Alright. Now, on to our next tale, friends. How Dr. Clef Saved Christmas. After this break brought to you by Momatic Fluid. Ah, that's good memes. Dr. Clef Saved Christmas. The senior staff of Site-19 huddled in the conference room, warming themselves from the chill air of the cold mid-December morning. Coats and hats hanged on the wall and over the backs of chairs, ice and snow dripping onto puddles on the tile floor, as their owners drank strong black coffee from syrophilm cups and chatted idly. None of the new widest emergency meeting had been called, nor why on such short notice, so early on a Sunday morning right in the middle of the holidays. The muffled conversation came to a halt as Site Director Ives entered the room carrying a stack of notes and a reel of slides and approached the podium in the front. The Site Director's suit was wrinkled, his tie undone, beads of sweat on the balding man's forehead, though the heater had yet to kick in. Oh, that was a Momatic Fluid reaction. My apologies. Got a deal. Though the heater had yet to kick in, as he shuffled through his papers before dressing the group. Good morning everyone, I've said. Thank you for coming in on such short notice. I know it's early to discuss and most of you had the day off, but we've got quite a lot to discuss and there's a lot of work to be done. I've just finished up a conference call at the O5 Council and I'm afraid I've got some bad news. Ives paused and shuffled through his notes again before continuing. At 0532 Greenwich time, we received an emergency distress signal from Area 36 near the Magnetic North Pole. Security personnel reported that unidentified aircraft had been observed entering the zone of exclusion around SCP-4040's main facility and they believed a hostile attack was imminent. Ives paused. Three minutes later, we lost all contact with Area 36. We attempted to race SCP-4040 directly and got no response as well. We went to high alert at that time. We dispatched Mobile Task Force Alpha-7 from Montreal and they arrived at the scene at approximately 0930. I've set up the reel of slides on the projector sitting on the front desk and pulled the screen down from its place along the wall. Adelstein, could you get in the lights please? Adelstein flipped the switches by the front door, casting the room into darkness as Ives turned on the slide projector. When NTF-A7 arrived, this is what they found. Ives pressed a button and a slide popped up on the screen, depicting a single small house alone on the arctic tundra, what remained of that house anyway. The windows had been smashed in. The door kicked open. Its interior lay bare to the cold arctic winds and the perpetual winter twilight. Ah, fixing my sleep mode. Arctic twilight.  The drip from the rooftops informed crimson icicles, hanging by the dozens over the awning. It wasn't much better inside. Ives flipped in the next slide of the little house's parlor, furniture overturned and broken. Cabinets emptied onto the floor haphazardly. Everything covered in that strange, thick, red, icor, icor, icor, icor. One of those words. The annex was the same except for bodies. The next slide showed a tiny humanoid no more than four feet tall, dead on the floor. Its skin was horribly burned and fused together like it had been set on fire. Its flesh fused to its tiny green outfit and also soaked in red. We found 16 SCP-4040-3 dead in the annex. 184 were unaccounted for. No survivors that we've been able to locate. The entire on-site security team was also KIA. What about SCP-4040-1, asked Dr. Johnson. As of this time, MTF-87 has been unable to locate SCP-4040-1 or his remains. Ives, that as he flicked through several more slides, eat everyone showing a similar scene of devastation to the Arctic Workshop. And the re-at all nine instances of SCP-4040-2 are missing as well, I'm afraid. Ive signaled for Adelsine to turn the lines back on as he shut off his projector. Sorry, I didn't know who was talking so I missed that voice. Area-36 is a total loss and almost all of SCP-4040 is either dead or in the hands of a hostile power. As we all know, its now slightly less than five days until this year's scheduled occurrence of event 1225-pinnacle. In light of the damage to the facility, even if we're able to recover the surviving elements of SCP-4040, I'm afraid that... Ive stopped in mid-sentence as he looked out over the researchers. I'm sorry, he continued after collecting himself.  And I never thought I'd have to say something like this. But it looks like we're going to have to cancel Christmas. The room was a war with worried exclamations. Cancel Christmas? No presents! What did I tell the kids?! Please, everyone, calm down! Ive said as the group fell silent. We're collecting the available evidence as fast as we can. But what we need right now is an information management. The O5 Council feels that given our minimal lead time, procedure 1843 Scrooge Haymarket IV, that's the elves union goes on strike story, by the way, is the appropriate cover story to disseminate to the media. We should be able to cover this up and keep the civilian world from getting too worried about Santa's absence until we get a substitute toy delivery up and running. Dr. Jones raised his hand. Do we have any suspects yet? All we know for sure is it wasn't the GOC and it wasn't the Reds, Ive said. We've been in contact with Geneva and Moscow and the whole thing started and there's much in the dark as we are. It doesn't look like a CI job either. The science just aren't there. There aren't any bullet casings either. Whoever took this place down, they did it without firing a single shot. Dr. Michaels spoke up next. What about that who's all over the place in the photos? It's not elf blood, is it? No, thank God, Ive's replied. That's the strangest thing of all, really. The lab boys are still trying to figure it out while it's tomato sauce. Ordinary, run-of-the-mill, 5 cents a can tomato sauce with a little extra salt. Anywhere, there'll be time for a Q&A later. We've got to get started on this. Ive's picked up his briefcase from next to the podium, set it on the table, and opened it up to reveal several Manila folders packed with pre-prepared documents. This is what we'll be working from and what I want you to disseminate to your personnel or under your authority. Anderson, get this out of the press ASAP. The LA Times, the New York Post, CVS, NBC, ABC, BBC, CBC, everyone. Yes, sir, Anderson said. Jenkins, get the AFL-CIO and the Teamsters on the line. See if we can arrange some sympathy strikes with the Elves Union. Right away, boss, Jenkins replied. Clef, I want you to liaise with the Republican Party.  There was no response. A confused mutter filled the room for the missing administrator. Has anyone seen Clef? Fitzroy the Elf woke up with a start as a bright light shone in his face. His joints ached. His skin still burnt from the hot liquid that the men in green costumes had sprayed him down with. And his head was pounding. He opened his aching eyes slowly, trying to adjust the glare of the bright lights. He looked around. He found himself in a massive room with high ceilings and distant walls. He was shackled to the chair in which he sat, and a second chain bound him around the waist, leaving only his arms free. In front of him sat a long bench, one of five stretching the length of the room, before which sat scores of other Elves shackled as he was.   Fitzroy struggled with his swimming head, as he tried to remember how he'd gotten here. It had been just another morning in the week before the big day, just another shift making toys for the boss's big delivery. At least it had been until the lights went out and the men in green busted down the doors. He could see a few of them marching back and forth between the benches even now. Their green dresses, or togas, maybe? Dragging on the floor behind them, they're matching spiked crowns obscuring their faces and shadows, and each of them wearing a tank over their shoulders making to a nozzle this view that that burning hot red fluid that had scalded his friends to death as they grabbed him and injected him with something before tossing him in a sack. Fitzroy didn't have time to contemplate the circumstances of his captivity or what fate had been following the boss before a loud and evil voice rang out over a loudspeaker hidden in the rafters echoing throughout the cavernous building. Good evening, my happy little Elves, the voice declared. I'm afraid there's been a little change in the work schedule this holiday. In the next couple days, you'll be working quadruple shifts. Meal and smoke breaks are canceled, and you won't be making toys anymore. You'll be making something different. The speaker snickered to itself. We've got a big quota to make in time for the big day, and I'm counting on your magic little figures to make it happen. And once this is finished, you can all go back to your happy little Elf families. Safe and sound.  If you resist or fight back or don't work your hardest. Well, I can't guarantee that I won't be eating reindeer sausage this Christmas. The speaker laughed. His wicked cacophonous foul echoing over the booming speakers. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Now then, no time to waste. Get started. You'll find the recipe guide in the cooler. Start by warming your hot plate up to medium-high. Then go ahead and add a few tablespoons of butter. Extra, extra, shout out to the news agent of the dozens of software businessmen passing his stand on Fifth Avenue. Special Edition Elves Union pulls out of negotiations. LBJ demands immediate resolution to Christmas catastrophe. A man in a trench coat and fedora hat flipped a nickel to the newsman as he grabbed a copy of the New York Times off the stack, unfolding it and reading it as he walked. Christmas and perilous strike continues. Elves threaten to stay off job until after New Year's. First canceled Christmas since 1896, says Santa Claus. Is there still a reason for the season? The man folded the newspaper up as he crossed 59th Street, approaching the throng of people outside of F.A.O. Schwartz. With no kindly up deliver toys for their kids, the parents of the city had gone mad. The man peered in the window with the shelves almost bare as men ensued practically engaged in tugs of water over stuffed animals and Barbie dolls. You must have more bicycles in the back! Do you have any more Jack Proton toys? I'll pay anything, anything! Whatever she's paying for that doll, I'll pay double! The man was standing by the door with a box of teddy bears and auctioned them off to the eye as bitter as the man in the coat made his way past. People were waving bundles of cash in the air, a look at desperation in their faces as if they were bidding on the last loaf of bread in Manhattan. The man decided to take his leave before the police showed up and found his way to a phone booth on the corner, closing the door behind him to keep out the winter chill. He fisted his pockets to change as he dialed seven digits and dropped a dime into the slot. The phone rang five times for his intended contact deed picked up. Hello? Doc, it's me. Who's this? It's nobody. Listen, Cronkite was right. This place is going insane. So? We're gonna have to speed up production. We need at least 10,000 more units. We need to be able to get them on the shelves by Christmas Eve.  I can't work that fast. This is our golden opportunity, Doc. Every toy store on the island is sold out. All these people out here got to get something under their Christmas tree now that Santa's out of business. That's something that could be your toys. What if something goes wrong? You know this technology isn't perfect yet. Relax, Doc. This is a once-in-a-lifetime shot. If we play this right, every boy and girl in Manhattan is going to be playing with one of your toys. And once the war gets out, this could be the year the whole world learns the name Wonder Sangments. Dr. Jacob Andrews, flashlight in hand, made his way through the dark, cramped basement of Site-19. Most people barely even knew the basement existed, let alone had a reason to go down there and root around the old stacks of spiritualist quack artifacts and mothballed electrons from World War II and reams and reams of handwritten SCP files from the days when things like radium and daguerreotypes were considered anomalous. Andrews had his reason. Nobody had seen Dr. Clefton's the meeting yesterday morning. Everyone assumed he'd gone home or walked out or holed up in one of the labs or something. Andrews knew better, passing the shells of preserved Egyptian mummies and turning the laugh to the Olmec head. Olmec head. That's a legend of the Hidden Temple reference, I think. Andrews reached the brick wall and counted off one, two, three, four, five, six bricks, but we grabbed on with the masonry and pulled. The wall opened up instantly and the smell of saltwater and kelp hung heavy in the air as Andrews descended the stairs into the hidden grotto in the Site-19. Andrews reminded the seashell motif along the walls, turning off his flashlight as he approached the well-lit area at the bottom of the stairs. A new smell struck Andrews as he entered the main room of the massive cave. The undeniably distinctive scent of simmering cream and the frizzle of potatoes gently sautéing in bacon grease and the undeniably savoury aroma of Mericinera, Mericinera, Site-19ia. Mercenaria, Mercenaria, Site-19ia. The unique species of Quahog found in the waters of this grotto. The mandarin tunnels and low ceilings of the Chowder Cave could be next to impossible for strangers to navigate. Dr. Andrews was no stranger and in 30 seconds' flight he found himself in the kitchen of this subterranean base where Dr. Alto Clef, dressed in his black chef's coat, stood over the stove stirring a pot of flipping potatoes in his skillet. A dozen spice jars opened on the shelf beside him. I thought I'd find you down here, Alto. Andrews said the inward-focused chef. Chef Clef, chef Clef, chef Clef, lowered his spoon into the creamy broth simmering on the stove dove and brought it to his lips. Needs white pepper, he muttered to himself. We've been worried about you, Alto. Have you been down here all night? I gotta get this batch just right, Jacob," Clef replied. We both know the only person in the entire foundation qualified to deal with the man behind the sands napping. You don't know what was him, Andrews said. Just because the North Pole was covered with tomato sauce doesn't mean it was supposed to...  Clef responded angrily, turning away from the stove as he pulled the potatoes off the flame. Who else could it be? He has been seen since that cook-off in Rhode Island five years ago. The one that almost got you killed. Don't remind me. If I had a half a second sooner with the bossly, I would have stopped Alto, Andrews said. You haven't put on that coat in five years now. You're not getting any younger. Well, we all count on you to keep this place together. Santa counts on us, too, Clef said. Those G.O.C. bastards would have turned the North Pole in the glass years ago if it weren't for us keeping an eye out for the old man. And we've let him down. And if there's anything, anything I can do to help him, even if he's going back on my promise, never again, then I'll do it. Andrews sighed. I can see you've got your heart set on this, though. The doctor turned around and began to make his way back to the stairs. Wait, Clef shouted. I could use your help. Just like old times, huh? Clef smiled. Make sure the chowder clopped his...   No, chowder clopped her, no. Get out of here. Get your chowder clopped her out of here. We don't need your chowder clopped her. Clef smiled. Make sure the chowder clopped her as fuel opened ready to go. Oh, and see if he can grab some white pepper from the site pantry. General Thomas Dawes made his way down to a hallway deep within the secret recesses of the North American aerospace defense command. On its left, he was followed by researcher James, special liaison from the foundation. Head cannon already, James Taloran. Boom, it's on. On the right followed another military man, his uniform green in Dawes' blue. Colonel Arthur T. Backer, special liaison from the Global Occult Coalition. General, researcher James said, I'd like to state again my formal opposition to the GOC having an official presence here. The position on SCP-4040 is well established and it simply isn't conducive to our purposes here. The Global Occult Coalition stands by its beliefs that the rogue entity doesn't mean the KTE-4040-1 is a clear and present danger to the international security general, Colonel Backer stated with a smirk. But be that as it may, it is the full intention of high command to adhere to the terms of the March 1953 memorandum of understanding with the foundation regarding that entity. The Americans would agree that Santa Claus is a rogue entity, Colonel. General Dawes says that the trio approached his locked door at the end of the hallway and the general rang its doorbell. But let's see if we can find him first before we figure out what to do with him. A guard on the other side of the door answered it, area, attention! The airmen shouted, signaling the dozens of airmen in the dimly room to stand at attention before the general ordered them back to their posts. James looked back and forth, men sat in rows at radar terminals, each of them scrutinizing half a dozen or more of the tiny green monitors. Half a dozen officers sat at banks of phones, most of them in the middle of discussions with Washington or Moscow or Beijing or who knows where. This is the where the magic happens, gentlemen. General Dawes said that he swept his arm out of the room. Out over the room. Most people think all we do here at NORAD is watch for a Soviet airstrike. That's part of it, sure. But we've got husband... Husdits. Husdits is a word that's not a word. But we've got hundreds of top-secret radar arrays all over the world that feed directly into this room. We could probably break deep the Department of Defense's budget just sitting here, around the clock, tracking every last bird in the sky all around the world. The general laughed to himself. Let's note what this equipment is for. This is magic radar, you see. Magic radar, Colonel Bekar asked skeptically. The high command was not aware nor at it was in possession of magical equipment. Oh, it's not the radar itself that's magical, Colonel. General Dawes replied. These radar arrays are specifically designed to track flying objects powered by magic. That's what we use this system for on this day every year. To track Santa's sleigh. The general turned to one of the men on the phones. Any news from the Kremlin? Captain? Yes, sir. The officer replied. Stifling a chuckle at his own joke. No sign of the big man. If you don't mind my asking, Researcher James chimed in. How is any of us going to help us figure out who kidnapped Santa or where they've taken him? As soon as we got the call from the White House that Santa was missing, General Dawes answered. We started pouring over the logs from these arrays. Sure enough, we had some readouts. Whoever got ahold of Santa and his reindeer got on that sleigh and flew it into the middle of nowhere in Wisconsin. By the time the Green Berries got there, though, they were long gone. They must have loaded the sleigh and the reindeer onto a truck or something and moved them by land from there. Anyway, it's the morning of Christmas Eve now, of course. But Christmas Day officially started in the western Pacific about seven hours ago. Everyone knows Santa does his work at the stroke of midnight, and we've got 17 midnight to go. So, why? James asked. Well, whoever's got Santa, they haven't made any ransom demands. Our guess is they want him to do something for them this Christmas. Why take the reindeer and the elves as well? They want the elves to make something and they want Santa to deliver it. And he'll have to do that at midnight. As soon as he makes his move, we'll know where it is. Deliver what? Colonel Backer asked. Guns, bombs, German warfare? This sounding more and more like a pizzicato situation, General. That's just wild guessing, James responded. We can't just jump to conclusions here. I will not be second guessed by a cut-rate mad scientist researcher, Colonel Backer snapped. Mad scientist?  After the message he's made of SCP-1609, he applies a stray dog. I've read your dossier, James. You're not even qualified to be in this room. Why don't you go back to the site A-2 and talk to your, what was it, toilet ghost?  This is Researcher James with the post out of nowhere. Random butt ghost for Researcher James. Ah! I can't live. I'm hurt. I'm hurt so bad. I need a memetic fluid to live. Please come to me. Please back, watch on the stream. Yay, butt ghost. Okay, here we go.  Gentleman. General Doss shouted. You can't fight in here. This is the war room. James and Backer stood silently at Doss and made sure of confusion and disdain in their eyes. My wife loves that movie, General shouted one of the airmen at the Terminals. We've got something. The three rushed over to the crowd and crowded around the airman's chair where a single blip was moving toward the top right of one of the screens. What are we looking at here, Airman? Colonel Backer asked. It's all in the Midwest now, sir. Airmen replied. Super Summit speed, definitely magical. Hitting six degrees north by northeast. Huh. What's that heading? It'll be in New York City by sunset. New York City. Doss said to himself. What could Santa want in New York City? James mumbled under his breath. Excuse me? Backer asked. I said I'm a chaplain. Yes, Project Chaplain. False alarm, General. That's one of our birds. Backer stared James down, a skeptical glare in his eyes. Our intelligence did not indicate that the foundation was a possession of magical aircraft. It's a new project. Top secret. We've been developing a plane capable of keeping up with SCP-1115. It looks like it's just a test run. See how it flows back and forth a little from its heading? That's how it works. Can't share all the details of mixed company. You understand, Colonel. SCP-1115, the flying robots. General Doss chuckled. Good luck keeping up with them. They had me try to shoot one down and we've made it out alive. Well, false alarm as this may be, Backer asked. I really should let High Command know what the current situation is. Is there a private phone nearby? Two rooms down, Doss said. Airman Rodriguez will show you the open line. That's chapter end, but this is a really short final chapter, so we're going to move on. Not final, just the next chapter is really short. Let's keep going. High Command switchboard. How many director call? Hope me through to General Abrams at once. Gold Priority, Security Code Delta, Omicron 669, or Epsilon Tau. One moment, General. Colonel. This is General Abrams speaking. Santa's in New York. The Foundation already has a bird in the air en route. Coordinates. Unknown at this time. They've got magic radar. Get our primary radar online and watch their bird. It flutters. Once they do the groundwork, they'll know that Santa's on a sleigh. And then we neutralize KTE 4040, I assume. My thoughts exactly, General. Santa Claus hang upside down above a giant vat of boiling clam juice. A rope tied around his ankles was the only thing keeping the not-so-joly old man from falling to his doom in the steaming pot. In front of Field of Vision stood his kidnapper, a grizzled old man dressed in a red chef's coat. A toke as red as blood on his head. A tomato embroidered over his heart.  Reaching out to the control panel before him, he pulled the main lever a tiny bit, and the rope loosened, sending St. Nicholas hurtling a few inches closer to the pot. It's not much I'm asking of you, Santa, the man said. Just tell me the magic words I need to use to get those randias of yours into the air, and I'll be on my way. Once I've taken care of delivering my special presents to all the good little boys and girls, I'll let you go.  And you can go on like none of this ever happened. Never! Santa shouted defiantly, his voice echoing through the abandoned warehouse and his sweatshirt over the past week.  I was kind of hoping you'd say that. The man said as he pressed the intercom button on his console. Libertines, do you copy? Yes, sir! A voice cracked into the radio. Take one of the reindeer down to the basement. I don't care, the freak one with the atomic nose. We're eating good tonight. No, Santa shouted. Don't hurt Rudolph! You know what you have to do to make this stop, Santa, the red man said. Tell me the magic words. A tear fell from Santa's eye. Rolling down his bald head and dripping into the clam juice boiled away instantly. All right! Come here and I'll tell you everything. The man leaned over the edge of the pod as Santa between his tears told the men what he needed to know. How to get the reindeer flying. How to break the sound barrier. How to stop time long enough to visit every house in the world before the sun came up. I knew you'd see a reason eventually, the kidnapper said. I'll go ahead and call off that order of reindeer burgers now. The kidnapper recoiled in surprise from the horrific scream he heard as the instantly pressed the intercom button. What is the meaning of this, Santa? The reindeer myself! The kidnappers were cut off as a flying porcelain ball smashed into the side of his head. Shards flying every which way as piking-hop creams splashed all over his immaculate coat. He turned towards the door where his guards were standing and saw them on the floor, coated in the same boiling broth that had now soiled his costume. Standing between them was his counterpart. Black coat. Black hat. A massive tank strapped to his back. A dozen from his utility belt.  Chowder, Clef! The Manhattanite! Clef responded he's dead down the Vermillion Valley before him. I knew it was you the second I saw the pictures of Santa's workshop coated in Manhattan-style chowder. Impossible! There's no way you could have tracked me here! Quite possible indeed, you burgundy burglar of Christmas cheer. Clef replied as he approached his arsonimesis. The breed of clam you used was specific to the East River. Once I figured that out, it was a mere matter of checking the real estate records to find any disused waterfront warehouses that had changed hands recently. Now stand down, I'm taking you in and I'm letting Santa go. The Manhattanite dodged a blast Chowder cannon as he left towards the consul wrapping his hands around the control lever. One more step and Chris cringled him. You monster! Clef shouted. What do you want from St. Nick anyway? I'll chowder anymore! The Manhattanite mumbled to himself. Excuse me? Clef asked. Chowder! It's everywhere these days from Suffolk to Seattle to San Diego from La Santa Las Vegas to Miami to Manitoba from D.C. to Dallas from Tampa to Timbuktu. You can't so much walk through a door of a seafood restaurant without having a moment shoving your face. But you know what? Chowder Clef. What? Tomato sauce. It's all heavy cream and bacon and potatoes and a splash of sherry. It makes my blood boil. Chowder Clef. Not that you could even boil that stuff. Oh no, it scalds the milk. We must be delicate with it. We'll get to know what real Clem Chowder is all about, my friend. That's why I barely held so hard to work this last week. They finished up an hour ago. You know, it's amazing how all the magic on that slime works. I didn't think we'd be able to load 3,268,896,174 gallons of piping on Chowder into the back. But believe it or not, 3,268,896,174 gallons of piping on Chowder into the back. 6,174 gallons. Clef said himself as he came to a horrific revelation. Well, that's exactly exactly the Manhattanite shouted. Exactly one gallon for everyone. When the sun comes up on Christmas morning, all the little boys and girls are going to find a hop along boots and talking dollies under their Christmas trees. No. They're going to find the greatest gift of all. Piping heart Chowder. You're insane, Manhattanite. Chef yelled.  They'll detest it. We'll have a revolution on our hands. A revolution indeed, the Manhattanite shouted. A Chowder revolution. We should cast down on New England oppressors once and for all. And it starts now. The Manhattanite jerked the control of her all the way down, towards the battle of clam juice. Your choice, Chowder chimp. Save Santa or chase me. The Manhattanite dodged three blasts from the Chowder candidates. He leapt through the door at the edge of the room. Clef started to give chase but stopped himself. In less than 30 seconds, Santa would be in soup as fast as he could. Clef switched the control knob on the Chowder candidates, setting two and put a bowl of the creamy savory end product into a bowl gulping it as fast as he could. Strength welled within him. Omega-3 acids coursed him through his veins as the muscles seemed to double in size. Santa even fancied that he saw a stylized image of a clamshell appear on his bicep. As Clef rolled up his sleeves, set his hands on the side of the boiling pot and impervious to the pain from the heartsteel, upended it and turned its on its side, spilling its deadly contents down the stairs and over the half-dozen guards in their Statue of Liberty dresses who had been on their way up to the stairs to confront the dark chef. A kitchen knife tossed from his you-building belt, suffered the rope and set the fountain to Clef's waiting arms before being set back on his feet. Why, if it isn't little alto, Santa said, his typically typical joviality returning to his voice, I guess that easy make-up and I gave you when you were a little paid-off, didn't it? Are you okay, Santa? Nothing along with just that won't fix, believe me. I'm putting you on my nice list for the next year. There's still this year to worry about, Santa. Where's the sl- Clef stopped his sentence as he heard the jingle of bells outside the window in turn just in time to see Santa slay ascending into the night sky, a bubbling pot of chowder sitting in the place of Santa's bag of toys. Ho, ho, ho! Merry chowder mess! The man had night's voice echoed through the empty streets. Damn it, Clef shouted. We're too late! No need for impudent language, little alto. It's not quite midnight yet, Santa said. He won't be able to use all my magic until it's Christmas Day. You can still catch him. No offence, ain't it, Nick? But I know what you rang to your capable of. My chowder copter might have magical clan powder, but even it can't keep up. There's no way I can catch him in time. Oh, no!  I can't whistle. I'm so sorry. I'm so bad. I can't do this part.  You called, Santa, the reindeer asked. Santa and the elves stood on the roof of the factory in the darkness, looking out into the overcast sky for any side. Santa checked his pocket watch. A quarter after one, he looked inside. Do you think chowder clefts all right? Oh, rewind. Do you think chowder clefts all right? Fitzroy asked, Santa. I think... I think it's going to be a late delivery this year, boys. Wait! One of the elves shouted, look over there! A faint glow showing through the clouds to the east. It might have just been a warning light from one of the beacons on the river, but as they watched and watched and brighter and brighter still, until Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer himself emerged from the fog, and behind him came Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Goobit, Donner and Blitzen, and behind them the sleigh and riding on that sleigh alone, smiling and covered head to toe in tomato sauce, was chowder cleft! A chair rose up from the elves as the sleigh alighted on the rooftop and cleft stepped off. Oh, toe! Santa shouted. You do it! It wasn't easy, Cleft said. The GOC tried to shoot his boat down. I guess they figured nobody would know if it was that if Santa and the reindeer just had to get blown up by edit and missiles this year. I was going to have to have words with them after we're done here. Now this guy here, Cleft padded his red-nosed mount on the head. Now he is a real trooper. Thanks, Cleft, Rudolph said. All I did was do a barrel roll, like you said. It was so modest, Rudolph. It was you who came up close enough for me to make the jump onto the sleigh. But how did you stop the Manhattanite? Santa asked. Well, Santa, in the middle of all our fighting I asked him a question. What was that? He spent his entire life fighting to wipe out New England-style chowder. I asked him if he'd ever actually tasted any. You mean he hadn't? I had a special batch just for him. Call it a Christmas present. He had a bomb on his chowder cannon, which had been turned to the third and final setting. I spent days trying to get that batch just right. And to make sure it was perfect, I ran it through SCP-914 on very fine. He was in tears after a single spoonful. He poured the bot out over the Atlantic ocean and barely shooted out. Wonderful, Alto. You see, Christmas consumed the heart of even the most wicked man. Oh, I doubt I've seen the last of him, Santa. This isn't the first time we've dueled over the question of soup supremacy. And it sure won't be the last. Well, the important thing is I have my slay and my reindeer buck. Thanks for all the help, Alto. I've got a Christmas to save. It's already a quarter past one, Santa. Clef said as he looked downwards. It might be too late. Oh, Alto. The magic works for any midnight. I've still got six more chances. But what about the toys? The Manhattan Night never got anyone near the toys, Alto. I keep them someplace very safe, Santa said with a wink. It's just a matter of picking them up and say, Alto. Yes, Santa. There's one more thing we can do to make up for lost time.  I'm finishing this last chapter. We're going all the way. Marathon, let's go. Dr. Andrews set the coffee in the Styrofoam cup as he drove home along the docking roads. His watch said it was 5.32 a.m. Christmas morning. He had no wake up sleep in the past three days. Nobody at site 19 had. With all the work convincing people that things would be just fine as soon as the elves settled with researcher James at Cheyenne Mountain tracking the bizarre radar settings all around the eastern seaboard and ultimately dealing with the blowback after the GOC had been caught red-handed violating the rules of engagement, trying to shoot down Santa's sleigh and the unidentified object chasing it. What had become of them after that was anyone's guess. It was a miracle Norad was still standing after what the GOC liaison tried to do to neutralize their magic radar. Andrews pulled with the driveway and shut off the motor as he climbed out into the pre-dawn air.  He'd grown as he looked at the headlines in the morning paper on his doorstep. No sign of Santa's Christmas hangs in the balance. LBJ makes last-minute call to the north panel as the strike continues. Rides to New York, LA, London outside of sold-out toy stores. Bucky and Vidal debate. Is Santa a rad? Andrews dropped the paper as soon as he saw the tableau in his living room. Beneath the golden little Christmas tree lay dozens of presents all wrapped up in paper and bows. He hadn't bought them. Karen hadn't bought them. Who had? Like an excited little boy he felt you his knees and examined the tags. To Jane from Santa. To Amy from Santa. To Mom and Dad from Santa. He had done it. Somehow his crazy old friend in the black coat had done it. Santa was safe and it would be a merry Christmas after all. Andrews was about to race upstairs and wake everybody when he noticed something else. A certain aroma wafting from the next room. He turned the corner into the kitchen and there, sitting on the warmer on the stovetop was a great big pot bubbling with cream and potatoes and clams and just the right faint of bacon and a little splash of sherry a note on the side read to the Andrews family from Santa Clef four brand new porcelain bowls and shining silver spoons sat on the counter next to the stove waiting to be used cautiously Andrew stripped a spoon of the pot and took a taste. Hmm. He said to himself white pepper really does make a difference. Dr. Clef saved Christmas. Oh my God. That tail was amazing. That tail was amazing. That tail was amazing. I don't know what you're doing right now but if you are not upvoting the 155 upvotes how Clef saved Christmas you are doing it wrong.


And if it's Tuesday, most definitely we know how you do it. It's Entrepreneurship Tuesday at Y244 channel is where you can find us across all our social media handles at Michelle Ashira is where you can find me across all my social in this particular section. We dive into an interview that looks at investment opportunities for low income owners. And in this case, we're looking at mostly the youth. So I'm joined with James Mugoh who is a property value and real estate investor advisor. Thank you so much for creating time to be with us. Thank you, thank you. So for the for someone who is meeting you for the first time and I know I've given a little bit of what you what you do, which is in real estate and matters pertaining investment. Tell us what's your educational background and where it all began? Well, that's a that's a book by itself. Briefly there. Thanks first for hosting me this show. It's a great honor to see that you're doing something great for the youth. My name is James Mugoh, as you have said, but on social media, I'm called James Prody. It relates with what I do currently. When I talk about my background, it's really diverse, because in education. I'm a graduate in management of information systems. I see I see it, but currently I'm doing real estate. So there are two different areas, but I see I see it also comes in handy in matters real estate. So I want to I want to it's a really very different kind of an area. Yeah. So how did that transition happen? When did it happen that you go into matters pertaining real estate? Previously, before I joined the company, I'm working with currency. I work with Optiven as a property advisor. But before that, I used to work outside outside Kenya. I was in Burudi, DRC and South Sudan. So I was doing business in ICT. Then it happened. I had to change and to switch due to the civil war in South Sudan. So when I came back to Kenya, that's when I met with the CEO, George Washington, he used to be my mentor previously in business ideas. So when I came back, I had to join him and work together with him. All right. OK. So now the conversation of the day, which is investment opportunities for low income analysts and in this case, you're looking at the youth. So how can I invest as I am person? And at what particular point do I know that I'm eligible to be able to invest? I think that is where most of us at youth are missing. Because we don't know when to start. But I always tell people if I knew, I would have started when I was in campus. That's the best time. The moment you're getting your pocket money, the moment you are still in school, you are able to save enough to start investing.  The challenge comes with the we call them the four W's at one age. When, where, why, with what and how do you start? Especially the how. Yes. So there's no age limit for the youth on when to start investing. But you can start from the first time you start making some money. That's why I always tell guys who are in college and in campus, think of different business ideas you can do in campus. You know, like I was you when you was in campus, campus, it was it was leading magazines and books, you know, at the cost. You can also do a lot of work. You can do content creation, you know, some those ideas that can generate you some small cash. Then you need to identify a genuine agent that you can deal with. In this case, I'll say the company work with, you know, that we can assist you now to start a journey and start investing. And something else, how don't look for something that is beyond your budget. Otherwise, to answer, which I'm going for, the racing or, you know, heart failure. Yes, all right. I think now the best question to ask is the investment opportunities that are there for young people when it comes to just the therapy. Because when you look at young person who is just starting to work here and probably they have a student loan and like these expenses. So literally every income they earn, there is expenditure. It's almost like I don't have anything to invest in. So what are these particular investments, opportunities that will be of good benefit? Investment is diverse. When we talk about real estate itself, it's really diverse. For a youth, it's always good to have a ratio on how you plan your money, the amount you spend on your expenses and the amount you can save.  These are less you give for length. Also for investment, included in your budget, in your mother's budget. Currently you can get something like we can say something for capital gain. You buy a piece of land somewhere, not very far from the city, maybe in within the distance of radius 80 kilometers from the CBD because that is still within Nairobi, metropolis. Get something that is not very expensive, between 250 to 500. Start saving, paying for it, you know, with time you'll be able to own something.  Another idea is to invest in a car wash business. You can you can lease a piece of land that is just next to the road. You lease at a small price, then you set up a car wash. Just get some bijana who will be doing the cleaning business and you'll be able to generate an extra cost for yourself. So basically just start small with what you have and what you can just even if it's small, starting a small business and everything. Now, let's look at this. This one has been thrown around when it comes to insurance companies like the investing in market, in money market funds. What is that? And is it a low risk option? Every investment is a risk, every investment. Merit be motor-dealer business, Merit be salon business, Merit be the capital market. Every business is a risk and an advice for the youth. You need to be prepared for anything. You know, you can either make it or lose it. You just need to be set. When you come to the money market, the way most of the insurance companies are doing, I would say it's a high risk. It's medium, it's moderate, you can try it. But if you feel you're not comfortable with it, you can go for till bonds in with the government or you can buy shares. We have a number of companies who are selling shares and they can make you good return. The only thing is you don't need to be in a rush for you to gain, invest and wait. Now, you know, it's not like get rich quick. Yeah, you need a lot of patience. So you buy those shares today, then you have to wait for two, three years. That's what most of us want things to just happen real quick. That's what's keeping most of us from investing as well. Because you want to invest in something, then you want to sell again tomorrow and make a hundred percent income, which is not possible. You can never work like that. OK, so before buying shares, how do we even go about just as a person who I am so clueless about financial literacy? How do I go about just learning the process of buying shares and the prices of just to know that these particular prices and how am I supposed to like sell them in the near future? So what is the process look like? We have a number of stock brokers within the city. I'll not mention their names, but maybe I can link you with some. You host them for the next row. We have a number of stock brokers. Now, when you interact with the stock brokers, they first give you the prices of the available shares and how you can dispose the shares. They also advise you or not to open a city's account. That is an account that you'll be trading with your shares. So it's a process, but it's not that complicated. It's not like a locket sales. They'll be selling they'll be selling shares on your behalf. So when you buy this, this company's shares, let's say you buy James James Prothyshire today. And the value goes up, let's say, in another six months. They will advise you. The stock broker will advise you or tell you, you can dispose of your shares now and then you can really invest in another one. So you always switching in between the different opportunities available. Speaking of all those opportunities, we have scenarios by this issue of credibility. But you just I think this is also one of one of the fears for young people. Because if I have I've saved this particular amount of money and I want to probably buy shares, put my money into the they just investing in probably high yielding funds space. So I'm so much concerned about at least people credible. So how do we go about knowing who are the JIT in this particular business? Because we have so many scum stories that are always popping up. I stock broker is a registered entity. And they are trading on behalf of the Nairobi security exchange. So when you involve with them in the latest to inquire out, you can also visit the Nairobi security exchange. They open and they can advise you on which company you can deal with. So basically, we just could you do as young people? I always say any investment, as I told you, is at risk. But before you invest due diligence. Everywhere, even in our business in real estate, due diligence will save you. Otherwise, if you do it, see the key here, you lose. Let's look at it. Would you consider the common charmers? But we just gather as a group of friends and you decide that will be distributed. We'll be actually giving a certain certain amount of money and then it will be like a go round situation. Is that a form of a good investment? It's not about the investment, but what is the purpose? What is the goal? What is the vision of the channel? Is it just investing? Then these are the camps you bought the money. You buy some bills of hunger, some crooks. That is not an investment. That is what you can call drama capital. The president, you know, you're just giving your money to it's like there's no interest in fact. But if this channel has a vision, like we are saving money per month and we'll be able to invest in ABCD.  You see, then dispose of in a few years. And that is investment. But if you just contributing money without a purpose, without a name, without a goal, then I would advise you come and show you another avenue where you can invest. Another scenario will be a young person who is now on a payroll. They are able to be stable and then they have they have good amount of money. So they are contemplating, should I buy a car at this particular point? Because my friends will be like, you need to have a tea to just, you know, move from one place to another or should I buy a land? And I'm thinking because most people, young people when speaking about land, so it is that I'm not yet there. Like it's probably in the near future that the amount I have, it wouldn't be enough even to take care of that land. But when it comes to a car, it would be like movement, you know. So which is the best option to go with in that scenario? I also drive. So I'll not say that buying a car is a bad idea, but you need to budget the size of a car you're going for.  What I've been advising young guys, you can get a small car you know, convenience is all we need. It's not the size of the region, you see. You can get a small piece, a small car. Then when it comes to real estate investing, maybe you are renting somewhere and you want to have your own compound. You can buy a piece of land and start building. Or else you can go for option B, something called mortgage.  There are nice apartments which are up for sale there. You can check on www.pmcestate.co.k. They have very nice estate. Then you get a piece there, be paying on a motherly basis. But you own it, you see. You're living in the apartment, but you're paying for it. Then in a few years, you'll be owning a piece of land in Lavington. You see, you can also rent that out, you know. You have a car, yes. You have an apartment, you rent it out, you know.  And then in the future, now you can buy a piece of land with Optiven and build a home. But at least you have invested somewhere. So I won't say that a car is bad. Driving is not bad. I love driving myself. But I always go for the smallest CC. Yeah, because it's also depreciate in earlier years. Yeah? When I buy a car, I always go for the smallest CC ever. Then I look at the balance of the money I have. I invested somewhere else. All right, that's good reasoning. OK, so we've looked at a couple of alternative forms of investment. We've looked at money market funds. Then we've looked at investing in high-yield funds. Then we've looked at shares. What are the couple of other investment plans for people who are earning low-income, that is? OK, first, we always say invest in yourself. You help first, get an insurance cover for yourself, for health. Just in case of a rainy day. You never know. The second one is education. Invest a lot in making yourself better, the better person than you. So it's always good to go back to school, get a lot of books, learn. The next option is real estate. This one, I'm crazy about it. I can't go out of the studio without talking about real estate.  And there's something I learned from my CEO, Mr. Jojo Ashiori.  Then, no, your money is not in good use, you see? So for young people out there, they're making some money.  Just know that even if you are living maybe on the car road, you have an apartment that is earning you money. It's somewhere like clean money, loving thoughts, somewhere. If not so, buy a piece of land, build a home, rent it out, always make some extra income. Property value is always appreciating. It will never depreciate you. You may see all these solar babu on social media or whatever, but real estate will never depreciate. I've been there for the last 10 years in real estate. I can tell you I've never seen any single day that the value is going down. Other things, maybe you can invest in. We'll talk about shares and stock. Maybe I can also advise on other business ideas that can generate your cash. Get a number of business ideas. You can check on my broc, jamesmogle.brocspot.co.ke. I've shared about 50 business ideas one can take and they can be generating money for you. But there I can tell you, Michelle, there's already I advised. She works in a apps at ours near our office there. And then she was looking for investment opportunities. So I gave her an idea. Get some boys who are looking for work. Buy them trolleys. They're trolleys for Maya and Smokies. Kind of like 10 of them. Give these boys. Then every day they'll be giving you maybe 1000, 1500. They're just doing well. So it's just a matter of thinking of a business idea, something unique you can do. You don't need to be involved, but it's generating your money. All right. Do you feel like it's more shifting the mentality of just white collar jobs? Because most people, yes, we are well learned and went to school, studied a particular profession. But issue of employment, that has been always an issue. So how do you shift that mentality to just be ready to equip yourself financially and get going by creating a job opportunity for yourself and others? Just that shiftment of the mentality aspect of it. I like to use the truth. We cannot all fit in the corporate sector. We cannot all be employed by the government. But we can employ everyone in our nation. We can create so many jobs that Kenya will be looking for workers from other countries. You just need to think without the books. Come up with ideas, crazy ideas. By the way, some of these crazy ideas create more work. We have seen some guys who have been working in banks, leaving the corporate sector, and they start doing comedy. They employing 15 people, 20 people, one individual. We have seen guys leaving a vision companies. There's already I met in Ghana the other times. She was working as a near hostess in one of our airlines in Kenya. Then she went one day to Ghana and identified an opportunity, farming. That lady is doing cup scum and tomato farming in Ghana. A Kenyan lady, you can imagine. So opportunities are there. Myself, I do farming, a lot of farming. But I've never been in the farm. You'll never see me there in the farm. I just gave that job opportunity to another guy, you see. The guy is able to feed himself and feed for the family. But I do a lot of farming. Daily farming, coffee farming, you see, horticultural farming. But I'm here, it's absurd as I'm selling land. So it's just about thinking outside the box. And speaking about thinking, for the sake of the people who are watching us, and they're wondering, when it comes to financial literacy, suggest a couple of books that you've read and people can actually go and just educate themselves. Just from social media and YouTube. OK, the first book I would recommend, Unleash Your Full Potential by George Washington. If you've never learned that book, then you need to go and look for it. The other book is by Robert Kiyosaki. The Lichidad Puadad. If you read that book, then you might see it automatically, yeah. So for people who are watching us, make sure that you follow up and make sure you just build up your capacity and that muscle just to learn more about financial literacy and everything. So I'd like to for channel is where you can find us across all our social media handles at Michel Lichidad. So James, if people want to reach out to you and keep this conversation going, how can they reach out to you? Well, I'm very active on social media. My Facebook page is James Proti. Just James P-R-O-T-I. I also have a YouTube channel with the same name. You can engage me on my WhatsApp. I'm open, you know, people will reach out and they're inquiring on different things. Even in my Tumba business, but the person I have never done in my Tumba business. You connect them to the right people. I always see people asking me, how can I study in my Tumba business? But I'm always there to assist, you know, to write the hard way that I can. So you can always see me on 0708-459-336. All right. Thank you very much, James. Much welcome. Mugu, for creating time to be with us today. Thank you so much. I'm looking forward to have a further conversation with more time. Much welcome. All right. So that is James Mugu. We are looking at opportunities, investment opportunities for low-income and majorly focusing on young people. I'd like to thank all the social media handles. Misha Lashira, Rama Gokul, be right back.


What's up friends, Chantastic here and today I'm going to show you some of the async special files in Next.js 13 beta app directory, you know, all the cool stuff that's out there right now. We're doing our week two recap of React holiday. So if you're not signed up, check out react.holiday and get all of the emails right to your inbox talking about all these cool new features. Today we're going to cover all of the async routing features. So this will be things like if you're fetching data, you may have an error or a loading page or not found. These are all states that next will manage for you if you use these special files. So let's dive in, cover all those now. Okay, so first things first, start your server npm run dev. Check that out in the browser. Yes, we get it and we can close that up. We need a new route that actually fetches data. So we'll add a new file at route Hello, and we'll use a page dot jsx. Remember, pages need to be page dot jsx. They can't just be like an index anymore or a file with the route that you want to use. Let's get a basic page set up here, export default function, hello page and return paragraph. Hello, save that and visit our hello routes. Perfect. So we have hello. But we want to actually fetch data. And I'm going to make a request to await a fetch to HTTP colon forward slash local host 3000 API slash hello. Now you may be wondering like where does this whole API thing come from? If you're new to next, there's a sample API page right here in pages slash API. And it just returns JSON, just a static john doe JSON. It's just a starter endpoint to show you how API is work, but we're going to use it here. So let's close that immediately we see an error. So we have this await error right here. And the reason we're seeing that is because this function is not an async function. As soon as we change it to an async function, that error goes away. So key thing to know if you have a async react components, you need to mark them or export the async function. Okay, so now we can await the data request JSON. And here interpolates data dot name, no name yet. So we're gonna have to do some debugging. The problem is just me. I forgot to await this. That's the problem. So now that we are properly awaiting our request JSON, we will see that data. And that's all you need to know.  Super cool. Now, oftentimes when you're requesting data asynchronously, you are going to have some latency or waiting. Hopefully it's pretty fast, but sometimes you might be waiting a while. So let's add a loading page now, which is another one of next special files. First, let's make this component really slow. We can do this just by awaiting a new promise, taking a resolve function, using set time out and calling that function after 1000 seconds, not 1000 seconds 1000 milliseconds, one second. Let's save that and see what happens. So we don't see much of a change now, right here. But we will as soon as we add a loading.jsx file, loading.jsx. This file can be pretty boring. We're just going to exports default function, hello, loading and return anything we want. We'll just go simple right now, loading, super boring. But it will work. Now just in case you missed it, watch right here. I'm going to hit refresh, refresh. We see loading for a second and then our data comes in. All we had to do was have this loading file. Nothing special about this is just a garden variety default export function. Okay, so what happens if your request fails, if it doesn't go through at all, let's try doing something for that as well. I'm going to change this and I'm going to make a different request. We'll request to a service that I like a lot, which is we can actually make a request to a specific status code to enact certain states. So I want to prop the error. So I'm going to use a 500 response. And we get an error. Super cool. Next has this kind of built in error handling system. But we can see that there's nothing rendered here. Our application doesn't handle that error gracefully. We can fix that by adding a error.jsx file. Very similar. We'll export default function, hello, error and return anything we want. Something went wrong. Okay, save that, hit refresh. And nothing happens. Why does nothing happen? Well, let's check our server logs and see if there's anything helpful in here. So, okay, cool. I see an error right here. Functions cannot be passed directly to client components before because they're not serializable. Okay, so this means that we need to turn this into a client component. So use client. Now, this is one thing that you need to keep in mind for error components is that they have to be client components. We just use this, use client directive as we've seen in previous lessons. And we should be good to go. So let's hit refresh. And yeah, we see this kind of heads up display from next, but we also get our error page rendered. What else can we do with this? Well, this is kind of non specific error. So what we may want to do is say, if the response is not okay, then throw some more specific error like failed to fetch, save that. And so now we see our error in here, as well as in our logs, error failed to fetch. Now you'll notice that these errors also come with this digest code in this error function. I want to take this error and see kind of like what we get from it what we can see. So let's kind of wrap this in a fragment. These are pre tag JSON dot string if I know too. Now, when we serialize this all we see is this digest code, but it does match to the error digest ID that we get in this error, which is pretty cool. However, we can also do some really cool stuff with the error, which will actually include all of the information that we have here. So we could use react dot use effect and send this error to some logging service. So right now I'm just going to console dot log the error. And we'll only do this anytime the error changes. So hit save there. Let's give ourselves a little bit of an identifier just just to be safe. Finally, we have to import react, react from react, that you use this use effect, we'll get the error, but I'd like to see that it actually logged. And so yeah, so we see our identifier, which I added Watt and then the error. So if we want to we could send this off to some error reporting service like so and have access to the actual error. Now there's one more thing that you might want to know is that we can actually take a reset function here. This is provided by next and create a button for it reset that on click we call that will create a button right here, which will actually reset this error boundary. Now, my understanding is it doesn't actually like refetch the request. We can reset this error boundary. But because this is like a client side request is not going to refetch the data for that page. Tell me what you think about this, or if you know more than me, this is all I know at this point. So if you know more than me, like if you could actually refire that request, how that would work, I'd love to know. Let me know in the comments below. Okay, so we've gotten all the way to you error now and we have one more other type of error that we may want to handle, which is a not found. The URL is amazing, but you can kind of inject whatever you want into a URL. And so there's a potential that we could have that we can make fetch requests to IDs that don't exist. So let's handle not found go into our page component and make a request for a 404. And to do this properly, I actually want to wrap all of this in a function. So we have more control over our return values. So let's move this up and create a function async function fetch, fetch user, take an ID which we won't use right now, and move all this in there. Now, in the event that this fails, we actually don't want to throw an error directly from here anymore, we just want to return undefined. And that'll give us a few more options. And we'll return data if we get to this point in the function. Now let's call this function inside of our components, let user equal a weight fetch user, we don't need to pass an ID right now. And then if there's not a user, like we get undefined back in this case, we'll call a function not found. And my understanding is this actually does a redirect could be wrong. Again, let me know. And we need to import that from next navigation. Okay, let's save this and see how it goes. Oh, one last thing we got to return this return weight request.json. Now we actually get a helpful error, which is next not found. So let's add a not found route, not found dot JSX, and export a component turn page not found. And there we go, look at that. We made a request to this page, we got a 404 and through all of our nonsense here, we actually propped this page not found. So we have control over that as well. Now, one of the really cool things that I want to show you is that nested layouts actually play a big part in this. So if I take my layout file right here inside of my app directory, and actually extend it to have some other things inside of it, let's put a header here, it just says my app. Now because this is part of the layout that is above our hello route, the my app part of the layout renders even though this page wasn't found in the hello route. So this is really cool. Only parts of your page need to fail. And so if you have like a list of links that you were clicking over here, even though this view might fail, you'd be able to still have an interactive page through the composing layout. We learned a handful of new special files and how to use them in a next route, the error loading and not found special files. So that's it. Thanks so much for watching this week to recap on the async features of the next JS 13 beta act directory router. I'm super excited to cover this. If you want to follow along with react holiday, we are next going to be building up an application. And I think it's going to be some kind of like podcast type app that gets data and uses links and you know, we'll fail if it does. I don't know, we're gonna use all these features in an actual app. So sign up today. And I hope to see you in your inbox. If not, I'll see you next week right here. Bye