The Ghost and Molly McGee X Reader

Saving Christmas

"Oh, I love Christmas! It's the most en-happifying time of the year!" Molly said. "And it's our first Christmas in Brighton!" (Y/n) added. "Ahh! Could this possibly get any better?" Molly asked. "Oh, it can, and it will! Tomorrow is the cookie bake-off. They start with gingerbread, then work their way to snickerdoodles. The sassiest of all cookies!" Scratch said. "Welcome everyone to the annual Snowflake Celebration. And may I add that, as your Mayor, I personally made sure that our tree is a full two inches taller than Perfektborg's." The mayor said. The crowd is cheering and applauding. The metal clanks as the lever is pulled and everyone gasps. "Whoa!" Everyone said. The tree lights suddenly start zapping. "Oh, no." The mayor said. Electricity surges up the tree and pops all the lights. "No one panic!" The mayor said. The tree lights on fire. Everyone in the audience screams and evacuates the area. The burning tree falls on a guy in a Santa costume, propelling him into the air. The guy in the Santa costume is screaming as he flies. A skunk hits a man in the face and gets attached to him, 

causing the man to run into a pole, which then causes more electricity to surge and pop the lights on the other poles and around Brighton. "What? No! It can't be! This ole girl's not done! She just needs a little Christmas magic!" Molly said while she and (Y/n) lift the fallen tree. "If we put her back—" (Y/n) said, but the fallen tree splits in half and collapses. "Uh, no. What if we buy more decorations?" Molly asked. "I spent all the money on that stupid two-inch-taller tree. I'm sorry, everyone, but the Snowflake Celebration... like our town's happiness... is canceled." The mayor said. "No, no, no, this can't be. I feel the season of joy... turning into despair." (Y/n) said. "Will there still be... cookies?" Scratch asked, and the man nods. "Oh, okay, then I'm good." Scratch said. "Well, I'm not. And neither is Brighton. We've got to find a way to fix this!" Molly said. There's a choral singing which ends abruptly as the "Santa" is standing in the way. He gets out of the way, and the choral singing continues. 

The object Molly and (Y/n) are focusing on is revealed to be Davenport's. "And I've found it. In record time, too! Let's go!" (Y/n) grabs Molly and Scratch and he grunts. "Mr. Davenport, will you donate your time, money, and resources to save the Snowflake Celebration and enhappify your fellow Brightonians?" Molly asked. "Interesting question. And here's one for you... Will this make me trend?" He asked. "Oh-ho-ho, yes, sir! On both coasts and everywhere in between!" (Y/n) said. "Okay! Then you know what, I'm gonna give you a hard no on this charity thing." Mr Davenport said.

"Wha... wait? What?" Molly asked. "I've got a brand to protect. Davenport's Department Store does not hand out free joy. Especially this time of year. Like my father used to say... "Christmas is a time to make money, not merry!" He said. "But, but it's a Brighton tradition!" (Y/n) said. Andrea opens the door, holding a present. "You should listen to her, Daddy." She said. "Andrea? You agree with us?" Molly asked. "I was gonna be this year's Snowflake Queen. Like Mom was at my age. But without the Celebration, that can't happen." She explained. "Aww, Button, you can pick any crown you want from our Halloween surplus! We'll just stage a photo and put it on your socials! It'll be fun!" Mr Davenport closes the door and Andrea throws the present she's holding away. Later, The TV in the background is playing Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. "Oh, I can't believe he turned us down! This injustice will not stand!" (Y/n) said. "Is "injustice" really the—" Scratch began. "Do not question my righteous anger!" (Y/n) shouted. "There's gotta be a way to change Mr. Davenport's mind..." Molly said. "Bah! Humbug!" Scrooge on the tv said. "That's it! A Christmas Carol! We'll scare Mr. Davenport into the sponsorship with a Scrooge-like intervention." (Y/n) said.

 "Guess it'll be good for a laugh. All right, I'm in!" Scratch said. They got to Mr. Davenport's house. "Go in there and make him rediscover his Christmas spirit." Molly said. Scratch transforms into "The Ghost of Christmas Past", and goes inside the house. As Molly and (Y/n) are hanging off him, however, Molly lets him go and falls. The Davenports are snoring. Scratch ghostly moans. "Arise and repent!" He said. Mr Davenport wakes up and rubs his eyes and chuckles. "What a weird dream. And this one comes with a low-rent ghost." He said. "I'm sorry, "low rent?" Scratch smacks Mr Davenport's hand. "Listen, pal! This is no dream! I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past, here to remind you of a time when you weren't such a jerk!" He said. Mr Davenport chuckles. "Good luck with that!" He lies back in bed. "All right, we're gonna have to do this the hard way!" Scratch drags Mr Davenport.