“Today is Christmas Eve, everyone, and we are here at a very special concert out here in the Kansas Fields!” Blackbird says, her voice carrying over the roar of a crowd thanks to the mic. “We’ve found out, recently, that THE Justin has decided to become a Christmas Elf! That’s why he’s been setting up the biggest fund-raiser concert he’s ever had! He’s accepting money, clothes, or toys, and plans on donating all of it to our local shelters!”
She leads the way to a fenced off area to the side. There are black suits standing at the gate, but in front there are several of the Cape High students taking the donations and posing for pictures with the donators. They all seem to be having a great time. “We’ve got some great selfie options over here!” Blackbird says as the students wave at them happily. “So if you have some gently used toys or clothes you can spare, we’re looking for them!”
They head back to the stage, showing that Justin is rocking out on the stage with his band, playing Christmas carols and several new Christmas songs, while hundreds of teenage girls and their family members sing along. The song finishes and Justin looks over the crowd.
“And we’re joined by Blackbird and Gecko! Hey, guys!” he says over the mic. “Why don’t you come on up and you can do your interview now?”
“Sounds like fun!” Blackbird says as the two make their way up onto the stage. They hop up the side instead of taking the stairs.
“Everyone, these two are the reporters of a brand new station called VTV,” Justin says over the mic. “They’re working for the school I go to, right now, though. So—“
“Ho, ho, hooooo,” a familiar voice says, taking over the speakers. Everyone looks up, including the drone. Cold Steel floats overhead with his ratty version of a Santa suit on. He’s got a pile of presents wrapped up in metal strands on the back of his surfboard. “Hands up, everyone, I’m here to STEAL CHRISTMAS!”
The crowd has a mixed reaction, with several of the true Justin fans booing loudly and throwing things at him, but the family members that had come along start cheering their heads off (especially the guys.)
“Cold Steel! Have you no Christmas spirit?” Justin demands. The dramatic way he says it looks almost natural. “How could you steal presents from innocent civilians?”
“Well, mostly like this,” Cold Steel says, digging a handful of metal ball bearings out of his pocket and tossing them into the air. They shift, forming a long string that shoots out, wrapping around the Christmas tree on the edge of the stage. It wraps it up and lifts the tree into the air. Cold Steel flicks his fingers, sending the tree flying towards him. He drops it down in front of him, placing a heavily studded boot on it with a triumphant grin.
“Fighting is not part of the Christmas spirit, man, so I’m going to ask nicely. Let. The presents. GO!” Justin says.
“That didn’t sound like asking to me!” Cold Steel says.
“Then let me do it for him,” Kid Liberty says, coming from the table where they’re accepting gifts. He jumps into the air, floating in front of his brother. “You’re my brother, and it’s Christmas, but I’ve got no problem smacking some sense into you right now. Let the presents go, Cold Steel, or get a Merry Christmas smackdown!”
“I choose the smackdown,” Cold Steel says, grinning evilly before putting his mic away. The two start fighting, rushing through the sky and clashing in a well-practiced spar.
“And a one, a two, a three!” Justin calls out before launching into a brand-new song, which seems to be titled “Merry Christmas Smackdown.”
Blackbird and Gecko look at each other, then away, their shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. Gecko seems to recover first, but he’s still grinning from ear to ear as he grabs the mic and says, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a GOOD NIGHT!”
The screen fades out with the image of both of them waving going blurry before it turns black.