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[The last Thanksgiving dessert pie hasn't even been cleaned out yet, and already something is astir in camp. Small flat boxes are falling from the sky, pounding loudly on cabin rooftops and littering the campgrounds and floating in the duck pond. Upon closer inspection, they're advent calendars, with a little note attached to them: "31 more days

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[mechabro]

What the SUPER HELL IS THIS?!

[ collects them off the deck of the Sunny anyways. Luffy Fuel. ]

[00_07]

Franky, what are those?

[mechabro]

I dunno, stuff fallin' from the sky! It's chocolate inside, though. I think.

[00_07]

Really? Can I have one?

[mechabro]

[ gives her one ]

Sure, why not. If somethin' happens, I'll take care'a ya.

[00_07]

What's going to happen?

[mechabro]

It's camp stuff that came fallin' outta the sky. There's a SUPER chance it might make ya a lil' bird again or somethin'.

[00_07]

I don't really want to be a bird again right now.

[mechabro]

Here, I'll each a piece with ya. Deal?

[00_07]

Okay! That's a good idea.

[takes out the first piece of chocolate from her calendar]

[mechabro]

[ takes a piece out of a different one ]

On three. A'ight? One... two...

[00_07]

Three!

[eats her chocolate!]

[mechabro]

[ NOM ]

Yeah, it's safe. Ya can have mine, too.

[00_07]

I get two?

[mechabro]

Yep! I don't really like sweets n' stuff, so ya can have it if ya want it.

[00_07]

I would. Thanks, Dad.