Nope don't own FF 12. Some characters will be ooc… who am I kidding this is a humor fic and ooc will happen. Also note I don't exactly know much about the Judges three of them I don't even know what they look like under those helmets. Read review no flames those are bad for my health.

The Brothers Solidor.

Vayne was staring at the ceiling thinking. "Let's see what is there to do. Kill Princess Ashe, that over empire, and…"

"Lord Vayne!" Yelled Bergan barging into his office nearly breaking the door.

"Buy a new lock for door that one has been broken for a while." He looked at him. "Yes Bargain?"

"It's Bergan sir. Lord Larsa is acting weird."

"Larsa does those things."

"Lord Vayne-"

"What kind of weird?"

"Well sir he keeps saying we should celebrate this holiday that the Dalmascans have."

"Another one?"

"Yes sir."

"Those Dalmascans and their holidays you think they just call a day whatever they want to get a day off. Please tell me this one is better than Halloween."

"No costumes this time."

He sighed in relief. The last time Larsa decided to try one of the Dalmascans' holidays he had to dress up, so he stole Gabranth's armor. Needless to say that wasn't a very good day and he decided once he became emperor the Judges could have some other form of cover instead of that armor. "So what is it?"

"Making an unnecessarily large dinner, eating till you're sick, and watching parades. Oh and you go shopping the next day early in the morning."

He paused for a minute. "… What the hell kind of holiday is that!?"

"Thanks giving is what they call it sir."

He sighed. "Let him have his holiday."

"Yes sir." He said walking away and shut the door.

"Well?" asked Larsa who had been standing out side.

"You got your holiday."

"Yes!" he said happily.

"So now what?"

"Get the other Judges and cook up the feast."

"Wait you want us to do the cooking?"

"It's a family holiday."

"But we aren't even related to you!"

"So." He said walking away.

Bergan walked to the hall of Judgement… okay that's overly dramatic. The hallway where the Judges rooms is. "Judges!" he called.

The other four Judges opened their doors and tossed various insults at him.

"You." Said Ghis.

"Ew." Said Drace

"Hmm…" mumbled Zargabaath.

"What now?" asked Gabranth.

"Lord Larsa has decided to have another one of Dalmasca's holidays."

"My armor!" screamed Gabranth running back to his room.

"No more candy." Said Zargabaath cowering in a corner.

"The children…." Said Drace.

"No candy, or children, or costumes."

"My armor is safe?"

"Yes Gab your armor is safe."

"Thank God."

"So what do we have to do this time?" asked Ghis

"Cook."

"WHAT!!!!!!" they all screamed

"I'm just a messenger."

They all glared at him… well he assumed they did since he can't see their faces.

"I'll be leaving now." He said running away.

"Holidays suck! If they are supposed to be holidays why can't we have a day off!?" whined Zargabaath.

"Because we don't have holidays. Larsa hears about them some how and thinks they are a good idea." Said Drace.

"But I want a day off."

They were all silent.

"Well I can pretty much guess that every one here can't cook…" said Ghis in a thoughtful tone of voice.

"I have an idea!" announced Gabranth.

Sometime later…

Bergan walked back to where the other Judges were at. "Guys umm I'm sorry about the… you know… thing… but… guys?" he noticed there was a note on the wall.

'Dear Bergan,

We have all decided since this was a holiday that we would take the week off. Good luck with Thanks Giving.

Signed,

Gabranth, Drace, Ghis, and Zargabaath.

P.S. Sucks to be you.'

Bergan dropped the note. "Oh my God! I know they did not… just… why me!?"
Larsa walked up behind him. "Where's the food?"

"They uhh… I'll get to cooking it right away…"

Some where on a beach the other four Judges were relaxing.

"We should have done this sooner." Said Gabranth.

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