Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution or GI-Joe, or any other combos including those that Red Witch has made a unique universe out of.
It was the night before Christmas, when on the Joe base. The McGuffin device activated, Chaos would fill the space.
Lance groaned as he heard a sound. It almost seemed like it was coming from the roof. He started to get up when he saw something. He screamed "AHHHH!" and fell out of bed onto his head. "Ouch..."
"What, you haven't seen a coyote in an elf outfit before?"
Ten seconds later, Lance groggily got up and stumbled out of the room, followed by the chattering imaginary mammal. It was still in the elf suit.
"Aren't you going to check out the clatter?"
Lance sighed. "You're not going to let me get back to sleep are you?"
"Nope and don't forget to pick up the McGuffin device first."
"Wha…"
"Would you rather I annoy you till you do?"
"Fine, if it will shut you up."
As he made his way to the attic and the newly installed hatch to the roof, Lance tried to figure out what the sound had been. Also, why DID Shipwreck put the hatch in?
When he got onto the roof, the coyote was standing before him. "Why can't you at least pretend to be real and bark on the lawn or something?"
"That's a dog, moron. Anyway, look at this."
"Oh great, now I'm seeing a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I need better drugs?"
Santa Claus stumbled up the chimney... which was a first for him. He shook his head. After putting a mirror for the speed idiot, a four foot tall stuffed cow for Fred, and a pink teddy bear for Wanda, as well as assorted other things including a fine alcohol for Shipwreck... he had the bright idea to visit the little kids.
"Whoever gave that kid a whiffle bat needs a straight jacket." Then he stopped in shock. "Where's my sleigh?!"
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"Why'd you get me to fly the sleigh?"
"Would you rather I did?" Coyote asked as he sat there picking his teeth with a candy cane.
"Point taken. So what're we doing?"
"Delivering presents to all the children of the world of course. That and driving Santa nuts for refusing to give you another Blanky…"
"I thought I told you never to talk about that again!"
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They slid down the chimney. Lance sighed and lugged the bag out and started pulling out gifts. Then he looked up in shock at the crazy mammal who was leering at him from under the mistletoe.
"No way."
"Ah, I was just funning you."
"You'd better be."
"Besides you need lipstick."
"WHAT!"
Coyote ran away laughing.
"Come back here you!"
"Wait, don't pull...." BANG "That..."
And havoc reigned supreme for the rest of the night.
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Around 5 am, Santa groggily looked up from where he was sitting and saw a strange sight. A teenager arguing with himself, and eight reindeer in dresses.
"What did you do?!!"
"Don't look at me, it's all the Coyote's fault!"
BeachHead woke up the next morning, looked to see what was beside him in bed and screamed as he was zapped by an angry Storm. A very singed BeachHead went to the infirmary thirty minutes later.
BA got enough supplies to keep the base in coffee for the next 100 years.
Sgt Snuffles found itself in bed with CoverGirl. She stormed out with it in tow, to pound on BeachHead for daring to sneak into her bedroom.
Pietro woke up wearing tweed. His screams were so high pitched, dogs were coming by to visit.
Cobra Commander found himself strung up a flag pole wearing a cheerleader outfit. Cobras began to quit by the thousands. He wound up having to employ drunk fantasy convention goers.
Lance meanwhile was curled up in bed, while visions of Kitty danced through his head. Of course when he woke up he would laugh at the image of Kelly being left gift wrapped complete with a bow at a gay bar.
Duncan screamed as a maniacal Coyote in a Hell's Angels outfit chased him around town on a pogo stick.