In this story, Flippy plays the role of Santa. Flaky plays the role of Mrs. Claus. (I like that pairing) Lumpy and Mime are the reindeer. Handy, Toothy and everybody else are the Elves. You see, Santa/Flippy has gotten really pissed off and he goes insane. I wanted to use this song, but I couldn't change the words without changing the meaning. The song is owned by Weird Al.
Down in the workshop all the elves (Handy, Toothy and the rest) were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When Flippy busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beret to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled green Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night Flippy went crazy
The night Flippy went insane
Realized he'd been getting a raw deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet (Lumpy and Mime) [if I changed their names it wouldn't ryme]
And he tied up poor Toothy, and he held the Handy hostage
And he ground up poor Russel into pirate sausage
He got Lifty and Shifty with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Nutty just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Cuddles
And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!" [I know that doesn't ryme! Deal with it!]
The night Flippy went crazy
The night Flippy went nuts
Now, ya can't hardly walk around Happy Tree
Without steppin' in critter guts
There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
and helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flying the body count's rising
And everyone's dying to know -"Oh Flippy, why?"
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.
Yes Virginia, now Flippy's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out on good behaviour in seven hundred more years.
But now Petunia's in therapy and Splendid's still nervous
And Handy and Toothy got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Flaky, she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights.
(They talk about)
The night Flippy went crazy
The night Flippy flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped
Wo, The night Flippy went crazy
The night Flippy went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' the wrong deal
Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Wo, Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell ya, somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain.