Cody sat alone at the coffee table in their family's suite at the Tipton, pen poised over a blank piece of paper. Zack came sauntering over to him from the makeshift kitchen, carrying what looked like the contents of their entire refrigerator.
"Whatcha doing?" Zack asked through a mouthful of hamburger roll and mustard.
"I'm trying to make a list of things to do over Christmas vacation." Cody answered succinctly.
"There's nothing on the page." Zack pointed out.
"I haven't thought of anything yet," Cody persisted impatiently.
"Well that's lame. You don't need an itinerary, Cody. It's Christmas and anything goes." Zack explained smoothly.
"I don't know if I like the sound of that." Cody stated worriedly.
"It'll probably be the usual kind of tradition to begin with," Zack began soothingly, coming to sit down next to Cody.
"Like Mom trying to cook the turkey on Christmas morning," he added wistfully.
They peeked over at Carey bending over the oven, her posterior sticking up in the air.
"Okay, which end am I supposed to put the stuffing in?" Carey asked quizzically, her voice reverberating through the oven.
"Or Dad just dropping in from wherever in the country or the world with the craziest stories from his road trips," Cody added with a reminiscent laugh.
They jumped in their seats at the sound of Kurt hopping over from the other side of the balcony. He strolled through the screen door, looking thoroughly windswept.
"I didn't realise that sky-diving out of a plane in Kathmandu would take me twice as long to get back to Boston. Whoo, what a rush!" Kurt exclaimed exuberantly while shaking his hair out.
The twins laughed appreciatively at this.
"So we're just spending Christmas with family then?" Cody asked in an almost disappointed tone.
"And how do you expect to have a fabulous Christmas without Ivana and moi?" London asked knowingly, suddenly appearing in their suite with her adorable white and fluffy Pomeranian in her arms.
"London! How did you get in here?" Cody asked in alarm, looking between her and the door.
"Like, oh my God, where are we? Is this your walk-in-closet, London?" her best friend Chelsea asked disdainfully in that nasal voice of hers.
"No, sweetie, that's only aboard Daddy's ship," London returned in a simpering tone, while giving the twins an 'I don't know why I bother' look.
"You're right, Codery. It just wouldn't be Christmas without our closest friends too," Zack mused thoughtfully.
"Couldn't have put it better myself, Zack." Max announced gleefully, coming to stand next to London.
"Nasty Z and Playa B reunited once more," Bob added, coming to sit down next to Zack on the sofa.
"Hey, that's mine!" Zack scolded at Bob, who had begun munching on his hamburger.
"So what's the plan?" London asked curiously.
"We could enter a dance competition," Max suggested.
"Bad idea, Max. Daddy hasn't been able to bust a move since the last time we entered a dance competition together," Cody answered woefully, earning him a glare from Max at the memory.
"Or we could organise another Wilderness Scout camping trip for old times' sake," Bob offered.
"Cool. Then we could work out the overall distance from the camping site to the car park by using Gummy Worms," Tapeworm added enthusiastically, grabbing some fries off of Zack's plate, much to Zack's annoyance.
"And what about Hanukah? You promised you were coming over for dinner to meet my parents, Robert!" Barbara fumed indignantly, coming to stand on the other side of Bob.
"How did you get in here, Barbara? Seriously, did anyone else see her come in?" Zack asked of the group at large.
"Of course I'm still coming to dinner with your parents, Sugar Lump. I wouldn't miss it for the world," Bob replied with a pained smile on his face.
"Good luck with that. At least your parents don't yell at each other all night long about who hid the TV remote in the deep freezer this time," Maddie muttered dryly while adjusting the emerald green tie on her candy counter outfit.
"Hey, I didn't know I'd be seeing you for Christmas. How 'bout we skip this crowd and make it a private party, Sweet Thang?" Zack purred in what was supposed to be a seductive tone. Maddie rolled her eyes in response.
"Don't be silly, Zacky-kins. You don't like private parties; you like big parties with the lights on where people can see what you're doing at all times," Agnes put in a sweet voice at Zack's ear, much to his horror.
"Christmas shouldn't just be about engorging yourself on delicious food though. I think we should try to incorporate both health and beauty as important themes for the holidays," Janice added, exiting from the bathroom with a green face mask on.
"Since you're already working on beauty, why don't I focus on health then, Janice? I could make delicious Christmas desserts with Mocklate, a healthier substitute for chocolate," Jessica added, taking the oven tray deftly from Carey's hands.
"But it's not fair that you alone should work on health, Jessica. I'm also really really healthy," Janice pouted.
"But I'm also really really beautiful," Jessica retorted.
"And I'm still really, really glad that you aren't triplets," Barbara quipped flippantly in a mock English accent, ending the argument.
"So like, let me this straight: we're like spending the December vacation in this way frumpy hotel?" Chelsea interrupted in alarm
"Hey, that's my frumpy hotel you're talking about! But she does have a point. We're not really staying in Boston, are we?" London rambled on worriedly.
"Silly gooses, Zack said anything goes; so, why not spend it in the middle of the Mediterranean, then?" Bailey asked smoothly, leaning in over Cody's shoulder.
Everyone in the Martins' suite gasped as the coffee table morphed into a folding beach chair. Soon, the rest of the carpeted living room had disappeared, only to be replaced with the smooth polished wooden landing of the Sky Deck on the S.S. Tipton.
"Bailey's right. As Activities Director, I could organise everything with my fun-tertaining skills. Think how egg-citing it'll be," Connie chorused happily.
"How in the world did I end up wearing these shorts? They're unpleasantly breezy," Mr. Moseby whined loudly, coming towards them, clutching at his clothing.
"Ms. London, you forgot your begs at the Tip – Holy Qui Qui, how did we get on a boat?" Esteban asked in alarm.
"Since we're celebrating Christmas on Deck, can I write a song about my 6th toe and then fart it?" Woody asked pleasantly, appearing from behind the counter top at the Smoothie Bar.
"I don't think that's appropriate, Woody." Ms. Tutweiller put in sternly.
"Is that everyone?" Cody asked drolly of Zack.
"Probably not." Zack remarked with a knowing grin.
Cody sighed and pulled out the blank piece of paper once more.
"Okay, I'm going to make a list of everyone's suggestions for things to do during the December vacation. One at a time, please. Let's start at the beginning…" Cody began, pen at the ready while those around him began airing their views.
Quick Note :)
Due to the popularity of The Halloween Tricks and Treats Collection, we have decided to begin a project of stories involving the suite life characters during the holiday season. These holidays may include but are not limited to Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa and New Year's.
The rules are simple, the rating will remain "T" the stories can include all genres, you can submit multiple stories, and you must write you name somewhere on the document.
The dates for entries are as follows, November 23rd thru January 15th at midnight.
Many Thanks and many blessings this holiday season, hope to hear from you soon! :)
Lodylodylody, Snapplelinz, and woundedhearts :)