The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the sprawling beach house that Tang, Pigsy, Wukong, and MK had rented for the week. This wasn’t just any vacation—it was a Christmas vacation

Tang, ever the historian, marveled at the architecture of the massive house, pointing out various details to anyone who would listen. Pigsy, on the other hand, was more interested in the state-of-the-art kitchen, already planning the sumptuous feasts he would prepare for the group.

Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, exuded a relaxed energy the house itself was a marvel. Expansive windows offered stunning views of the ocean, and the open-plan living area was filled with comfortable furnishings, perfect for gatherings and celebrations. The backyard opened directly onto the beach, where they could enjoy bonfires and late-night swims under the stars.