrest's first stepped on to the glass, he then said quietly to himself, “Ow”.

And then he tried walk forward, although it wasn’t really walking. Really, it was sort of taking big steps or leaps forward so as to limit the amount of steps that he needed to take in order to get into the jewelry building.

And as he was doing so he constantly said, “Ow, ow, ow , ow, ow, ow , ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” with every step that he took, he said ‘ow’.

Eventually he made it into the store and once he did, he didn’t have to step onto the broken pieces of glass anymore. That relieved Forrest a little bit, but it wasn’t enough to put a smile on his face. Instead, it just made him more worried as he raised one of his hooves up see if there was any damaged done to the bottom of his hooves. Thankfully only minor cuts and bruises were made when he did step on the glass.

However he still had maybe a couple of pieces of glass stuck in it and it was still painful for him nonetheless, but still, it's better than what it could have been for him in the end. But once he put his hoof back down on the ground, he then looked upward to be greeted with a dead body of an old stallion that looked like he got shot.

Forrest was then confused and worried, but then he thought about it for a few seconds and then he came to the stark realization, ‘Oh right…Me and Jack robbed the place.’

Forrest however, finally got a chance to take a good look around the jewelry store considering when he and Jack came breaking through, he had only a few seconds to take a good look at the place. He didn’t exactly have that kind of bits to be going into jewelry stores every so often if you know what I mean to know what it all looked inside. So it was interesting to see what the inside of the place looked like.

All of the walls and the floor were made out of white marble, while the place was filled with shiny and sparkling jewelry that looked like they were some of the rarest material of them all…even though not so much, but still. That or a Zebra died for it and the jewelry is haunted, either way it looked nice. And all the display cases that the jewelry was housed in and to be showed off looked like they were just as rare as the jewelry themselves. And the walls were lined with shelves of necklaces and rings and diamonds. It all looked very nice and expensive.

And above Forrest, there was a chandler that was made out of rare jewels as well. It was quite the fancy place, that was for sure. Oh and of course there was a rotting dead corpse in front of Forrest, an always nice addition to a jewelry store. In fact if you ever have a rotten dead corpse added to your home, the value of the price for it will go way up. Because then the rat people can come out and they have the cash if you know what I’m saying. So anyways, Forrest looked around, with still a worried look on his face, as he was trying to think of a solution to his problem. He still needed a gift for Jack even though he stabbed him in the back.

So he thought to himself, ‘Oh what am I going to do? The place is a mess, the jewel that we took is gone, and the pony behind the counter is dead. And it wouldn’t be exactly right to steal from a place of business. Stealing is never wrong. Then again…I am sort of desperate…and the owner here isn’t exactly alive to receive any form of payments.’

So Forrest looked down and saw that some diamonds had scattered around the place after when Jack broke into one of the display cases from earlier. So Forrest was a bit cautious and a bit hesitant, but he picked one of the diamonds up and looked at it.

It wasn’t big, it wasn’t that fancy either. But it was a real diamonds and it was a nice blue colored one as well. The only problem was it was small, like small like a pebble.

But Forrest was feeling bad enough from taking anything from a dead pony already, so he just held the small blue diamond with his hoof carefully and said to himself, “Well…it isn’t exactly what Jack had wanted…but it’s the thought that counts…right?”

At that last part, Forrest had a little bit of a hopeful smile form on his face, almost as if he believed he was going to make it to the end and see the Christmas party through. So Forrest opened up his little white saddle back and put the blue diamond in it and then took out some bits, all with still a little smile on his face. He then took a few bits out and placed it on the counter that was near the rotting corpse, as if he was paying for the diamond itself.

However, Forrest then said as his little smile disappeared back into a sad looking one, “This is all I can afford for this diamond. I’m sorry that we came in here and wrecked your store..and that my friend Jack killed you…and sort of left you for dead without saying we’re sorry. But I’m sure Jack is feeling really guilty about it by now. But…even though you’re dead and we didn’t really know you so I can’t say for sure if Jack has any feelings about this…I’m still sorry about it. The bits isn’t much…and you’re sure can't use it now…but hopefully this puts you at peace good sir. Well…bye…hopefully you went to other side and are at peace. Bye…”

And then Forrest, as the kind and gentle soul at he was, left the store the way that he came…through the fucking glass.

And of course, he kept saying , “Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” every time he stepped on some glass.

6.5 HOURS LEFT

So the next stop on Forrest's list was to retrieve the cloud beer that he had lost before. It took him an hour to reach the liquor store as the place was located only where Pegasus could reach, and it wasn't exactly a place that every pegasus could go to either since it was a place where alchoaly was sold. So it took Forrest a little bit, but when he did made it, it was a small, competent, liquor store sitting on top of some clouds overlooking a field of some sort that was nearby Stalia. And the place looked like any other convenience store, so there was nothing special about it.

However there was a bright big neon sign that wasn’t quite lit up yet, but was going to at some point clearly, named: RED’S BIG LETTER.

That was basically the name of the local Pegasus alcohol store for Stalia. So Forrest, who was in a hurry, wasted no time and entered the facility. And when he did, the place used a single person…pony...whatever…door where you have to either push or pull. In Forrest's case he had to pull and when he did, there was a little bell that rung to notify the cashier that a customer had entered the building. And as before, it was the same guy who had hairy side burns and the mean look in his eyes along with a thick set of eye brows.

He was the first thing that Forrest saw and when the cashier saw Forrest entered, he just gave Forrest a deep, dark, cold stare right into Forrest’s eyes. And as for Forrest, he gulped a little bit as he felt a little intimidated by the stallion. However he also got to take a better look at the store and the pony behind the register as he was worried that he would get caught with his fake ID the last time he was in there.

As for what the place looked like, it was a normal, convenience store set up. You had shelves upon shelves filled with all kinds of alcohol from rum to whiskey to vodka to even some weird stuff made by the Zebras that was hard to come by. And behind the counter they even sold some cigars and cigarettes, and not the cheap stuff either.

And in one of the corners of the store, Forrest even spotted a magazine rack filed with dirty magazines with pictures of mares showing off their pussies and some weren’t even shaved. I now it was weird. And of course there was a magazine called Playcolt…ha ha ha, you get the pun, now moving on. And there was a little section dedicated to some bags of cheap chips in case someone happened to catch the munchies.

But other than that, that was it other some of the walls that weren’t covered in alcohol were just pictures for advertisements for other brands' of alcohol. And as for the stallion behind the register, the only detail that Forrest seemed to have picked up right then and there was that he was a bit fat, but strong and someone you don’t want to fuck with, had a yellow-golden ish kind of color to his coat, and wore a green apron for some reason. He even wore a green little hat that looked like it was from France.

And he had also had an orange colored hair for his mane as well.

And Forrest noticed all of this, but of course the cashier noticed he was just standing there so he sort of half yelled at Forrest in a weird Scottish accent, “Are you just going to stand there or what!? I don’t have all day you know?”

Forrest then gave a little nervous smile and said, “Right…sorry about that. He he he…”

However the cashier was unamused by Forrest's attempt at an apology and just continued to give him a cold, hard stare…deep into his soul. So Forrest kept on his fake smile and gave one last gulp and after he did that, he moved into the freezer section of the place where they kept the cold stuff. Forrest took his time, found the special cloud beer, and grabbed a six pack with his mouth, that was the can kind, while trying to maintain that fake smile of his and brought it forth to the register.

Once he did, the place it on the counter and said while keeping his fake smile and told the cashier as he looked dead straight into his eyes, “This is it. This all that I would like to purchase from this fine establishment for today. Yup…hmmmm…beer. I sure do love my beer. So, how much do I owe you good sir?”

However there was only silence as the cashier just looked down and back up at Forrest multiple times. The silence was weird and was starting to get awkward and Forrest was starting to get nervous as well as starting to sweat from just the silence between him and the cashier.

However the cashier finally broke the silence by asking him, “Well do you have your ID then?”

Forrest then said, with a bit of worry in his voice, and a tad bit of loudness in his tone, “ID? But…I was here earlier today! Didn't you remember that I purchased this stuff from you?”

Forrest even made some slight gestures with his hoof, trying to get his point across.

However the cashier just looked at Forrest and said straight to him, “Sonny, I don’t even remember what I did ten minutes ago. I have bad memory problems. But if you did purchase something from here earlier, than you shouldn’t have trouble producing an ID. So cough it up lade!”

Forrest then started to get nervous and was starting to sweat some more as he had no way of purchasing the Cloud beer without having an ID that said that he was 21 years old. So Forrest did the only thing that he knew how to do best…act like a pussy and wuss out.

So Forrest then leaned forward across the counter top, closed his eyes and stretched his hooves forward for some reason and cried out, “Ok so I’m not old enough to buy alcohol! But please..please pleas please, I need this. This isn’t even for me, I swear it on my unborn sister’s fetus’s grave that it’s for a Christmas gift for a friend! I’m willing to pay you the full price and all! Just please let me get this…I’ll do anything…anything!”

The cashier remained unconvinced by Forrest's plea. But then he rolled his eyes back towards his head and he then started to think of when Forrest said ‘anything’ and soon, an idea hit the cashier guy. And the cashier guy said to Forrest, “Anything eh? He he he he he…ha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA…”

As the cashier was laughing, Forrest looked up towards the cashier pony and opened up his eyes and said quietly to himself, “Uh oh….”

SOMETIME LATER

"AND MAKE SURE TO CLEAN IT REAL GOOD! NICE AND DEEP! I HAD A PONY COME IN HERE EARLIER AFTER HE HAD EATEN SOME TACOS! AND IT WAS THE ONE WITH EXTRA BEANS...,"

The cashier had said while still being behind the counter. While the cashier was standing behind the counter, Forrest was in the place's only, capacity for only one, bathroom. The bathroom itself was like one of those dirty gas station bathrooms that you'd see if you went on a road trip of some kind. The walls were filthy and had mold growing on it, the sink was sort of half broken and could only dispense cold water while the hot water went somewhere else. There was no toilet paper or anything to dry your hands...hooves...whatever..

and the floors were covered in whatever dirt and grime that it had collected over the years. There were even some cockroaches crawling around with a light that would flicker on and off, driving the cockroaches a little crazy. And as for Forrest, he was sort of on his pony knees, with his face near the toilet with a toilet plunger nearby that looked like it was used and a tooth brush. Forrest had a clothespin on his noise so not to take in the rancid smell that eroded the bathroom.

And as for poor Forrest, he had a disgusted look on his face, but not because he was offended by something and was in shock and disgust, but that eeky kind of disgust where you have to get down and dirty for something. In this case, Forrest was tasked to clean the toilet and unclog it in order to be allowed to purchase his Cloud beer. and the toilet itself was not pretty either as it had rust a little bit on the inside of the bowl and outside of it. And there was some hard shit sort of trapped inside of it while also having shit stains everywhere.

It was...disgusting...

5 HOURS LEFT

After spending an hour and a half in the liquor store, Forrest was finally let go and he was off in the air and off to his next location.

As Forrest was flying, he said to himself as the stench from the bathroom never left him, "Awww...that was so disgusting. well, it can't get any worse. At least I was able to get one of the cloud beer cans. Shame I couldn't take the six pack. But it's the thought that counts...right? Ohhh...why am I even talking to myself right now? I've got to keep it together Forrest, my friends needs these gifts for Christmas. And by Celestia I shall deliver...dang it..."

And so Forrest was off to his next location...the Boggy Swamp at the Everfree Forrest to get that Rabbid frog's piss again. It took awhile, especially since he had to find his way through the deep, lushful forest that was the Everfree and all, but eventually he found his way to the swamp, long story short and found the Rabbid frog pretty much at the same spot as last time. It may not have been the same Rabbid Frog, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

So Forrest was at the Boggy Swamp and he was hiding behind some bushes, staring at the Rabbid Frog. It had the same color even though Rabbid frogs can have different colors...but then it also means they might kill ya depending on the color, and Red is the most common color amongst Rabbid frogs. Anyways, Forrest was quietly hiding behind the bushes, waiting to see if the Rabbid frog did anything. It did nothing, it just stood there while its weird eyes made some weird movements with its pupil and shit.

As for Forrest he was trying to think on how to approach the frog and get the piss.

He had his eyes rolled back and thought to himself, 'How am I going to do this? Well...I think I have a spare jar. It's rather small though, but...it's the thought that counts...right? But how am I going to get it to piss into the jar? I don't have Jack here to help me out right now. This is a job for two ponies.'

Forrest then started to have a worried look on his face once more. He was left unsure on how to handle this situation that was presented before him. He thought and thought, but nothing of the ideas came up with would work. He thought about trying to multitask and hold the frog, push the stick in its with his mouth, and try to get the pee in the jar, but he's a fucking pony, he has hooves, what the fuck do you expect? Sure he has wings, but that can only be used for so much you know? I Know if he had a horn...well let's just say that's why the unicorns are the master race...mkay?

Anyway, He also thought about trying to surprise it and maybe even knocking it unconscious. But even then he was unsure of what might happened. And he didn't have the heart to harm it any shape or form either. So he needed to be careful about his approach. But the more he thought about it, he couldn't think of much. And sadly for him, the clock was ticking and he needed to do something then and there at the moment. So Forrest looked beside him and saw a wooden stick.

And after giving it a few more seconds of thought, he then said quietly to himself as he picked up the wooden stick and brought it close to his face, "Well...I suppose it couldn't be that bad...could it?"

Forrest had said it with a sad face and a sad tone in his vocal cords. It sounded like he was real down in the dumps, the kind of dumps where you kind of want to just lay down and just die. Like a little bitch. Well after Forrest had grabbed the stick, he then started to make his move, and that was by gently, softly, walking across the shallow waters of the swamp. Of course he made a little sound when walking through water, but Forrest tried his best to be as careful as he could be. So Forrest took it at a step at a time. Slowly, but surely he made his way to the Rabbid Frog, which I mind you was just sitting there like a bump on a log, not even looking out for any predators.

Well...I should say prey because the frog is the predator. Well anyways, Forrest got up right behind it, and then he counted to three in his head. One, his muscles tightened up, unsure of what might happen. Two, his mind and body ready for anything that nature threw at him. Three, and then Forrest quickly grabbed the Rabbid Frog while it was struggling and making piggy sounds and squealing.

But of course, Forrest is a clumsy doofus that forgot to take out the Jar. And the expression on his face was nothing but a struggle for him as he gritted his teeth and his eyes opened wide while trying to take control of the frog. He already had a stick on one hoof and he was trying to balance the frog on the other while trying to stand on his back two hind legs. It wasn't easy since he was used to being on all fours...like...everyone else most of the time.

But of course, he did have his right wing opened and that sort of helped his balance, but he just ended up hopping around little bit while trying his best to get the jar out. With a lot of struggle and squealing noises coming from the Rabbid Frog, he got the small jar out, and luckily the lid was taken off, mostly due to the struggle he was currently facing, and Forrest got the Rabbid Frog to face the right way. Well, he tried anyway.

It was moving like a schizophrenic on crack, but Forrest tried to hang on and wait for the right moment when the Rabbid Frog had its asshole facing towards the jar. And as for the stick...well obviously he wasn't going to get it right with his hoof, so he put the stick in his mouth real quick, and aimed for the hole.

Except when he aimed for the hole, he opened up Pandora's box as the Rabbid Frog stopped for a second, and within that second, Forrest thought he had got it and felt a stream of relief. Too bad it was the wrong hole though. The Rabbid Frog then started to have flames form around its skin as spikes enlarged into even bigger spikes as well has its little webbed feet turned into flaming claws all the while the weird eyes turned to pure black.

And then the neck stretched out and made a u-turn and turned around to look at Forrest, and when Forrest saw the Rabbid Frog stretch its neck out like that as if it was related to Stretch Armstrong...he knew he had fucked up. And once the Frog looked deeply into Forrest's eyes and soul with Forrest's mouth becoming more scarred by the second, the Rabbid Frog opened its mouth to reveal razor sharp teeth all around. and it even screamed...but not with a pig like sound, but as if it was a beast not to be reckoned with. And then it jumped on to Forrest's face and started to maul him.

Sadly though the thing mauled him off set and off camera, but I got to see it behind the scenes and it was trying to go for the eyes and it scratched him like hell along with yelling out, "HE HE HE...LUKA MY PERRY BITCHA"

and continued mauling Forrest to death. Well Forrest didn't die, but he could have though. Long story short though, the Rabbid Frog felt like he made his mark and let Forrest go. Luckily for him though, and this was back on set, the Rabbid Frog needed to take a piss anyway and it took a piss in the jar that Forrest had because once Forrest got attacked, he obviously dropped everything.

And when Forrest was being attacked, Forrest was also screaming, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SORRY MR. FROG!!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO STICK IT IN THE WRONG HOLE MR.FROG! PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL! I'M SORRY!!!"

4 HOURS LEFT

And so with that being said, the time was ticking down and not much time was left for Forrest to gather all the things that he needed. And an hour passed from the point when Forrest got attacked until he was ready to continue on. As for Forrest's condition after the Rabbid frog attack, he was scratched up and bruised. He was not looking so hot.

And it's not because of what the Rabbid Frog did to him. Well it was, but not what the frog gave him. He didn't give him aids, didn't give him anal (although it potential could have since the Rabbid Frog is known for such predatory acts), Forrest was just miserable.

He was sad, depressed, just downright beaten down to a bloody pulp. In fact, by this point, the light that graced the earth during the winter season was already gone. The only light for Forrest was either a little bit of Luna's moon light and some bugs that light up the dark that lived in the Everfree. As well as some plants here and there are known to bloom and illuminate during the winter nights. It's quite beautiful, but that's for another time.

As for Forrest, he was alone. In a way, he was, as Jack betrayed him, I sure as hell wasn't on his side, and no one was there to help him. He had it all working out at one point, had all the items and was looking forward to making this Christmas season count. But by the end of it all, it seemed pretty shitty. And within Forrest's mind, he had thought it was going to work out too.

He had some decent Christmas's in the past, and he thought he would make this one the same as the ones from the past, but make it ten or hundred times better and involve his friends. But instead, he was alone and time was running out. and Forrest, was just standing there in the dark of the Everfree Forrest. Alone in the dark, alone with his own mind.

He even looked up towards the sky and started to well up a little bit within his own eyes. He even had a little sniffle.

In his mind he thought, 'Is this all worth it? I'm in pain, I smell, my hooves hurt from the bits of glass, I'm running out of time, my body hurts, and a frog just attacked me. It even burned. And the worst part...I can't even get my friend's gifts. What am I going to do? Can I make it? I mean...I just have to. I've just gotta to make it work somehow. It can't end like this. Yeah...yeah...it can't end like this. Not now anyways. I've got to try, and as long as there is still time, by Celestia, I shall get through this and show them all. I'll show them a great Christmas...and everything is going to be good. everything...is going to be...good. I have to try. I have to believe it. Or else...why am I?'

And so, Forrest then looked around as some bugs chirped in the background in the winter air. He was thinking through his mind and he checked off all the things that he needed. He got the jewelry, at least a jewel. He got some Cloud Beer...or at least a Cloud Beer can. And not even the big can either, the small sample sized bottle he got instead. And he got a small jar filled with Rabbid Frog's piss. So he had half the items that he needed. So all that was left was my silver bell, Mac's cross bow, and Neon's hippo. Neon's...hippo...Forrest thought. All the items or inanimate materials, but the hippo was the difficult one.

Forrest thought, 'A hippo? That's right? How am I ever going to find one? Well, I sure can't find a real hippo around here...at least I don't think so. But...what about the Tiny Hippo from before? But I don't know anything about animals! Arrell and Fluttershy does. But Arrell can't know about what I'm doing and Fluttershy lives too far from here. Maybe...maybe they live around here?

'I mean it is uncommon to see them in Stalia, so they must live around here in the Everfree...I think...but...what is it's habitat like? Where does it hide or live? Ohhhh...only if I had somepony else's help it wouldn't be so bad. And it's so cold. Pull yourself together Forrest! You can do this! You're a full grown Stallion and...you can do this. Don't cry...don't cry...don't start crying now or else...or else nothing will get done. Just don't...cry.... Just...try to look around here and maybe try and call to it...maybe it'll come out...maybe...'

Forrest was starting to look like he was about to breakdown all of a sudden, but he kept telling himself in his heart to keep it all together and that everything was going to be ok. So he turned around and looked at his surroundings and even though everything was dark around him, he wasn't going to give up and was going to at least give it a shot.

So he raised one of his hooves and put it close to his mouth, while his arms hurt from just simply moving it, and said, "TINY HIPPPOO! UHHH...TINY HIPPPOOO!! WWWWWOOOO WOOOO WOO!!! COME OUT TINY HIPPO!! I UHH...I UHH GOT SOME TREATS FOR YOU!! I GOT UHHH...oh I don't have anything treats in my bag do I? UHHH...COME OUT COME OUT! PLEASE TINY HIPPOS COME OUT...maybe...maybe if I sing a song?.."

Deck..the halls with bales of holly...

Fa la la la la...la la la la...

Tis the season to be jolly...

Fa la la la la...la la ...la la....

maybe...another song? Uhhh...

Come out...come out

Little Tiny Hippo

Come out...come out...

everything will be...ok...

Don't worry the dark won't hurt

It's just me all alone

just all alone right here

I promise not to bite

I promise not to fight

I only want to see you in the light

I'm just trying to do my best tonight

I know my best is not enough said by Knight

But I try...

But I try to be good at heart

Even though I may not be smart

My friends may not care sometimes

But they mean to me many lifetimes

I'm alone...all alone

And I may moan and grown

Come out...come out...

tiny little ones

Come out....please come out...

And show me...the light...

"Ooohhhh...and I can't even rhyme right like last time. Even I suck at that. And...no...Tiny Hippos either."

Forrest then looked at his surroundings one more time, and to his dismay...there was nothing around. He was still all alone. and he sang all alone. But Forrest, deep in his own mind, wasn't about to give up just because all the odds were against him like that. He needed to do something so he looked down at the ground, and saw all kind of things. Leaves, moss, grass, and other natural things that grew in the Everfree Forrest.

Forrest wasn't happy but he got an idea though from it. So Forrest got down and sort of laid down on the ground and used his hooves to gather whatever was near him. and after a few minutes had passed by, Forrest was somehow able to create a poor replica of what appeared to be a Tiny Hippo out of whatever he had near him, which was mostly leaves and moss as well as some other material that was unknown to him.

And once Forrest was done, he brought it near his face and took one good look at it. It had two weird tiny dots that Forrest had no idea what to put on it to represent the eyes. He couldn't make a mouth though, as it was mostly just a big clump of stuff, that sort of resembles a hippo, although rather poorly that is. It had little ears that looked like hippo ears, at least the best that he could make it that is. But did have a round body and thick legs.

He also got the head right, but by the end of it though it just looked like a big blob of a mess that barely resembled a creature of some kind. It was the best that Forrest could do. And Forrest, was looking even more depressed. Although he looked mellow out with the look of his eyes, but not the good kind where you get high and you think of weird, but good thoughts. But instead it was the bad kind, the sad kind of mellow eyes.

His mouth was just a simple frown, he looked tired, and just overall his face just said he was about to give up.

However, he held his little creation towards his face and it looked like the size of a fully grown Tiny Hippo and Forrest just said to himself gently, "Well...at least it's the thought that counts...right? he he he...he...he...ohhhh...I wish I could do better but...sadly this is my best. I was I could do better...but...I'm all alone...in the dark..."

Forrest then gave a slight sigh and got up on his four legs. He then put the little tiny hippo thing into his white bag that was no longer white but rather it was dirty and looked like a dirty white van kind of color.

Forrest then looked up towards the night sky and while he couldn't see the moon and its position, as he was unsure if Luna's moon was actually full at all, he said to himself, "Well...time to get going then. I don't have much time left..."

And so Forrest started to head out of the Everfree Forest and head to his next destination, which was back in Stalia.

1 HOUR LEFT

There was 1 hour left until Christmas day. If it wasn't for the time limit, Forrest would be in luck as sometimes, especially on the weekends, stores open way past midnight. But in Forrest's case, he needed to get it all done by Midnight. But luckily for him, the last destinations was well within reach of each other. The only reason why it took him two hours to get back into Stalia was because he had to get out of the Everfree Forest. It was nighttime and that obviously means Forrest had trouble finding his way out of course. He didn't have cat eyes or anything like that.

And he certainly wasn't eating his carrots for that matter either...OR STICKING IT IN HIS EYE SOCKETS... but you get the idea. He wasn't exactly the best around. Sure he doesn't mean being extreme like Rainbow Dash and going on adventures and being daring and the like, but really he was the pussy version of Rainbow Dash in some ways. And he'll always be the pussy version too, just for the record.

But anyways, Forrest couldn't really fly either due to the thick tree branches that covered most of the top of the Everfree. And considering he was all alone with no guidance, it certainly made things more difficult for him too. But Forrest still kept moving forward and somehow got out that forest himself. I mean...if a Forrest within a Forest exists, then that Forrest can find its way out of the Forest from within. What?

Anyways, Forrest, once he made it out of the Everfree of course, was then able to use his wings and fly like a bird and quickly get back to Stalia. And when he was doing so, Forrest looked upwards and he had a bit of a confused look on his face. With the little that he could see, there appeared to be clouds up in the sky, more than usual to be more exact. And while this was winter time, that is to be expected and of course the pegasi also plan this shit out...most of the time that is...being a part of the pegasus race himself, he was made unaware of these changes.

As I am sure there exists a conspiracy theory out that the Pegasi control the weather and the theory made up of some man child living in the basement of his dead grandmother and wearing a three layered tin foil hat. And to be fair it is true...just not in that Jewish kind of way. But the unicorn conspiracy theory might be true...just saying. Well, aside from that, Forrest noticed these clouds and was starting to snow as well. it was light and the cold air only felt a tad bit colder than what it was before two hours ago. But Forrest couldn't help but have that confused look on his face with the one raised eye brow and shit.

But Forrest was running on time here so he just said to himself, "I've got to do this. I can't fail...I just can't. I won't...I swear I won't..."

And Forrest even closed his eyes a little bit and was starting to well up some more tears a little bit more than two hours ago. It was starting to really get to him with how the clock was ticking down and there wasn't much time left. Deep down, he just wished he had more time, just like the rest of us sometimes.

But, no matter where he was at, whether it being here on earth or a magical land filled with Technicolor talking ponies with rainbows and friendship, no one or one thing can escape the stark reality of time itself. And Forrest was no exception to that rule either. So Forrest tried his best to keep going and tried to push himself. It was hard to do so, as all seemed hopeless to continue on with so much little time. Most would have just thrown in the towel and given up. But Forrest though was different, different than the rest in Stalia. Hell, he could fit in perfectly as a background pony in Ponyville...if it wasn't for "problems", as it was within his heart; he had something to fight for.

He had something in his heart and soul that kept him moving despite all the odds against him. He had to do this, if not for himself or his friends, he needed to do it for his memories and his past self at the very least. He had to do it for the childhood memories and the like. Because if he didn't, then he wouldn't have a soul, at least that's what he thought to himself that is. So Forrest pushed forward and quickly, with about 55 minutes left to spare, made it to the weapon shop.

He landed swiftly and only slightly hurt his hooves when he landed. It was mostly because of due to the fact that the bits of glass from earlier was still giving him problems. And of course by this point, he wasn't all cleaned and presentable from earlier. He was all fucked up.

He had scratched all over his face from the Rabbid Frog attack. His hooves and winter cloths along with his bag was covered in mud and dirt as well as what appeared to be some of dark green moss and slime from when he was just standing in the middle of the Boggy Swamp. He had a few thorns sticking out from his body from just trying to get through the Everfree Forest in enough time. He was also bruised up pretty badly and had a little bit of dried blood capped to his coat here and there as well as a slightly blacked eye as well. And of course, underneath his hooves, there were little cuts from the broken glass he stepped on.

But of course...just as much as Forest was a wreck, and a weakling...he could have flown over the glass from before. I mean it was in the script, but either he didn't read that part when we had that table read or, and more than likely, because Forrest has a bit of a wing problem if I remember hearing correctly where he has a bit of a trouble when it comes to accuracy and some gaps with his wings. He hadn't exactly gone to the same place with Rainbow Dash and the academy...yet, he says he's planning on doing it...but only because of Rainbow Dash, but we'll see how that goes later in the future. Any who...with how much he was fucked up, he also smelled pretty badly.

And for Forrest to smell, he wasn't exactly too happy about that either. For most of us males, we don't mind if we smell a little bit or if it's a job, we sure as hell don't care if we smell. Just as long as it isn't around some pretty females. Well at least with everyone else that is, for me I stopped caring since I went through the outside of the universe portal all those years ago. Got to stop at some point you know? But anyways, Forrest didn't like to smell bad, especially if he was around Rainbow Dash.

I mean, clearly he's a like mamma's boy or something on those lines so he was pretty much wants to remain as clean as he possibly can. So it bothered him, mostly on the inside and within the heart, that he smelled pretty badly. But if it meant with what he was doing for friendship, then so be it. So he landed of course right in front of the weapon's shop, all swiftly and shit, and quickly made his way into the shop by opening up the single glass door and all, which also made that little bell ring noise as well just like the Big Red's Letter from earlier.

And of course Forrest had a very worried look on his face as well as a look within his eyes as if he tried to cry earlier. And he was also trying to catch his breath just a bit as well as his chest moved in and outward a little bit. So Forrest got into the weapon store quickly and the door closed behind him and once he did, once more, he would be able to get a better look at the shop from within. Because montage... Inside the store, everything was made out of wood. Sort of like a big, ol’ fancy log cabin that had a store in it.

Pretty much the complete opposite of the jewelry store. And it looked like one of those old timey general stores too, but a bit more modernized per say. It looked in similar to that alcohol store in terms of structure and everything was just shelves on the wall and small isles that placed smaller items and such. But instead of selling liquor, it was selling weapons of various kinds as well as accessories and clothing for whatever reason.

They sold ammunition there separately, especially for the newly equated guns they just got. They sold accessories like a flashlight that could be attached as well as just simple more hand…hoof..whatever…based items like a machete or a really big knife. They even sold some primitive stuff like a bow and arrow and a spear. They also sold rocks, the best kind of weapons. They also sold bullet proof vests that was supposedly reliable, but to be fair it was just a lot of cheap stuff made for that vest, mostly because they were starting to figure shit out.

They also had some smaller, more convenient items like a bag of chips, some soda, and a brand of beer or two that you could buy. There was even apple cider for the kiddies to enjoy for whenever the fathers brought their kids to the shop, was drunk off their asses, and demanded they got a hay burger with extra fries because they think they are at a restaurant…and then when they are told it’s not a restaurant, they stand there with big eyes, constantly scream, “WHAT!?”, and then try to go on a murderous rampage.

Anyways, one more thing to note about the general layout of this store was that it was a bit more opened. There was more room to walk through compared to that liquor store from before and there was one big area to look at guns and other such weapons behind display cases that was near the register. There were even some weapons hanged up on the wall, the more premium kind of weapons, the special ones that needed more time to be crafted. Anyways, outside of that, the whole look of the place, to be more specific, was lit up by what looked like candle light, but was really electric.

You know, those kind of lights that look old timey but they‘re really not. There was even a clear opening to the back that looked like it was only for the employees there as well. Anyways, Forrest walked in, all fucked up and shit, but he wasted no time and went straight to the register where the pony behind the register was. He looked like an ok pony, but he was a big boi though as he had a big, thick, rough beard. And both of his mane and facial hair was of a dark colored brown. He also had a cream-ish sort of coat color with a hint of yellow in it. He also wore a baseball cap and he looked like a reasonable pony. A big fellow, but reasonable.

He even had a bit of a deep, but calming voice. Not the black guy kind of deep, more the white guy kind of deep. Anyways, Forrest ran up the counter, still trying to catch his breath and all, and when he did and stopped in front of the counter, he was still looking miserable as ever.

And as his lungs were breathing in and out, trying to take in oxygen and Forrest's head hanging a bit low, the big boi pony said, "Hello, welcome to The Rack. Need any help finding anything?"

And Forrest...didn't say anything. He was still trying to catch his breath and was looking a little bit more down than he was a few seconds ago. Almost as if he wanted to give up and go back home. But the guy at the register just looked at him and was a bit confused as he was one of his eyebrows up. But then he started to think about something as a thought came to his mind.

Soon the Big Boi pony said to Forrest, "Say, why are you here anyway? Don't you know that there's a winter storm coming by soon?"

Forrest then raised his head back up and his face became as worried as ever. He was shocked and was a bit lost for words and his voice was a bit of a mess. As if he wanted to cry and breakdown a little bit.

Forrest said to the big boi pony, "A storm? Oh did it have to get this worse? It's bad enough as it is for me. Oh never mind, do you have a Cross bow that you can sell to me?! I'm in a bit of a hurry here!"

Forrest was looking desperate as he had put his right hoof on the glass counter top that was the display case to some of the weapons inside of it.

Forrest was looking really desperate, but the big boi pony read his emotions but sadly said to Forrest, "Sorry kid, just sold my only one to some pony that looked classy and made have been a jack of all trades or something."

Forrest then looked down to the ground and groaned, "Awwwwwwww...."

And then the big boi pony then said to Forrest as he was having his eyes rolled back up towards his head, thinking of something, "And I think he had a faggot friend along with him too I think."

Forrest then hanged his head real low and said in a low tone as he looked up at the big boi pony in depression, "awww...now that hurts..."

Forrest then raised his head up again a little bit as the big boi pony then grabbed something from behind the counter and said, "I can give you this slingshot though. That's the closest that I have to a cross bow."

When the big boi pony grabbed out a small sized, slingshot, a typical one at that, and placed it on the counter top, Forrest just looked at it like everything else that he had to settle for from earlier.

And after a few second of thinking it over in his head and staring at it, he just mellowed out with his eyes, but with depression, and asked in a disappointed tone with a sigh, "How much is it?"

The big boi pony then proudly said, "Ten bits!"

Then the big boi pony turned around like he did from last time and took a look at the list of the ponies that he isn't supposed to sell to.

He had a curious look on his face as one of his eyebrows, was surprisingly raised as he said, "Now let me just take a look and make sure you're on the list."

But then Forrest interrupted him looking from the list, placed his hoof on the glass counter top, as well as the big boi pony looked over to him was just moving his eyes, "But...that's a list of ponies that you're not supposed to sell to."

Forrest had said it in a desperate tone as well and the big boi pony just turned his, still with his raised eye brow, but with a bit of shocked eyes and asked Forrest, "It's a what now?"

And then a few loud knocks came from the front of the store, although you couldn't see who it was, and a loud, tough, authoritative voice yelled out, "B.F.I. OPEN UP!!!"

And then the wall from the front of the store, well most of it anyways, was blown up and broken down. And after the explosion, a group of five ponies that looked like they were in Swat gear, but the pony version of it with the letter, B.F.I. in big and bold attached to their gear and uniform, came busting in and such. And they all had automatic weapons and such, they looked pissed with just the look of their mouths and them gritting their teeth as they were wearing helmets as well and you couldn't see their eyes their visor.

And one or two of them were standing on their hind legs with some back hind leg support while others were holding the guns in their mouths, hooves, or fully prone to the ground, aiming the gun at the big boi pony. And then they went guns a blazing. Bullets were flying everywhere and none of the bullets were hitting Forrest or the big boi pony. It's like the storm troopers from star wars...because the BFI can't hit for shit I tell ya. And Forrest was not scarred, he just stood there, with a worried look on his face from before, just watching the BFI go guns a blazing.

And as for the big boi pony, he was shocked at first, but then he quickly ducked under the glass counters and a second or two later, he came back up with an angry face like what the BFI had on, along with a big ass LMG.

He then planted the LMG on the glass counter top and yelled out, "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE YOU DAMN DIRTY PIGS!!!"

And then the big boi pony started guns-a-blazing as well. And then Forrest was caught in a fire fight...kind of. He was in between the two sides exchanging bullets of each other, but Forrest, or the two sides were not affected by this at all. In fact no one died at all that day except for having of bullet being sprayed everywhere and littering the ground.

As for Forrest, he just calmly, causally looked at the slingshot, picked it up with his left hoof, and brought it closer to his face. When he did, he went back to having his mellowed out, depressing eyes and gloomy face and looked at the sling shot into more detail. It was a bit thick, but thin at the same time. It looked like it was made out of that cheap wood as well, pine perhaps. And it had a little rubber thingy for the slingshot in the middle.

Forrest looked at it and after a few quick seconds had passed, he then just said to himself, "It's the thought that count...right?"

And then after he said that, Forrest gave a sigh to himself, looked down, and put it in his white bag. He then pulled out ten bits after he had put the slingshot away and placed it on the counter top, to give it to the big boi pony since he was buying it and all.

And then Forrest calmly, but depressingly walked out of the store. And right about here, it would be almost as if there was sad, orchestral music would be playing in the background. As Forrest walked out of the store, he had his head hanging down low, while the sounds of the firefight was blaring somewhere in the background back at the weapons shop.

And Forrest walking slowly and said to himself gently, "Ohhhh...what am I going to do? I don't have any of the gifts that my friends wished for? What will Jack think when he gets his diamond? It's only so small and doesn't look as fancy or classy as him. What about Wolf's cloud beer? Sure he'll get one, but...from the way he sounded, it sounded like he wanted more than just one. And what about Arrell? I mean...I guess it'll be enough. Sure the jar is small, so hopefully it'll be enough..I hope... And Neon's hippo? Well...maybe he could use a tiny, fake, hoof-made hippo...from all the natural elements from the Everfree. And as for Mac...well...I guess he can still use a slingshot. It could still... do what he wants it to do...I suppose. And Knight...wait...KNIGHT!? OH NO I DON'T HAVE HIS GIFT YET!"

Forrest then went into panic mode and it could be read that from the look on his face. His teeth were gritted, he had big eyes as if he was on heroin, and huge quickly turning his head, as if he was looking for something. Eventually he found a clock and the clock read thirty minutes to minute.

Forrest then yelled out to himself, "AND THERE ISN'T MUCH TIME LEFT EITHER!"

And so Forrest quickly and swiftly made his way to the store that he had gotten the silver bell from earlier. As said before, it wasn't far from the weapons store, so he was able to see it within his own vision. So he quickly made his way and once he had saw the store got closer and closer he had a smile on his face. He had hope within his heart and soul. He just knew he would make it in time. He knew he was right for not given up.

In his mind, perhaps that Christmas wouldn't be so bad after all. He would have at least given all of his friends gifts. In a way, Forrest didn't give up. He had enough heart and soul to keep going and he was going to make it...until the owner of the store came to the front of the store window which was a glass window door by the way, and hanged up a closed sign.

And once Forrest saw this, his face went from having hope and joy in his heart to disappointment and despair all over his face as he said to himself gently, "What?"

And then Forrest crashed into the glass door. He didn't break it, mostly because he doesn't have the muscle for it, but his face was smashed against it. But he quickly fixed that and looked up. The store owner of course thought it was weird but shrugged it off as he saw Forrest crashed into the front of his business.

Forrest however quickly yelled out, "BUT WHY!? YOU'RE USUALLY OPENED UNTIL MIDNIGHT AT LEAST!?"

The store owner, who looked like he didn't care very much, all with a look of a normal pony that you would get through a random pony generator that is, said, "Storm's coming...got to close up early and get on home you know?"

And then the store owner walked away...and never to been seen again from this special...because fuck him right?

And Forrest was left alone, as he starred up and looked at that "CLOSED" sign hopeless and sad.

Forrest then said to himself, "B-But it can't be...I was so close...I was...so...close.."

And then as Forrest said those last words, he eyes started to well up as his head was hanging low. And then Forrest looked over to the big glass window where ponies would do some window shopping if they had wanted to do so. He got up, walked over to the big window display to the store that was on the outside as he sniffled a little bit and put his face up against the glass to get a good look at was inside.

As of course had put both of his front hooves flatly on the window as well, as he just starred as what was on display. It was the display from the night before. It had the Santa Pony outfit that was on a mannequin, a record player that wasn't even on, and various Christmas related decorations for a party or something. And within that, he also noticed a silver bell as well. And Forrest couldn't help but start to cry a little bit as the tears started to flow down his cheeks.

He then took his face and hooves off the glass, closed his eyes as he started to weep, and looked and hanged his head downwards and said to himself, "I-I-I failed. I-I-I-I-I-I tried s-s-so h-hard a-a-and i-i faaaaaiiiiilllledddd..."

And Forrest cried for a few seconds as he tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. He was even sounding like he was coughing up a bit, even though he wasn't. He was trying his best to breath and cry at the same time and couldn't help but cry like how everyone does when they are left in tears. He cried and cried, with no one else to hear his plea. And when Forrest thought all was lost and was all alone, a hoof gently was placed on his left shoulder, a familiar hoof that was.

And a deep voice that sounded familiar as well to Forrest, "Are you looking for this?"

Forrest then said, as he was trying to open his eyes and wipe away the tears to get a good look at who was talking to him, "What?"

And then Forrest turned around to see who was behind him. Why...it was Santa Pony of course. And he was standing tall and mighty with a warm smile that welcomed Forrest. It gave Forrest such a warm feeling that once Forrest saw Santa Pony, his tears stopped flowing, his despair turned into hope, and his frown turned into a smile. And the best part of this, was that on the hoof, Santa Pony had a nice, shiny silver bell, all for Forrest to have and to give to Knight...that was Me...you get the idea.

And Forrest looked at it, and then looked back at Santa Pony with a big, warm, hopeful smile on his face, and tried to wipe away the remaining tears away as he took the silver bell and got a closer look at it as Santa Pony took his hoof off of Forrest because that might have been counted as sexual assault in the state of California.

And as Forrest looked at the silver bell, he shook it a little and could hear a beautiful ringing sound coming from it. And he then brought his hoof that was holding the silver bell downwards and closer to his chest a little and looked towards Santa Pony and they both stared each other in silence. Until of course Forrest immediately went and gave Santa Pony a big hug, a big, warm hug that Santa Pony gladly embraced himself and wrapped one of his hooves around Forrest as Forrest was standing on his back hind legs while trying to give the said hug.

And as Forrest was giving his hug, he said to Santa Pony, "Thank You."

And then Forrest let go of Santa Pony, without a single word, and Santa Pony didn't say a single word either, as Forrest quickly put the silver bell in his white bag, and started heading out. And as Forrest was running away and towards my home, Santa Pony said to himself, "Hmmph...that should do it..."

And that was it from him. And as for Forrest, he was heading towards my home of course, as he ain't got nothing left to do. And he was running towards my home, with a cheerful glee in his heart with excitement and pure joy. Sure there was little time left, but yet he had all the gifts at least to give and to him that was all that had mattered. The party could be a shit show, as long as he was about to at least give the gifts to his dear friends, he would be left at peace.

As for what direction Forrest he took, he went in short of a weird shortcut. Yeah there's a weird shortcut to my place from where Forrest was at. He just had to pass a nearby lake and it was sort of like going to the outskirts, but then after a while he would make a sharp turn to the left and he would be at my home in a jiffy.

And that was that route that Forrest was taking too. Granted though he could have flown there, but two things was wrong with that idea though. One, Forrest was way, way, way too happy and was just so excited that in his mind was just busy was all the things that we would be able to do at the party as well as it being a mission success.

And two, even if it wasn't on his mind, his wings would have to be put on hold as that snow storm was coming by, and as Forrest was running towards my home, that snow storm started coming. One minute, there was gentle snow fall, coming down, quite a lot actually, all with Forrest having a smile on his face. And then...right before the snow storm hit, Forrest slipped on a patch of ice that was on the tail that he was taking. And what was even worst for him was that there was a nearby wood chipper that was left unattended but was also turned on by one of the ponies who worked nearby that did some shit with it.

And once Forrest had slipped on that patch of ice...black ice to be exact, he somewhat went forward, as he tried to catch himself, but that only made things worse, because as he tried to struggle, his bag flew off of his neck and into the wood chipper...and everything inside of it went into the wood chipper...except for the silver bell that "luckily" came out at the last second and was not harmed.

But Forrest didn't notice this and was sort of lost as he landed flat on the ground, Forrest saw his white, dirty bag being shredded, along with everything that was inside of it to pieces. And Forrest watched in horror as this was happening as well as hearing that awful buzzing sound when something would be put through the wood chipper as well. And it somewhat slowly went through too as Forrest had to watch as all of his hard work went to shit...slowly…and painfully.

And once everything was put through the wood chipper, the remains of it came out the other end and into bits with bit of sawdust and ripped pieces of the white bag. And Forrest just laid there, speechless, wide eyes, no words to express about the sheer amount of bad luck that was bestowed upon him that day. And then after a few seconds of silence that had passed by, Forrest slowly got up, still shocked and with big eyes that were horrified by the sight that he had just seen, and walked towards the remains that was his bag and its contents.

He then stopped when he was near it and stared at it for a few seconds. And after a few seconds more, he then tried to grab some of the pieces and take a closer look at it. So he got onto his pony knees, took both of his hooves, and grabbed a whole bunch of the shredded bits...and then he got a closer look at it. It was all ripped to pieces...just like how his heart was at that moment. And to make matters worse, the snow storm hit, and it came in fast and hard as the wind blew quickly into Forrest's direction which then in turned blew away all the things that was from the bag and into the wind. And soon it was all gone. Forrest had nothing. All day he was excited for all to go right. He had hope.

He had dreams. He had a heart. He had only one simple Christmas wish that year, and it was to spend it with his friends and giving them gifts that they had wanted, and to have a party his friends and spread good cheer and good will towards others.

It was to be in that Christmas spirit and to make the memories that he had wish that he had with his father at one point. It was to please his past, child self as well as make the memories of the best Christmas ever. And now...that was all gone. Forrest had ran out of time by that point. He had no bag, no gifts, and now he would have to buy it all over again. He didn't even have a party set up either. All of his efforts, went to waste. And Forrest then sat on his pony ass, started to cry again. All the while the snow storm blowing up a huge storm and the cold beating down Forrest's neck. But Forest wasn't worried about the cold, if anything he felt like dying.

He wanted to die, he was...dead inside...and the tears came in flowing pretty quickly as he put his hooves up to his eyes and the tears started to go everywhere as he said to himself, "T-T-T-T-They were r-r-r-riiiight. K-K-K-K-K-ni-i-ight was r-r-r-r-right. T-T-T-There’s no p-po-po-point holding onto something l-like this, I-It’s t-t-time for me to l-let it all go…b-b-but I don’t want to let it go…b-b-b-but I have to. I h-have to let it go…I have to let it gooooo because…because they’re r-r-r-riiiiight.”

Forrest continued to cry and weep tear after tear. Forrest then continued to say as the tears continued to flow down his cheek, “A-A-All of it was worth for nothing. It was pointless. All I tried to do was…was try and make it good for my friends…and…and make it the best Christmas that ever was for me and my friends. I just w-wanted to make it special just l-like it was when I was a kid. And I faaaaaiiiillleed!!! W-W-Why does it hurt so much to try and l-let go? B-B-But I have to try, because that’s the only thing left that I can doooooo! But…but…but it still hurts!!!”

And then Forrest continued to cry for a few minutes by himself, as the snowstorm continued to blow in like a monster. The cold storm didn’t bother Forrest of course, as he was just too sad and too depressed. With everything that he had done, he just wanted to be alone. He just wanted to wallow in his own pity. He was all alone, and alone on Christmas eve…or day…whatever…with no one else around, No friends to cheer him up and certainly no family either. He had failed himself, his memories, his friends, his family, everything.

He was…well to simply put…a failure. And there was nothing more that he could do about it as he cried out his eyes, all alone in the middle of the night as the storm breezed past him as if Forrest didn’t exist.

And then someone was behind Forrest and a voice came out from a certain someone, wink wink, and said to Forrest, “Stop whining you pussy.”

And then Forrest turned around as the tears continued to come out from his eyes as he said, “Huh?”

Forrest then saw…well…his friends. He saw me, Neon, Arrell, Mac, and even Jack. We were all standing right behind him, bundled up in our only winter cloths that we had, and we all had ok expressions on our faces. We didn’t have smiles, but we weren’t depressed or sad or pissed if. We were just neutral, that was the expression on our faces and I was pretty much ahead of the group and was near Forrest.

Once Forrest had seen us though, he said to me as he turned back his head and hanged his head low as he continued to sit on his pony ass, “I guess you-you’re here to tell me how much you were right I guess? Because if so…I deserve it. J-Just make sure to leave me out here when you’re done…I want to be alone right now..”

And then Forrest continued to weep, although this time a little bit more quietly than what he was doing before. Possibly because he was trying to hold back as much tears as possible since he was crying in front of us.

But I then gave a sigh as I had my eyes rolled up to the back of my head a little and I then placed my hoof on Forrest’s shoulder as I said to him and he turned his head towards me, “Listen, can you stop crying like a little bitch? Just come with us so you can stop being an idiot and come out of the cold. You’ll die out here.”

Forrest then said, “Well…well maybe I do want to die right now.”

I then said to Forrest, “No you don’t. Now shut up and follow me or we’ll kick your fucking ass…got it Forrest?”

Forrest then got up slowly, but surely, and as the tears continued to flow down from his eye sockets, he said to us quietly, “I get it guys. I-I’ll go…lead the way…”

And then without another word, I lead the way, sort of, Forrest was walking right next to me at the same time. As for the other guys, they followed right behind and then we all walked in the cold, winter storm. It wasn’t much further to my place so we headed there to get warm. Now you must be wondering, how did we know about Forrest was out there? And why did we all of a sudden care? Was it in the script? If this were genuinely happened back in Equestria for real, would we still do it? Well…yes and yes, those are the answers. And there’s nothing to say more about that part either.

So anyways, we were walking and eventually we made it back to my home, and of course it was locked. I had to keep Wolf locked in before he thought the snowstorm was the Michelin Man that came to bring him some cookies from the planet WaWaKa.

Wolf…Wolf has some problems I tell you. And his imaginary drinking buddy is ALF just so you now. And according to Wolf, ALF is constantly asking where the anti-freeze is as well as the bomb so he can go to Israel and “Free the people”.

Anyways, Forrest was right next to me, pretty much ready to go in and just lay on the floor and possibly wait to die or something like that. And once I had the key and unlocked the door, I opened the door, but all the lights were turned off. And Forrest was waiting for me to turn the lights on since he isn’t much the one for going into dark places like that. He even has a little teddy bear night light in his bed room whenever he turns off the light.

That's how much of a pansy he is. Anyways, once the door was opened and the darkness was revealed to Forrest, I went ahead, stepped into my home a little bit, and turned on the light switch. And once I did turn on the light switch…SURPRISE, we had a whole Christmas party set up, mostly for Forrest.

And once the lights came on, We all said in unison, except for Forrest of course who instead had a surprised look on his face as we all said, “SUURRRPRISE!!!”

And Jack quickly said after we all said surprise, “faggot…”

And we all said with big smiles on our faces, that were not forced by the way, we actually meant it, and we said it with a cheer and goodwill. We even raised our hooves up in the air a little bit, especially Neon was standing on the back of his hind legs and went a bit crossed eyed for a second or two. And of course, as for Wolf, he popped out from behind the couch in a drunken state as he had a lamp shade over his head and stumbled out like a usual drunk.

And once he did come out from behind the couch, he tried to look at Forrest and said to him, “Surprise! You dirty Pegasus!”

And then Wolf fell flat on the ground. And of course Forrest was taken aback by everything. Usually we use him as a punching bag and not long before, he was crying his eyes out like a little bitch. And yet we were all there, throwing him a surprise Christmas Party…all for him too. He was speechless to say the least, but not because he was sad or in despair.

Not because he had lost everything that he had dreamed so much of. Instead, it was because he was happy. His heart started to soar and hope returned immediately to his heart. He wasn’t sure if this was real or not. He was thinking he was hallucinating and it was all a near death experience. But…it was real. It was right in front of his eyes and he could smell the fresh food that was made that was sitting by a nearby table. He could see the Christmas decorations along with a Christmas tree, a real one, hanged up in the corner.

There were also string of Christmas lights everywhere as well as Christmas music on a record player, ready to begin when the party started. There were also egg nog and other festive drinks as well as Christmas Crackers and what looked like games to play. All with a Christmas theme sitting around it all. Granted, there were no Christmas presents, mostly because there wasn’t much to get in such a short amount time that we had to put it all up.

Seriously, we had to put all of this shit up within hours. And of course, as Forrest was staring at all of this in complete awe, everyone walked into the library a.k.a. my home of mine, I shut the door behind them, and we all kept our big, bright, warm smiles on as Forrest, who slightly walked into my home as well keep in mind, just stood there and had his mouth opened a little, as he was just left in complete shock as to what he was seeing, especially since it was from us after all.

Eventually, Forrest broke his silence as we all walked in front of him to see his reaction, “I-I-I can’t believe this. You did this? You did this all for me?”

Forrest had said that with a curious look on his face with a raised eye brow and I then said to him, “Well…not exactly. I still stand by what I said to you…buuuuuut…it’s actually Christmas the day of so…why not?”

I said with a little smirk on my face, but Forrest still seemed like he wasn’t convinced.

Forrest then asked us, “B-But how did you guys know though? I was supposed to be doing this…for you guys!”

I then said, as I moved my head a little bit to the side, “Weeeeeelll…Jack kind of came and told us about you and what you were trying to do. You sneaky son of a gun you.”

Forrest then said, “Jack?”

Jack, who had an actual, legitimate, genuine, wholesome smile on his face this time, walked forward and then stood right next to Forrest, side by side, and put his right hoof around Forrest's neck and said to him, “Yup.”

As Forrest’s neck was hanging a bit low as it was wrapped by Jack, he then asked Jack, ”But…you…when you pushed me…and…”

Jack cut him off and he said to Forrest, “Like I said Forrest…us assholes have a heart sometimes.”

Forrest’s surprised and shocked face then slowly turned into a great, big, warm smile as his eyes seemed like it started to glow with pure joy in his eyes as he then asked Jack, ”So…does this mean you’re starting to turn over a new leaf and you’ll stop using me as your punching bag then?”

Jack then said, who still had his arm around Forrest, took away his smile in response and pretty much had an ok face on, more or less with a hint of anger in it, “Of course not. I’m still the usual asshole that I am and I’ll still call you a faggot from now till the day that we die and maybe then some.”

Forrest's smile then disappeared into a disappointed look on his face, but then his smile was brought back into a hopeful look as Jack then said, also with a smile and a wink by his right eye, “Buuuut…I can stop being an asshole for the next few hours and call you a Baguette instead.”

And then Jack went back to the others and we all went back to staring at Forrest and waiting to see his full reaction.

Forrest then asked us, “But…how did you guys find me out in the snow storm?”

I then said to Forrest, “Well, we went out looking for you like an hour or two ago. We searched you at the Everfree, Arrell looked for you up in the clouds, the bar, and I even looked for you in Ponyville, but we just happened to hear you crying like a wuss and so we found ya.”

Forrest then said, as he started to well up in tears, but tears of joy this time, “I-I can’t thank you guys enough. This means so much to me and…”

And then Forrest’s smile turned into a frown and his head started to hang low as he said to the us, “Ohhh…that’s right. I don’t have Christmas gifts for you guys.”

Arrell then said, with a confused look on his face, “What?"

Forrest then continued to say to us, with a little bit of puppy dog eyes, “When I had asked you all what you would have wanted a wish for Christmas, I was going to try and get it for you guys. And then I tried my best and got it all…but it got destroyed in a wood chipper and now I have nothing for you all. I’m sorry.”

And so, Forrest went back to being disappointed and sad all over again. He wasn’t crying, but it looked like he was going to start again.

But before such a thing could even happen, I then said to him, “Quit whining Forrest!”

Forrest’s head rose up and he looked at us, and we were all smiling at him as I held one of my forearms out towards him as I said to him with a big smile, “This is a Christmas Party Forrest! Stop worrying and let’s start having some fun, alright!?”

And I even gave him a little wink with my left eye too.

And once he saw that, he then cracked a smile, and then after a few seconds of silence, he then jumped up high into the air, well, at least as much as he could with being inside and all, and yelled out as he spread out his arms and wings, “MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!”

And then we all gave him a loud cheer and the party began. And what a night it was. While it wasn’t technically Christmas eve still, it was still Christmas, early in the morning, and we sure did have a heck of a time partying. We had played games, ate a whole bunch of festive related food, as well as dancing and singing Christmas corals to one another as we all held our hooves together in good cheer. It was all very wholesome.

However, at one point during the night, something else did happen. Wolf was on the couch, trying to get drunk on egg nog and failing miserably because of it. Arrell was hanging out with Jack and talking to him about stuff. Neon had a blindfold on and was trying to play some weird game with Mac as Mac was trying to direct him to do something and was becoming frustrated with it as well. And as for me, I was over by the food table trying eat some lousy fruit cake.

And as for Forrest, he was nearby the door, sitting there by himself, overlooking the whole party and just having a warm smile on his face. He was at peace with himself. You could see it in his big eyes as his pupils were a bit bigger than usual. He was truly at peace with himself. He was at peace with his memories. He was at peace with childhood memories.

And…if anyone that time got any wish that they had wanted to come true…it was Forrest. It didn’t go exactly as planned, but in the end he got what he wanted. In his heart, he was happy with it all. And he was going to remember this moment forever and ever all within in his heart and soul and was never going to let this memory go ever. He was going to keep it and remember this one moment in his heart forever.

And then as he was in deep thought about all of this, he heard a slight knocking on the my front door. His ears perked up a bit, as he was curious as to who would have been at the door at that time of night as well as during a snow storm of all things. Forrest looked back to see if we had heard anything, but we were all busy, minding our own business and having a genuinely fun time.

So, Forrest looked back towards the door, and gently opened it up without us even noticing. And when he did, he went and opened the door a little bit, just a crack just to see who it was And when he did, he saw no one there. He was confused by seeing no one there, and was starting to wonder if he was going crazy or something. He even had wondered if the winter storm that was still strong as ever going on outside had anything to do with it.

But then Forrest decided to look down, and once he did, he saw a little present sitting at my door step. It was a red box with a green ribbon and a nicely tied bow on top of it. And there was even a little tag attached to it.

And there was a slight note on top of the box that said, "I believe you dropped this."

But before Forrest could pick up the note and maybe see who it was from, the note disappeared into the snow storm, as if it was like magic. So Forrest quickly took another look outside, to make sure no one else was out there, and once he had seen no one else, he went ahead and took the present swiftly from the outside cold and brought it inside. And of course, he closed and locked the door behind him. And once he had did so, he then held the present with one hoof and took a closer look at the tag.

It read: “TO: KNIGHT FROM: FORREST”

Forrest then had a little smile on his face, but a small one as he may have had an idea who it might have been from, a certain pony that was, but then wondered what it could have been though. But since he had a gut feeling that it was from Santa Pony, he went ahead and walked over towards me while I was still at the food table. And when I saw Forrest come walking up to me, I had a curious look on my face as well, wondering what was in the box as I tried to cough up chunks of fruit cake. Forrest even had a little smile on his face.

As Forrest came up walking to me though, I had asked him, “What’s that Forrest?”

Forest, once he was right next to me and handed…hoofed…whatever…me the present, he said to me, “It appears that I didn’t lose all of your guys’ Christmas presents.”

So I took the present from Forrest, who looked like he was eager for me to open up the box as I had a curious look on my face with a raised eyebrow of course. I didn’t say anything else, just kept my mouth shut until I saw what was inside of it. So I gently unwrapped the green bow, took the top part of the box off, and saw what was inside of it. It was a silver bell, and it had a little snow on it as well. So I took the bell and I then no longer had a curious look,

but instead just an ok look on my face as I said as I threw the box to the side, “Oh…it’s the silver be that I had asked for. Huh...didn’t really expected this to be honest.”

Forrest then asked me with a giddy smile on his face, “Well…do you like it?”

I then said, “Yeah sure, it’s cool I guess.”

I then took the silver bell closer to my ear and tried to ring it a little and for some reason, I didn’t hear a sound. I went to having a confused look on my face and wondered if there something wrong with my pony ears or the bell with it being all screwed up, but then I started to wonder where Forrest even got the bell and had it all wrapped up when we had found him outside. And then…it ringed in my ear.

And then I put it down on the food table and said, “Yeah that’s a cool bell…I guess.”

And then I went back to eating my food and Forrest just had a big, warm smile on his face as he said as he closed his eyes, “I knew you would love it.”

And that ends our little Christmas special. Yup…that’s it. No extra thing at the end, no nothing. That was it. And, for a special…it wasn't so bad. But now we have to a second Halloween special as part of our contract…and we have to go and deal with the headless horseman next…..ffffffuuuuuUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!...

CREDITS:

Cast:

Knight

Wolf

Forrest Fire

Classy Jack

Neon Party

Arrell

~~TK~~

The B.F.I

The weapons store sales pony

The Red's Big Letter sales pony

Fake Santa Pony

Fake Santa Pony

Santa Pony

Rabbid Frog

Tiny Hippo George

The pony at the store towards the end with that one line

The guy on the record player

Teddy (Kill me)

Gust Starring: The Hitler Nugget

Forrest's Dad

Producers:

Ricky Dicky

Ricky the Dicky the II

Lumpy

Stunts:

Tim Whirl : Hitler Nugget's Stunt Double (Please help me, they're keeping me in a cage and feeding me only dog food. Please send help)

Crew:

That one Camera bitch guy

All the family members that the producers took hostage

Hey: It's me again

Yup: Another one of these

This took me: Forever to complete

I mean: Hell, it fucking sucks

But it's finally: Done

Happy Jew day everypony!!!

See you: For the next Halloween Special

Songs:

Fa la la la la...la la la la By: Some fucker probably...

Alone: By Forrest

Believe: From that magical train movie...yeah that one...

The producers would like to thank the following

All the hostages that we have taken

The Big D

Larry's Big Clapper

Wakko the Clown

Pedo Santa

Blight Movie Studios

The grease Boi

UPN in the year 2000

Time traveling

The scientists that we kidnapped and forced to make time travel possible so we could air this on UPN in the year 2000

All the dead scientist's that we had to silence to keep this quiet

The private Military that we hired to kill the scientists

Production pets:

Shemmy the rat

Mark the Rat

Spermey the Cat

Seriously Samsung

Rick Hoover

Ben

Production babies:

AIDS

Sue (boy by the way...)

9/11

The Holocaust

Baby Jesus

Babu Bajebus

My Bitch

A tiny hippo was harmed during the making of this Christmas Special

Animals were overseen by the Animal Rights Group

The Elements of Protection will return...it's in their contracts so they have to...

WHIPLASH STUDIOS

Author's Note

Hey y'all, sorry this took me so long to get out. It was not a good idea to try and do it all within one month. And I even tried to rush this as well at one point, but glad I didn't. Anyways, not much else to say other than here's the link to an alternate scene and that this whole Specials Universe will continue...at some point...and yes it is one long story....alright see you next time...