Dib walked downstairs for a midnight glass of water, sleepy and groggy.

Once he was downstairs, he looked around and saw…. His dad kissing Mrs. claus?!

they were both on the couch, Mrs. Claus on his father.

Membrane looked at Dib.

Professor membrane: Ah— Dib-!

Dib: Dad…who’s that.

but, Dib knew it was Mrs. Claus herself. He knew his fathers grudge to Santa..of course he would steal his woman!