"Twas the eve of Thanksgiving
And all through the house
All the Puffs and Ruffs were enjoying
The company of their children and spouse
And on that day,
with them here,
Family and friends gathered
In Thanksgiving cheer
The turkey was eaten
The pie was gobbled up
As it was delicious
Even Bubbles said nary a word
Over the lack of vegan dishes
And so our story begins
Not over the table
But in the living room,
Listen if you are able
For in the superpowers family
There were many youth
As the Ruffs had, one day, realized
That the Puffs were cute, in truth
So many young ones
Powered to the max
Full of superpowered energy
Especially after snacks
One year, in the lou of this
Blossom had an idea
Which was full of glory
That every family dinner
Would end with a story
As story time was magical
For all who were involved
Adults would get some quiet
As the babysitting issue was solved
But not this year, oh no
And I shall tell you why
Because last year,
Butch was our narrator
And he's not a storytelling guy
Not to mention, this year
He had taken part in a Thanksgiving staple
While the girls gossiped and caught up
He tried to drink his brothers beneath the table
And so, with loud voice
While he was definitely not sober
He called to the children
"Story time! Come on over!"
The little scamps hurried
Two green, three blue
Two reds and a white
For their beloved friends
Bell and Blare
Had come over tonight
So eight children sat
Eyes gleaming with cheer
As Butch began
"Did I ever tell you about the first time Bubbles drank beer?"
Oh the wonders of Super hearing
As Bubbles let out a squeak
And Boomer turned to his brother
Praying he not speak
But oh no, not our Butch
He's as drunk as a skunk
And he prattled off a tale
of Bubbles' alcoholic flunk
Red faced and embarrassed
Her perfect mom imaged shattered
As Butch recounted a tale
Of when tipsy Bubbles left her clothes scattered
All through the street
And streaking galore
As he recalled this
Bubbles glared and hissed
"That's it, no more."
This should have ended it
But no, it goes on
As Bubbles is vindictive
And Butch is too far gone
So she stormed over and
With an evil smile
"Have I ever told you kids
About the time Butch got jealous of a dog named Kyle?"
And she spoke of the day
I cancelled a date
Because I had to see Kyle
And I couldn't be late
And of course, Butch, you see
In all his wisdom, deduced...
"She's cheating on me!?"
He had some screws loose
And he tore through the city!
And he tore through the woods
As he was determined to make sure Kyle
Didn't get any goods
And was finally put down by an irate green puff
Holding a Yorkie
Who was really all fluff
Poor Kyle, the neighbor's dog,
Had gotten stuck in the gutter, you see
The dog liked me the most
So they called especially for me
And Butch's face turned red
As Bubbles described, belligerent
Of what I had decided to be a good punishment
She said, "he got no cuddles for a year!"
The children aren't even eight,
She meant sex, are we clear?
But Butch didn't back down.
No, this was his story time
"Did I tell you about the day we realized
Blare couldn't climb?"
And that set the tone
For the of the rest of the night
As the children watched the adults
Begin to fight
Blare told of a time
Blossom forgot her drawers
Blossom read off Bell's math scores
Bell told of the day Boomer forgot to wear pants
Boomer spoke of the time I fell into a vat of ants
Butch spoke of a day
Bubbles went to jail
To break out Boomer
So they could go for a sail
Boomer recounted the time Blare
Got scared of a clown
Blare narrated the day Butch
Sh*t all over town
Butch, refusing to back down
Too much was at stake
He made one final
And fatal mistake
He turned to the children,
Who wondered if he was gonna hurl
"Have I told you about the time we dressed Brick up as a girl?"
Silence ensued as he
Blurted the one thing
Every one agreed to never bring
Up again or invite Brick's wrath
But Brick sat there, watching
While we waited for the aftermath
And once he was finished,
Oh yes he was done
Butch didn't realize
It was in more ways then one
So silent was the room,
As Brick finally spoke
"You kids heard about the time Butch got
kicked out as a joke."
And he coolly and calmly spoke of the time
When Butch thought he was abandoned
For eating a lime
It sounds stupid, it's true
And Butch knew it too.
But the story gets worse
As it goes on
And ends with Butch crying on the lawn
Dressed in fishnets and wearing a tutu
Crying his eyes out because "he needs love too"
He describes how Butch had decided to
Live life a stripper
He was only a kid
I honestly think he flipped his flipper
Butch's face turned red
As the children laughed
But wait, there's more
The story's only done by half
Butch continued to put nails
In his coffin
I'm not surprised
He does it often
He brought the time Brick got lost
Flying in the clouds
Brick reminded him of when
He went to school
With his pants and boxers down
Back and forth they went awhile
Bell mumbled to me
"Why is he such a child?"
And finally, Butch set his fate
Once he spoke again
It was too late
With a loud voice and a vein threatening to pop
"How about the time we caught Brick and Blossom having sex at the carnival!
Brick knew we were there and he didn't stop!"
And it was quiet
As the Chemical X made Butch sober
He realized what he said and thought
My life is over
Blossom's face turned red
As Brick's turned dark
Bell's mouth fell open
Blare reigned in his snark
Bubbles gasped loudly and squeaked
"Time to go, kids!"
I had death in my eyes
Butch nearly shat
Boomer leaned over and whispered
"You can't come back from that."
So the children were hurried into cars
Into their seats secured and fast
The snow on the ground was fresh
As Brick's son asked
If he was gonna kill Uncle Butch
And Brick's answer?
"Yes."
And he went back into the house,
While Blossom stayed in the car
As shouting ensued and crashing followed
Blossom considered moving away, very far
And so this year, Story Time is cancelled
The kids can watch TV
Butch no longer gets any beer
That's courtesy of Brick and me.
And so our story ends,
With a sober Butch and a less chance
Of a fight.
So I say to all of you,
Happy Holidays
And to each a good night."
Thunderous laughter took to the air after Buttercup finished explaining, in her own way, why the Utoniums no longer did their "Story Time tradition" to their friends. They had questioned it after gathering for Christmas and seeing the kids gathered around the television, watching old movies, instead of by their parents as they told stories. Butch sat next to her, cheeks red and glaring into his virgin eggnog. Ah well, he thought, at least I can drink at home.
