Have Things Gone Right or Wrong?
A/N: You know that 'The Santa Clause 1, 2, and 3 don't belong to me, so why do I need to write a disclaimer? If I must, I must. This is my first SC fanfic, so don't blame me. I already have a storyline, but I don't have any match-ups for Judy or Curtis. If you have any ideas, tell me.
I entered the small cheerful town. Most of it was empty except for a few elves that went for cocoa. I looked around through my maple-colored glasses. I didn't need them usually, but I wanted to see everything clearly. I walked up to a nearby cocoa stand and asked the nice girl in-charge.
She had brown hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a light blue princess hat and a green dress with a red ribbon. She had very pointy ears, like all elves. She had a grin on her face as she served some cocoa to the last elf in line.
"E-excuse me. I'm new here and I don't know where to go. Can you help?" I asked.
"Sure. I'm Judy," she left her stand and started walking toward a huge building, "Who are you?"
"My name is Maddie," I said.
"Nice to meet you. This is Santa's Workshop. What you want to do is go towards the middle of the factory. It's a huge globe, you can't miss it. From there, just look for Santa," she explained.
"Thanks."
I opened one of the doors and waved back to Judy. She smiled and went back to work. I looked inside the huge factory. It was beautiful. The elves were all working in different places, working on something. I smiled at everything I saw.
I finally walked onto the small platform in the center. The globe was gold and was moving slowly. The elves working there wore all white with red or green stripes. The machines were spitting out lists with lots of names on them. I was so entranced in the machines I tripped on the stair.
I looked up and there was an elf glaring down at me. He had dark, curly hair and brown eyes. He wore a black beret with something like a medal on it. Around his neck was a gold necklace with beads coming off it.
I got up to get a full view of him. He was kinda tall and pretty lean. He was wearing a dark maroon shirt with gold patterns on it and brown pants with a gold pattern down the sides. He had a bunch of (what looked like) military medals on his shirt and carried a brown messenger bag with him. He was wearing brown shoes with no points on them. I realized he was kinda cute. His arms were crossed and he tapped his foot.
"What are you doing?" he said angrily.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking," I shot back sarcastically, dusting myself off, "And I thought elves were supposed to be nice." He simply glared at me.
"Who are you?" said a voice coming from behind him.
A smaller, rounder elf stepped out from behind him. He had short, messy, brown hair and wore glasses. He wore a knitted white cap on his head and a red handkerchief around his neck. He had a striped shirt and a dark green sport coat. He had red and green striped pants with dark green suspenders and tan pointy shoes. He had a small shoulder bag with him too, except his was smaller.
"Who's the shadow?" I asked.
"My name is Curtis, and I suggest you treat me with more respect," he sounded like a teacher scolding a kid who just talked without being called on.
"Shut up, Curtis!" the taller one demanded.
"Make me!" Curtis shot back.
"Maybe I will!"
"I'd like to see you try!"
"Oh, you don't wanna see me angry Curtis."
"So this is your sweet side?" The taller one was just about to smash Curtis's head into the nearest snow bank, when a man only to be described as Santa Claus ran by.
"Santa! We have a situation!" The curly haired elf said with a lot of energy and a slight hint of anger in his voice.
"What is it, Bernard? Please tell me it's not another clause!" Santa said quickly, yet with concern. He pointed to me and Santa noticed me standing there.
"Oh, hello. You must be the new arrival-"
"You couldn't have told us, I don't know, SOONER!" Bernard said angrily.
"Bernard, chill," Santa said coolly. He looked at his watch and started to run. He stopped and backtracked and said, "Oh, by the way, you and Curtis are going to show...uh..."
"Maddie," I said quietly.
"Right, Maddie. You are going to show Maddie around the factory and the town," The two elves groaned. Santa stared annoyed at them, "It's either that, or you can teach the newbies how to clean reindeer stalls. Which one?"
"We're good," Curtis and Bernard said at the same time.
"Good," and with that, Santa walked away.
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