After making sure everything was in place, along with flour and other materials, Molly finally managed to settle into her chair with a cup of coffee while Mr. Bingo and Miguel were enjoying the fruitcakes. The three enjoyed their food and the song on the radio.

Mr. Bingo said, "It's... quiet"

"It better remain that way." Molly responded in exhaustion

"No, you don't get it. It's too quiet!"

Miguel snickered. "Don't jinx it man."

As if on cue, there came the dreaded sound: crash!

Mr. Bingo and Miguel snapped their heads from the couch in the direction of the kitchen.

"Should we help them?" Miguel asked.

Molly stirred her coffee in protest. "Don't worry, they're going to come for it any time now."

Sure enough, a frustrated Julia called from the kitchen. "Help, please! We are drowning here."

Nick quipped, ready to not let this opportunity slide, "As long as you are not drowning in snow, you're not getting help."

Paige joined in pleading for help. "Help us, please? I promise we both will behave."

He looked at Julia for reassurance but seeing that she was stifling her laughter, he joined in too.

Molly finished her coffee, placed the cup on the table and got up. "Fine. If there's even a single trouble you folks create, I'll do the dirty deed of burying you into soil myself."

Nick grabbed Sir Waddlesworth and waddled him in the air. "The star of the house will supervise from a safe distance."

Molly gave him a flat look. "If that penguin falls into the frosting, you're eating it."

She huffed out and motioned for others to join in.

Together, the team led on. It was a messy result and the gingerbread dream house was far from perfect but it was made with love, and chaos, of course. The holiday mission was successfully accomplished.

"Next time," Paige suggested as he chewed an orange piece in his mouth. "We'll make a mansion!"

"With ten floors of gingerbread!" Julia added with enthusiasm.

The adults groaned, weary of the next Christmas already.