Wow, what kind reviewers! You guys are awesome!
There have been a couple of questions about my other fanfics: They will be updated, I'm just working on this stuff now because I want to finish it by Christmas or a little afterward. Bearing that in mind, I cannot take all of your suggestions. It's nothing personal if I don't use them, trust me, I like all the ideas you've all submitted. But I've got a line to travel toward how I want this to end, and well… there's a strategy.
So, time to write some more!
As I write this, I'm listening to "Winter Light" by the amazing Adam Pascal, which is probably the prettiest holiday song I've ever heard in my entire life. XD (LOVE)
And I have a kitten sitting on my shoulder. Woohoo, multitasking!
Enjoy, and again, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
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Being that the Bohos didn't know the Squeegee Man very well, and realized that he could put them through unusual yet painful harm with his Squeegee thingy, they all ran from the scene, laughing.
When they caught their breath, Mark panted into the cold night air, "Alright, guys? What next?"
"More songs!" Maureen said happily, "We're not lost anymore, so we can carol worry-free!"
Mimi and Roger, plus Angel and Collins had gone back to their favorite part of the winter romp: making out sans mistletoe.
Mark sighed as Joanne grabbed Maureen and joined in.
Utterly left out, as always, he sang to himself, "I have a little dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play! Oh - dreidel, dreidel, dreidel , I made it out of clay and when it's dry and ready then dreidel I shall play! It has a lovely body….with legs so short and thin, and when my dreidel's tired…it drops and then I win! Oh - dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play! My dreidel's always playful, it loves to dance and spin. A happy game of dreidel, come play now, let's begin! Oh - dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play!"
"You have a little dreidel, he'll be there 'til the end, you have your tiny driedel, and not any girlfriend!" Roger sang teasingly.
"SHUT UP, ROGER!"
"Okay now that our lovable resident Jewboy has sang the Dreidel Song due to popular demand," Collins announced importantly, "We shall move on, and I know just who we can annoy the hell out of next!"
"Who?" All the Bohos asked curiously.
"Him." Collins pointed at a man standing in the shadows.
Not just A man, THE Man.
Roger and Mimi exchanged a knowing grin.
"Great idea, Collins!" Maureen exclaimed. "What should we sing to him…?"
"Let's break out…. The Song." Roger suggested boldly.
Everyone gasped.
Mimi stood; mouth agape. "Roger, do you really mean it? The Song? Do you think he can handle it?"
"I do, and do you know why?" Roger said, sounding very smart. "Because he's not just a man, so he doesn't get just a song. He's The Man and he gets The Song. Basic logic, you know?"
"You're a genius." Maureen breathed. "This is going to be fun!"
Mimi lit up as an idea hit her. "Guys, I know just the thing!"
And she ran forward toward The Man, approaching him from behind. The other Bohos followed, slowly, perplexed.
Mimi crept up behind The Man as he stood mysteriously at the corner of an alley.
"Follow The Man, follow The Man, with his pockets full of toe jam, follow The Man, follow The Man, let us sing for you, if you caannnnnn!" she sang vibrantly.
The Man turned around, surprised. A sly smile split his cheeks. "Come crawling back to me, have you, Mimi?"
"Got any gingerbread, man?" Mimi ignored his teasing and questioned.
"Huh?"
"Got any candy canes?"
"What?"
"Got any stockings, any dreidels, any candles, any Christmas tree lights, any snooooowww?" Mimi continued.
"No."
"HEY!" Roger shouted, hurling a giant snowball at The Man. "Merry Christmas, you bastard. There you have your snow."
The Man, angry, wiped the icy cold fluff from his face. "You'll regret that, Davis."
"Will I?" Roger said, as the Bohos caught up with Mimi.
"…. Lose my dignity? Will someoneee caaarrreeee?" Mark wailed soulfully.
"Mark." Roger stated. "Now is SO not the time. It was funny. Now it's just plain annoying, so stop."
Mark backed away somewhat submissively. "Okay, don't smack my head again."
The Man glared at them all. "What do you slackers want?"
"We simply want to give you a Christmas present." Maureen said, pouring fake sugar all over her words. "All right you, Bohemians! Ready to sing your song?"
"I'll say we are!" Collins said brightly.
"Yeah!" Mimi cheered.
"Let's sing it now!" Joanne said, seemingly having perked up.
"Okay, Marky?" Maureen asked.
"Okay!" Mark called.
"Okay, Angel?"
"Okay!" Angel answered.
"Okay, Roger? Roger? ROGER!" Maureen screamed.
"OKAY!!!" Roger yelled, dropping the gigundous snowball he'd been making to throw at The Man.
The Man stared, worried, and began to back into the alley, trapping himself with the Bohos.
"Christmas, Christmas time is near!" They chorused, "Time for Benny to die by reindeer!"
"We've done good, but we need to, sing a Christmas song to you!" Mimi sang, delighted at the notion of annoying The Man.
"Want a gun that shoots your head!" Roger said, miming shooting The Man with his fingers.
"Me, I want him to be dead!" Mimi said darkly.
"We can hardly be too nice, please Santa, give him lice!" Mark said, mock-inspecting The Man's greasy locks.
"Okay Bohos, get ready!" Collins directed, "That was very good, Maureen."
"Naturally." The drama queen tittered, tossing her brown locks over her shoulder.
"Very good, Marky." Collins complimented.
"Aww." Mark blushed happily.
"Ah, Roger, you were a little flat, watch it. Ah, Roger…? Roger!? ROGER!!!"
"OKAY!" Roger said, dropping the snowball again with a pout.
"Want a sword to slice your neck!" Joanne and Angel sang.
"I still want him to go to heck." Mimi muttered.
"We can hardly wait to see, make The Man break his knee!" Roger said, glaring intensely at The Man as he glared back.
"Please Santa; make him by stuck by a bee." Mark added.
"We don't want to wait any more, make him break out in sores!" Collins said (joyful and) triumphant.
"Please Santa, make him pay." All of the Bohos chorused.
"Very good, Bohos!" Joanne yelled happily.
"Let's sing it again!" Mimi screamed.
"Yeah, lets sing it again!" Angel repeated, just as delighted.
"No, that's enough, lets not overdo it." The Man spoke finally.
"What do you mean overdo it?" Maureen eyed The Man.
"We want to sing it again!" Mark protested, pouting.
"Now wait a minute, you all…" The Man tried to begin.
"Why can't we sing it again?" Maureen asked calmly.
"Yeah, you Grinch! Let us sing!" Mimi exclaimed.
"What a butthead." Angel shrugged.
"GUYS!" Roger shouted. "THE SNOW!"
With that said, all of the Bohemians knelt down and picked up some of the fluffy white goodness, rolling it between their hands.
And one by one, they pelted the drug dealer mercilessly.
"Merry Christmas, The Man!" Maureen said, looking devious.
"Davis, cut that out.. Mimi, just a minute. Collins, will you cut that out? You idiots..."
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Aw, I liked writing that, it was good fun.
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