Part 3 – A Christmas They'll Never Forget.
The outlaws snuck through the castle, they had climbed up the back wall and knocked all the guards unconscious to get in, but still had no idea what they were going to do when they got to the great hall or how they would ruin the festivities.
"Right, I've come up with an idea," someone said, and everyone turned to Robin, expecting him to be the one to finally have come up with a plan.
Robin was looking in completely the other direction, and behind them Much coughed, "I've got an idea." He said, raising his eyebrows as thy all turned warily to listen.
"We go in, cover up our faces with our hoods, we'll go in two groups, Will, Robin and I in one and Djaq, Allan and John in the other…"
"I'll go on my own," Robin interrupted, "I need to deliver a present."
Much sighed, "Fine just Will and I, we'll go around to the front table, reveal ourselves, an fight out way out."
"Not being funny Much but isn't that kind of pointless," Allan pointed out.
A guards came along the corridor and the outlaws jumped out, silencing him in seconds.
"You're distraction will give me time to talk to Marian, and instead of just fighting our way out we'll grab the Sheriff and force everyone to give us their valuables." Robin answered, his eyes shinning, and his heart beating fast with adrenaline.
"Don't we need better clothing though," Will asked.
"Let's go and find some," Robin grinned and they headed into the hall, dragging out five men and a women, unconscious without anyone noticing, "Will this do Will?" Robin asked him.
They came out five minutes later dressed in the finest clothing.
"This is horribly itchy," Allan complained loudly, which earned a 'shhhh' from everyone else.
"I hate wearing dresses," whispered Djaq, emerging from the room she had changed in wearing a beautiful, deep red, dress.
"Come on, let's go and make this Christmas a Christmas they'll never forget," Robin's eyes sparkled playfully, and Much groaned, knowing he wasn't going to enjoy this.