One Christmas Night

A Thundercats Lemon

Original fic by: CATS

MSTing by: M. H. Torringjan

	This MSTing is in no way, shape, or form meant to insult the author of this fic.  
Only the fic.  I don't own Thundercats.  I don't own MST3K.  Best Brains does.  I made 
up Michelle.  If anyone else wants to use her (God forbid), just ask.  I don't own any of 
the random products that may be mentioned during the course of this MSTing.  Their 
respective creators/owners do.  Editing has been made in this fic, so if you don't like thast, 
just press the back button (of course, most people find editing a blessing, especially in this 
particular type of fic).  Now, on with the show!

Oh, and one more thing before we get on with it.  This is a lemon.  It handles mature 
material, which you shouldn't read unless you're 17 or older.  If this is the case, or you 
just plain don't like this sort of thing, then press Mister Friendly Little Back Button, and 
you'll be taken away from this Vale of Tears.

Roll season X opening

	The scene opens to the bridge, where Mike and Michelle are decorating for 
Christmas.  Michelle is getting a nostalgic look on her face.  She sighs disconsolately and 
continues to hang the garlands.  Mike takes notice of the sigh.
	"What's wrong, Michelle?" Mike asks.
	"Oh, it's nothing," she replies.
	"Oh, come on.  I know that something's wrong," Mike argues.  "You've never 
been this way before!"
	"Just a slight case of homesickness, I guess," Michelle replies.
	"Oh, I know just what to do!" Mike exclaims.  "I've had this problem before.  I've 
got just the thing!"  He motioned for her to follow him.  He leads her to a storage closet in 
the bowels of the ship.  Inside, he shows her a large video game console.
	"What's this supposed to do for my homesickness?" Michelle asks.
	"Well, I don't know if it'll work for you, but whenever I get down, I play it!" Mike 
says.
	"I'll give it a try,"  Michelle says, turning it on.  A voice calls out from the game, 
"I'm here to eat candy canes and kick ass, and I'm all out of candy canes!"  The screen is 
suddenly illuminated by a picture of a large Santa Claus beating up Dr. Forrester.  Michelle 
is moving the comtros around, playing as Santa Claus.  She is thoroughly enjoying the 
game.  Suddenly, she is interrupted by the intercom system turning on and Gypsy calling 
them.
	"Guys, Droppo and Voldar are calling!"  Gypsy calls.
	"Thanks, Gypsy," Mike says as Michelle turns the game off.  "Feel better?"
	"Much!" Michelle says as they walk back up to the bridge.

Deep 13
	In Deep 13, Forrester is pacing around impatiently.
	"Where have you guys been?" Forrester asks the two as they reach the bridge.  "I 
hope that you weren't making out!"

	"Us?  HA!!!" Michelle exclaims.

	"Yes, well, we're a bit busy right now.  Our next door neighbors in Deep 13.5 are 
having a Christmas Party, and they didn't invite us," Forrester says.  "Now, I'm waiting 
for someone to get here to help us get some revenge so that we can open up a big can of 
Whoop Ass on them."  There comes a knocking on the door.  "Ah, that must be him now!"  
Forrester opens the door and in walks Heidegger from Final Fantasy VII.
	"All right, Forrester, what's your rpoblem?" Heidegger asks.
	"Well, Heidegger, I can call you Heidegger, can't I?" Forrester says.
	"Well, you can call me that, or by my first name, Gertrude," Heidegger says.
	"I think that I'll stick with Heidegger.  Anyway, I need some tactical help against 
these guys next door on whom we're going to open up a big, frosty can of Whoop-Ass," 
Forrester explains.
	"What was their offense?" Heidegger asks.
	"They had a Christmas Party, and Frank and I didn't get invited."
	"Now, that's a lengthy offense," Heidegger says with a frown.  "You know, I'm 
going to help you personally, seeing as how I didn't get invited myself.  Where's Frank, 
anyway?"
	"He's out getting some supplies for our offensive," Forrester replies. Then, Frank 
walks in, carrying many various weapons, one of which seemed to be a Yoko Ono album.  
"What sorts of supplies did you buy?" Forrester asks.
	"Lemme see here," Frank says thoughtfully.  "I got a tactical thermonuclear 
device..."
	"We'll have to wait for that one unless it comes down to the end," Heidegger says.  
Forrester nods understandingly.
	"I got Nav's less talented, but cheaper, father's brother's uncle's nephew's former 
room mate," Frank says.
	"That'll come in handy," Forrester says.
	"I got a couple of tapes of 'Manos: The Hands of Fate'," Frank says.
	"Oh, gotta love that!" Forrester exclaims.
	"Any actual guns?" Heidegger asks.
	"Let me look," Frank says, going back outside to the pile of weapons sitting 
outside.
	"This may take a while," Forrester says up to the Satellite, where everyone has an 
incredulous look on their faces.  "While we're handling this, you'll be watching 'One 
Christmas Night', a Thundercats lemon by CATS.  Merry Christmas!  Ho, ho, die!"

SoL
	"Oh, God," Mike says.  "They're probably going to lose, even with all of those 
weapons!  And we're stuck up here reading CATS!"
	"Rats!" Tom exclaims.
	"What's CATS?" Michelle asks.
	"You don't want to know," Mike explains.  Then, fanfic sign goes off, sending the 
three into the theatre.

Door 6: It's a curtain of peace beads.  You push them out of the way and get a whiff of 
marijuana smoke as you pass through.

Door 5: It opens from the center, spiralling outward.

Door 4: It's a castle moat.  The gate falls and misses your feet by inches.

Door 3: It's a wall of bone.  You break it down, only to have it rebuilt by an invisible 
force.  You decide to go around it instead.

Door 2: It's in the shape of a heart.  You board a small ship and ride it through the door.

Door 1: It's a vault door.  The center ring swirls and the door opens easily.

	"Come on, how much worse than 'Chibi-Usa Loses Her Virginity' could it be?" 
Michelle asks.
	"You ahven't had any experience with CATS," Tom says.  The fic starts and the 
crew prepares for another ride.

>One Christmas Night
>by CATS

Tom: (Austin Powers) Saucer of milk, Table for two! Mrowr!

>This is a another story and it happens before all of the rest of my 
>stories, Email me good messages so I will come out with more!

Michelle: How about a flame?  Does that work?

>                            It was the night before Christmas, all 
>through the lair everyone was sleeping.  All the Snarfs were away 
>celebrating and all the Thundercats were suppoused to be sleep in their 
>beds.

Mike: Unfortunately, they weren't.  That's where this fic obviously picks up.

>Panthro was dressed up in a big red and white outfit placing 
>presents under the tree.

Crow: *tick, tick, tick, tick* *BOOM!!*

>The Thunderkittens were sleep, quietly 
>dreaming of new things.

Mike: Judging from that opening, it was probably sugar plums dancing through their 
heads.
Tom: (Wily-Kit) get them out!  What the hell is a sugar plum, anyway?

>Lion-o was sitting in the control room, sleeply 
>watching the monitor.  Cheetara laid quietly in her bed, dressed in a 
>black, silk nightgown.  She tossed and turned in her sleep.

Michelle: (Cheetara) Fourth Grade Gym Class... Killed a man...  Never laugh at me again!

>Tygra slept 
>in his bed soundly, dreaming of Cheetara.  He was soon awakened by a 
>noise.  He heard a familar noise but he couldn't make it out.

Mike: Explain the logic behind that statement.  Something can't really be familiar if you 
don't know what it is to start with.

>He arose 
>from his bed, with his member fully hard.

Crow: And we wanted to know because...

>He stumbled over a couple of 
>things as he headed for the door.  He slowly crept into the hall, his 
>dick slowly softening.

Tom: *INTENSE* *SLEEP* *WALKING* *ACTION*!!!

>He walked down the hall and stopped at Bengali's 
>room.  He heard soft moans, he knew there was more than one person in 
>there.  He slowly turned the knob of the dorr and looked in.  He saw 
>Bengali and Pumyra kissing in a chair near the window.

Crow: That, unfortunately, was the one thing that he never wanted to see.  He was finally 
driven over the edge, and used the power granted to him by the Dark One to destroy the 
Fanfic, the series, and the author all at once!
Mike: Oh, fun!

>                            Bengali sat, spread leg in the chair.  
>Pumyra was passionately kissing him, wide legs wrapping behind him.  
>Their mouths met several times.

Michelle: ...and after a while, one lip began to think that the other one was stalking him!

>Bengali moving his hand up and down 
>Pumyra's ass.

Mike: (Bengali) Yeah, this is one hell of a donkey!  I'll take it for two hundred dollars.
Michelle: Actually, that's a bit steep of a price for that particular ass.

>Pumyra had hear hands wrapped around Bengali's neck, 
>breathing heavily with ever touch of their lips.  Bengali's penis was 
>already inflating and Pumyra was very wet from all the excitement.

Tom: Again, more useless information!

>They 
>lips met again and stayed there for awhile.  Kissing more passinately 
>then before.  When they broke the kiss, Bengali moaned furiously, 
>wanting more of her sweet lips.  Pumyra panted heavily and looked into 
>his eyes.

Crow: (Pumyra) Bengali, do you get the feeling that we're being watched?

>The blues of his eyes shine in the night.  Bengali leaned up 
>and began kissing on the nape of her neck.  Pumyra moan softly as he 
>gently suckled her neck.  He lick tenderly on her ear.  "OH Bengali" she 
>said low.

Crow: (Bengali) What the... that's a baritone!  You're not Pumyra!

>Trying to catch her breath, Pumyra ran her hand through his 
>gentle mane.  Bengali moved up and kissed her upon the lips again, 
>letting his tongue open her mouth.  He slowly moved in and she welcomed 
>him ito her mouth.

Tom: Look, sure he was the judge of the OJ case, but you don't have to name a verb after 
him!

>They both shut their eyes enjoyed the moment.  
>Bengali's hands moved up to Pumyra's hips, stroking them and feeling 
>them.  Pumyra wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her body 
>closer to his.

Mike: (Bengali) Stop... squeezing so... hard!  Choking me!

>Bengali's hands ran up her body and gently grabbed her 
>head.  He pulled her closer and closer to him.  Her chest pressing 
>longly against his.  Bengali pulled his lips off of her and let his 
>tongue slowly come out also.  Pumyra let a soft cry escape her lips.

Michelle: (Pumyra) Why do I always have to be in these CATS fics?  Why can't Snarf and 
Snarfer be in one?
Mike: Think about what you just said.  Think real hard for just a moment, and wonder why 
you said it.
Michelle: Oh, my Goddess!

>                            Pumyra had wanted this for a long time.  A 
>romantic and pleasurable time with her love Bengali.  As Pumyra looked 
>at him again, she was afraid of what may not happen tonight.

Tom: You know, we're afraid of it, too, just for different reasons!

>But she 
>could tell by the desire in his eyes and his heavy breathing, that he 
>wanted the same thing.  "Bengali..." she was cut short by Bengali 
>putting a finger to her mouth.  "No need for words Pumyra.  Let this be 
>our night of passion" he said softly to her.

Mike: You see, they're just doing it because they think that Santa Claus has stopped 
checking his Naughty/Nice list.
Crow: (Santa) Yeah, Pumyra!  Do it for me!

>He kissed her again, 
>pulling her closer.  He placed his hands on her hips again and she drew 
>her legs around his waist.  He ran his hands slowly up and down her 
>outer thigh, making her moan softly in their kiss.

Tom: You know, I think that we've found one of CATS's better fics.
Michelle: How do you know?
Tom: Nobody's getting it on with Wily-Kit and -Kat.

>His hands then moved 
>up to her shoulders and began running everywhere on her body.  He felt 
>on her arms and rubbed her ass slowly.  Pumyra never felt so excited in 
>her life.

Mike: Except for the time when she was up for an Emmy.
Michelle: Pumyra?  Not bloody likely.

>Bengali slowly crept one of his hands up her shirt.  He felt 
>her bare chest as her nipples were hardening.  Pumyra felt a moan in her 
>throat and it slipped into Bengali mouth, vibrating their every kiss.

Tom: Oh, my gosh!  Her throat fell out and Bengali started eating it!
  
>Bengali's tongue slipped into her mouth again, tasting the sweetness of 
>her.

Crow: You know, I've never really found fish that sweet...
Tom: Except for when you put pure sugar cane on it.

>He slipped his hand onto her back, softly caressing it.  Pumyra 
>slid her hands down his strong chest and then to his legs.  She could 
>feel his member hardening more aginst her thigh.

Michelle: No, that's just a gun in his pocket.

>It felt long and warm, 
>demanding to be inside her beautiful body.  Bengali stopped kissing her 
>and they both caught their breath.

Mike: (announcer) The wily breath can sometimes be difficult to catch if you give it enough 
time to get used to your strategies...

>Bengali ran his fingers on her 
>thighs, making her shiver with delight.  "Oh Bengali... please give me 
>more" she pleaded quietly.

Michelle: (Bengali) What, you actually want attention?  What next, quality time?

>Bengali looked into her eyes, her face 
>glowing in the moonlight.

Tom: That's what you get for playing around at a Nuclear Power plant!

>                            He pulled her legs from around his waist 
>slowly.  He grabbed her legs and her back and picked her up.  He walked 
>slowly to his king sized bed.  He he reached the foot of the bed, he 
>gently placed her on it.  He got onto the other side and they met in the 
>middle of the bed.

Michelle: Oh, how ROMANTIC!
All: (gagging noises)

>Pumyra felt the blue silk sheets in her hands.  
>Loving the touch and couldn't wait till she was naked on it.

Tom: Now, that's a new approach to advertising!
Michelle: (announcer) It's so comfortable that you find yourself undressing for no apparent 
reason!

>Bengali 
>pulled her head towards his and kissed her head.

Crow: She's a hermaphrodite?!
Mike and Michelle: SHUT UP!!

>Then he movbed down, 
>kissing her lips and then neck.  He sucked on the nape of her neck for 
>awhile.

All: Hickie!
Tom: Lion-O won't like that.
Crow: (Lion-O) I thought that you were saving yourself for me, Pumyra!
Mike: ...

>Pumyra meanwhile moved her hands all over Bengali's back.  
>Enjoying the feel on him sucking on her neck.  After seeing that he gave 
>her a good red mark on her neck, Bengali licked it softly.

Michelle: Can we call it or what?

>Pumyra let 
>out a moan as Bengali licked at her hickey.  Bengali got on top of 
>Pumyra, his hardness pressing gently against her abdomen.

Micelle: What is this, a friggin' nature show?

>He took off 
>his shirt slowly, Pumyra raising her hands to help him.  She was 
>anticipating the sight of his bare chest.

Crow: Of course, it sounded more logical the other way around.  You can see a guy's chest 
bare any time at the public pool.  It's not every day that you see a bare female chest.
Michelle: Damn skippy!

>Bengali finally got his shirt 
>off and revealed a muscular chest.  He leaned in and grabbed hold of 
>Pumyra's shirt.  He pulled the shirt over Pumyra's head and she moved up 
>so he could get it off.  Bengali admired the plump breasts, nipples 
>already hard.

Tom: "Plump" breasts?  Sounds like he's raising them for slaughter later on!

>He kissed her lips lightly and moved down to her nipples. 
> He lick tenderly at one while pinching the other between his thumb and 
>index finger.

Mike: Hmmm, I wonder if Vermilion has read this fic.  Lita used the same technique in 
"Evening at Lita's".

>Pumyra let out cries of passion as Bengali pleased her.  
>Bengali kissed her pink nipples and felt on her stomach area.  Pumyra 
>ran her fingers through Bengali's hair and moan more.  Bengali raised 
>his head up and said "Do you like this".  All Pumyra did was moan.  

Crow: The sad part was, she was moaning, "No!  Get away from me, you perverted 
freak!"

>Bengali moved back up to her nipples and nibbled on them.  He licked and 
>bathed her chest with his mouth.

Michelle: You know, it's just not the same as a bath in the hot springs.

>                            Pumyra grabbed Bengali and rolled him onto 
>his back.  She got on top of him and pressed her covered vagina to his 
>hardness in his pants.

Tom: (Bengali) No, really!  That's a banana in my pocket, and I'm not just happy to see 
you!

>She moaned as she rubbed up against that area.  
>Bengali let out a deep moan also, feeling a tingling in his dick.  
>Pumyra stopped an ran her hands down Bengali's chest.  She moved down 
>and kissed his blue nipples.

Crow: Blue nipples?  Is that anything like blue balls?
Michelle: No, but he's probably got those, too, knowing this author.

>She kissed hard on the nipples and licked 
>them.  She then bit softly on them, making Bengali moan softly.  The 
>nipples became instanly hard.  She ran her hands down to his six-pack

Mike: ...snagged some cans, and got smashed on their special night!  Bengali's response...
Tom: (Bengali) I'll never be able to forgive her!

>abs and enjoyed the feel of hard muscles.  She ran her hands towards his 
>pants.

Michelle: (Pumyra) Oh, Bengali...! Nice pants!

>She brushed a finger over Bengali's navel, making him giggle.  
>She then felt the smooth pubic hair that ran from his crotch area to his 
>navel.  She slowly undid his pants, making Bengali want to cum right 
>then and there.

Mike: ...as opposed to our wanting to leave right here and now!

>She slowly pulled them down, revealing white boxers.

Tom: I never would have pinned him for a boxer boy!  Hell, I didn't even know that they 
wore underware!
Michelle: Of course, we didn't want to know it in the first place...
  
>She took his pants off and threw them off the bed.  She then moved back 
>up to him and kissed him on the lips.  She slowly moved back down to his 
>crotch area.  She placed her hand on the wasteband of his boxers and 
>slowly pulled them down, revealing a full lentgh 9 inch cock.

Crow: And *there it is!!!*  The one bit of information that we didn't want to know from 
this fic!

>Pumyra 
>moaned to the sight and so did Bengali.  He was releaved to have his 
>cock released.  She yanked the boxers off and Bengali laid naked on the 
>bed excpet for his socks.

Michelle: Hey, blow some time describing the socks!
Tom: (CATS) They were white, and had pink stripes on them, with little pictures of Barbie 
on them.

>Pumyra grabbed hold of his cock and pulled on 
>it slowly.  Bengali moaned as she jacked his dick.  Pumyra took one of 
>her hands and grabbed Bengali's huge nutsack.

Mike: Watch out, those squirrels can get really defensive when you try to take their winter 
stashes!

>She fondled it in her 
>hand while coninuing her pulling on Bengali's dick.  Bengali tried to 
>hold in his moans but the excitement was too much for him.

All: (singing) I'm so excited!  And I just can't hide it!

>Pumyra knew 
>she was making him feel real good.
>                            She leaned down and kissed the head of 
>Bengali's cut penis.

Tom: Oh, my God!  She's Lorena Bobbit!
Michelle: Maybe that means he was circumsized.
Tom: He's Jewish?
Michelle: Perhaps not.
Mike: Oy, vey!

>She kissed again and again and again.  She stuck 
>her tongue and softly licked the head of his cock.  Bengali let out a 
>long and sorrowful moan this time.

Tom: (Bengali) I can't believe that I have to settle for this!  What, is Cheetarah too good for 
me?  I'll show her!

>Pumyra licked slowly up and down the 
>shaft of Bengali's cock.  Bengali grunted with pleasure.  He closed his 
>eyes and enjoyed the feel of her tongue.  Pumyra licked at the head of 
>the dick some more.

Michelle: (Bengali) She's the most affectionate dog I've ever had!

>Bengali moan quietly until he felt something warm 
>covering the head of his member.  He slowly opened his eyes and saw 
>Pumyra sucking on the head of his cock.  He called for her name but she 
>continued her action.

Mike: (Director) No, don't stop!  Keep rolling!  I want all of this!  I hate Third Earth, and 
everything on it!

>She slowly slid all of his dick into her mouth, 
>the head resting gently at the back of her throat.

Michelle: Look, Bengali, just thrust that thing of yours back a couple of more inches!  
You'll kill her within a few minutes, plus you'll get a free castration!

>She then began 
>moving slowly on his cock, licking the bottom end with her tongue.  
>Bengali sat back and pressed his head into the pillow.  Pumyra took her 
>hands and rolled Bengali's balls in her hands.  "Oh yeah" Bengali said 
>as Pumyra fondled his testicles.

Crow: "Oh, no," we said as the Prozac began to wear off.

>Soon Pumyra removed her mouh from his 
>dick.  She moved her mouth to his fur covered nuts and engulfed them.

Tom: Yet more un-needed information from the author!

>Bengali moaned through his teeth as she suck his balls in her mouth.  
>Soon enough she removed her mouth from there and moved back up to his 
>mouth.  They kissed gently, rubbing their hands everywhere on each 
>other.

All: (singing) Put your hands where my eyes can see...

>                            Bengali then got back on top of Pumyra.  
>They continued their kiss as Bengali moved his hands to Pumyra's skirt. 
> He slowly pulled it down her legs.  He broke the kiss and finished 
>taking off her skirt.  He pulled it off and threw it aside.

Tom: Man, this is the longest undressing sequence that I've ever seen!
Crow: Geez, in Sailor Moon Fantasy, they were usually undressed before you could snap!

>He gently 
>kissed her navel, making Pumyra giggle a little.  He then moved his 
>mouth to her panties.  He used his teeth to tug down her panties.  He 
>then used his hands to pull them all the way off.

Crow: Come on, why not be exotic?  Pull them off with your belly button!
Mike: Now, that couldn't happen!
Crow: That's the point.

>Bengali admired the 
>sweet vagina.  Pumyra breathed deeply, wondering what he was going to do 
>next.  Bengali slid his hands up and down her legs, gliding over the 
>lips of her cunt.

Michelle: (Pumyra) Dammit, I said "Keep your hands where my eyes *can see*!"  Now, 
you DIE!

>He slid his hands all over her inner thighs, making 
>her moan.  He spread her legs open and looked at the very wet pussy.  
>Pumyra closed her eyes, enjoying her hot moments with Bengali.  Then the 
>unexpected sensation of a tongue in her pussy flung her eyes open.  She 
>let out a cry as she saw Bengali licking up and down her vagina slowly. 
> She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life.

Michelle: Oh, sh**!
Mike: Whoah, calm down, Michelle!
Michelle: Sorry, I just never EVER wanted to see that.  Can we skip the rest of this 
section?
Rest: Yes.
(all close eyes)

>                            Bengali moved up her body again, placing his 
>lips on hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.  They moaned while 
>kissing, sweating furiously.

Mike: (Pumyra) by the way, Bengali, before I forget, buy some breathmints before the next 
time.

>He moved his hands to her hips and pulled 
>them forward.  Pumyra arched her back slowly, giving him what he wanted. 
> Bengali searched for her entrance with his full length penis.

Tom: You know, I never thought about this before now, but why did he want this fic to 
take place before his other ones?

>He found 
>it and slowly entered.  Pumyra forced her head into the pillow, trying 
>not to cry out of pain.  Bengali slowly pushed himself further in her.  
>He started to go further until he felt something.

Crow: (alarm noises) False plot point!  False plot point!  False plot point!

>Pumyra let a cry 
>escape her lips.  Bengali froze and said "Oh by Jaga, I didn't know this 
>was your first time Pumyra.  I'll stop if you want".

Michelle: What about us?  Do we count?  Please say that we count.  I would really like to 
be countes in this vote.  Being counted would really be good.  Could you please poll our 
opinions?  We have something to say about this matter!  We ...
Mike: They get the idea, Michelle.

>Pumyra let the 
>pain cease and said "No please go ahead.  I want you to be the first man 
>to make me cum".

Crow: What?  A hint of penetration?  It's Judgement Day, everyone!

>She placed a hand on his cheek and forced her hips 
>forward to try and comfort and ease his worries.  Bengali understood and 
>slowly slide further in her.  He forced down hard, making Pumyra cry out 
>again, telling him to go further.

Mike: ...away from her than any other man could.

>Finally Bengali forced past the spot 
>and Pumyra let a tear roll down her face.  It was done.  She was no 
>longer a virgin, she had been perged.

Tom: You see, that statement's ironic!
Michelle: I think I know how, but say anyway.
Tom: Anyway.
Michelle: Funny.  That's a different type of joke altogether.
Rest: That's a different type of joke.
Michelle: Get on with it, Servo.
Tom: Anyway, it says that he's purged her, when he's actually taken away her purity.
Michelle: That's deep.
Mike: So deep, I think that I got the bends from it.

>Bengali stopped his movement 
>again, letting Pumyra get used to the size of his dick and waiting for 
>the pain in her to go away.  He leaned down and licked the tear off of 
>her face.

Crow: What's the matter?  Haven't got a handkerchief?

>Pumyra felt the pain go away and she looked up at Bengali.  
>He smiled lovingly at her and she relaxed.  "Go on Bengali" she said 
>softly as she closed her eyes again.

Michelle: Or not.  Let's skip this.
(All close eyes)

Later...

Mike: (opens eyes to check if the kinky part has passed)  Hey, guys, it's okay now!
(all open eyes)

>Pumyra looked over 
>to Bengali and lovingly whispered "I LOVE YOU BENGALI."  Tygra left from 
>outside the door, leaving a puddle of cum on the floor.

Tom: You mean that he was...
Michelle: The whole time, he was...
Crow: That's too hentai, even for me!
Mike: Anyone know what this fic had to do with Christmas?
Rest: Not really.
Mike: Just checking.  Let's go.
(All rise to leave)

Reverse door sequence

	Outside, Mike is sitting in a chair, dressed up as Santa Claus.  "NEXT!!" he calls 
out.  Tom floats over to him and rises to sit in Mike's lap.  "What do you want for 
Christmas, little boy?" Mike asks in his best Santa Claus impression.
	"Well, Santa," Tom says, taking a deep breath, "I want a plane, a pony, a nuclear 
bomb, I want to choose who lives and dies, I want all the Sailor Moon tapes, for riffing 
practice, I want Dr. Forrester's head on a stick, I want all A's on my report card..."
	"Well, that is a lengthy list!" Mike exclaims.  "I'll see what I can do.  NEXT!!"  
Tom floats away and Crow walks up to jump into Mike's lap.  "And what do you want for 
Christmas?"  Crow says nothing, only spits in Mike's face, then walks away.  Mike wipes 
the spit off of his face, then yells, "NEXT!!"  Michelle walks up and sits on Mike's lap.  
"What do you want for Christmas?" Mike asks Michelle.
	"I want you, you big hunk of man!" Michelle exclaims, yanking on Mike's beard.  
It unexpectedly comes off easily.  "What in the... I thought that you were the real Santa!"  
She slaps Mike and runs off to her room, crying.  The red Mads Light starts flashing.  
Mike disconsolatly presses the button.

Deep 13
	In Deep 13, the lab is completely in a shambles.  There are the sounds of war going 
on all around.  Tobmac maneuvers around, trying to find Forrester, Frank, and Heidegger.  
Suddenly, it gets pulled down to reveal Forrester, looking very dishevelled.
	"Okay, boobies, here's the deal," Forrester says.  "We attack our neighbors, right?  
Then, we find out that they aren't quite as defenseless as we figure them out to be.  
Apparently, they're the Turks on crack, steroids, a caffeine high, and Jolt.  Who is it, you 
may ask.  Well, you remember Adam Sheehan and 'Lost Worlds'?  Well, they're that 
Army of the 7th.  We're gonna take a while to beat them, even if we do survive."

	"Hey, Servo!  Hear that?  You may get one of your Christmas Wishes after all!" 
Mike exclaims.

	"This is no time to joke around, Mike!" Forrester exclaims.  He then comes out 
from behind the shelter that he had and takes some pot shots that don't even hit their 
targets.  He ducks back quickly and swears under his breath.  "Is anyone positioned near 
the button?" Forrester yells out.  Frank's voice answers back.  "Well, push it!"

*BLIP!*
*Fwoosh!*

	Thanks to CATS for writing this fic.  This MSTing wasn't meant in any way to 
insult CATS, just his work.  I actually finished this MSTing's first draft in September, so 
I've had a long time to work on it.  Anyway, I'll see you next time!

MST3K produced by:
Best Brains

MST3K created by:
Joel Hodgeson

Original fic written by:
CATS

MSTing by:
M. H. Torringjan

Keep circulating the fanfics!

>Tygra left from 
>outside the door, leaving a puddle of cum on the floor.