Big Monkey
The Author: Happy belated Christmas!
Disclaimer: Not saying a thing.
"Daddy, I want a big monkey for Christmas," Polly told her blond father, Tom.
"What kind of big monkey?"
"One that's terrorised the Rue Morgue for months," she replied.
"Jekyll, get your bloody arse in here!" Becky Thatcher, Polly's mother, yelled. The doctor appeared with a poof. "Good timing."
"I know. Happy Christmas," Jekyll said to Polly as he drank his green elixir. A few horrible screeches of pain later, he was a big grotesque monkey in a ripped suit. Then he mimicked Tarzan.
"Watch out for the –"
BOOM! Poor Mr. Hyde hit his nuts on the tree. Guess he's more like Tarzan than he thought.
"I love you. Happy Christmas!" Polly squealed cutely, her big blue eyes shining and her golden blond braids with pale pink ribbons securing them gleaming in the sunlight like precious metals and gems.
"Happy Christmas!" the League chorused to the little girl as they tucked her into bed.
She sucked on her right thumb and cuddled with her new big monkey, snoring uproariously until Mr. Hyde was deaf, for which he thanked God. Unfortunately for him, he'd mixed the elixir incorrectly and it made him Mr. Hyde forever.