Blaze and Silver's Winter Wonderland: Part 2
As they entered the lower tunnels beneath Santa's workshop, the team of mobian heroes was overwhelmed by what they saw.
"Oh wow, look at all these toys." Silver exclaimed. "There are so many rubber duckies in here you could form a whole lake. Heck, Ernie would be in heaven."
"Blimey, here's a whole rack of boomerangs." Marine answered, walking over and picked up one of the curved sticks. "Now, I don't mean to sound ungrateful but couldn't Santa have more Down Unda toys than just this thing, I mean isn't this just a little bloomin' much."
"Hey, what about plush kangaroos?" Silver asked, which promptly earned him a smack alongside the head from Machopper.
"Alright children, why don't we stop the playground bickering and find out where they're keeping Santa?" Blaze stated. "Everyone, follow me down the tunnel and keep an eye out for anything suspicious."
The group slowly made their way past endless rows of bicycles, footballs, and board games. As Silver quietly moved along, he accidently stepped on a small doll that had been left on the floor.
"Mama." The doll stated. Silver looked up.
"Ah, Blaze. Marine. Which one of you is it? And when's the baby due?" Silver asked. The two girls immediately punched him in the face, knocking the confused hedgehog down.
"Blimey, it's times like this I wish I had a hammer like Amy." The raccoon grumbled.
At that moment, Machopper heard the sound of struggling coming from underneath a stack of soccer balls.
"Holy Sydney! There's somebody under here." Machopper brushed several of the balls away with his tail, revealing an elf tied to a chair and gagged. "Well, hello there; little lady. We'll have you untied in a jiff." Marine quickly removed the gag and began untying the knots.
"Oh, thank you so much. You got to get me out of here." The elf girl pleaded, standing up and rubbing her wrists. "The yetis have gone crazy and started working for that bad egg."
"Now, just hold on a minute, miss." Silver interrupted. "Who are you and what's happened to Santa."
"Oh I'm sorry. They taken Santa to the main tower." The elf replied. "And my name is Helper."
"Now, just wait a minute." Sticks asked, her conspiracy senses going heywire. "Your name's Helper... as in helper elves? It's just you?"
"Well, of course. Me, Jingle, and Jangle take care of the reindeer. The yetis make the toys." The elf shrugged. "What don't tell me you believe that urban legend that their is a whole army of us making the gifts?"
"Darn it." Sticks growled, crossing her arms. "I hate it when a conspiracy goes belly-up."
"Ah," Marine pouted. "I wanted to meet Herby; I have a toothache."
At that moment, the elevator came down from one of the upper floors and a dozen or so yetis came barreling after the mobians.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Silver yelled. "QUICK! USE ANYTHING HANDY AS A WEAPON!"
Immediately, Blaze picked up several soccer balls set them on fire and launched them at the yetis, knocking three or four over.
"Ha, take that." Blaze yelled triumphantly. "I always was good at sports."
"Oh yeah, well, how good are you at Cat's Cradle." Marine answered.
"That's not a sport." The feline answered.
"Well, it should be." The raccoon replied, slipping string between her fingers.
Machopper grabbed several of the boomerangs off the rack and threw them all at once.
"Ha, it's like a boomerang machine gun." He yelled as the boomerangs nailed a whole group of the yetis. "I fail to see any bloody downside." At that moment, all of the boomerangs came smacking him back in the face. "Oh yeah, forgot about that part." The kangaroo muttered as stars danced around his head.
"You hairballs aren't going to take me alive." Sticks yelled, racing over to a stack of wrapped presents. "There has to be something in here I can use." As the yetis closed in on her, she tore open the packages one by one. "A yo-yo? No. Men's boxers? No. Wait, this is perfect." Pulling out a box that said, Ronko Cordless Electric Shaver on the side. She tore out the razor and clicked it on. "Alright, hairballs." She grinned, holding up the buzzing razor. "Which one of you wants to lose your fuzz first?" All of the yetis looked at her in horror, screamed, and ran the other direction. As they were fleeing, Marine kicked down a giant Christmas tree onto the fuzzballs, trapping them beneath it.
"Alright, Down Unda saves Christmas." Marine yelled triumphantly. "Oh wait, I better not say that too loud. Or they'll make it into a movie."
"Hurry, we got to get upstairs and save Santa." Helper pleaded. "Otherwise, Robotnik Claus will steal the toys and ruin Christmas."
"Don't worry, we'll go up and fix this mess." Blaze reassured her. "You stay down here and make sure those yetis don't get away."
Rushing onto the elevator, the five mobians headed up to the main workshop where a morbidly obese man in a red suit waited for them.
"Ah, welcome to my Christmas party." Robotnik Claus stated. "If I would have known you were coming, I would have prepared some eggnog and cranberry sauce."
"Eww, why don't you just throw a bloomin' fruit cake in there too." Marine stuck out her tongue. "Nobody likes that stuff for Christmas. I'd like Christmas cookies better."
"I don't have Christmas cookies but I do have an army ready to attack you." The villian replied.
"Wait don't tell me, you're going to sick a platoon of wooden nutcracker soldiers on us." Silver rolled his eyes. "The most cliche Christmas villain trope ever made."
"No, don't be so silly. That's completely unoriginal." Robotnik Claus snapped his fingers, and two rows of wooden soldiers came out. "These ones have sunglasses on; totally original." Pushing a button, the speakers in the workshop started to blare 'March of the Toy Soldiers'.
As the wooden soldiers marched towards Silver and the others, the villian made a hasty retreat up the stairs.
"Oh man, where's the mouse king when you need him?" As the soldiers closed in, Blaze started to chuckle which turned into straight out laughter.
"What's so funny? You little idgit." Machopper yelled in frustration. "Can't you see we're about to get crushed by giant G. I. Joe wanna-bes?"
"You do realize our attackers are made of wood, don't you?" Blaze asked, opening up her burning hands. "Stand aside, I'll turn these troops into kindling. You guys, go after the fat man."
As the other four ran up the stairs, Blaze proceeded to turn the wooden soldiers into an all-night barbeque. As the quartet reached the top of the stairs, they found Santa tied up with Robotnik Claus standing behind him.
"Bah, I'm not just going to hand him over." the villian snapped his finger. "Run, run as fast as you can. You won't escape my giant gingerbread man."
"OKAY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS GUY!?" Silver yelled in exasperation. "HE'S THROWING EVERY BAD CHRISTMAS MOVIE IDEA AT US AT ONCE!"
"Mongo smash." The gingerbread man roared, smashing his cookie fist into the ground causing them to scatter. Machopper threw a lasso around this left leg while Sticks jumped on his right leg and barred her fangs.
"I really wish I had a gallon glass of milk right now." Sticks replied.
"Oh yummy." Marine stated, jumping onto the gingerbread man's chest. "I love the icing and toppings."
"NO! NOT THE BUTTONS!" Mongo screamed. "NOT THE GUMDROP BUTTONS!"
The three managed to bring down the giant cookie monster with a mighty crash and they proceed to greedily devour it.
Silver dashed towards Robotnik Claus turning into a spinball and smashing right through him.
"NO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Robotnik Claus wailed, as his body melted into a pile of red jelly. "I'm melting. I'm melting. What a Christmas."
"What!? He melted!?" Silver asked in disbelief. "That's not the real Dr. Eggman."
"No, and neither am I." A voice declared. A giant monitor screen on the back wall turned on revealing what appeared to be Eggman with a white mustache and off-color clothing. "I see you managed to destroy my Robotnik Claus clone."
"WHAT!? WHO ARE YOU!?" Silver asked.
"I'm the clone master." The figure, replied, stroking his greyed mustache. "This was merely a sample to give the people of Mobius, and unmerry Christmas. But next time, this world shall feel the wrath of Eggman Nega." The screen immediately turned off.
"Eggman Nega?" Silver thought. "I'll need to keep that in mind." He gazed over to the side and noticed the giant cookie turn into a blob of bright pink sugary goo resembling thin frosting.
"Ah, the cookie's all gone." Marine whimpered.
"Who cares?" Sticks grinned, dipping her finger into the sugary goop and eating it. "This stuff tastes even better." She began to gather a bunch of the icing while Silver looked on in confusion.
"The monster was a clone too!?" The albino asked. "What did he do throw cookie dough into the formula? HOW DID HE CLONE A GINGERBREAD MAN!?" Machopper went over and untied Santa.
"Hoho. Thank you so much for freeing me and Helper. Now, we should really go and let all those yetis out of the laundry room; where that villain trapped them. They been stuck in their with a pile of my dirty socks and underwear for a week."
The quartet had headed down the stairs to free the yetis. Upon returning to the room where they came from, they found Blaze laying on the floor groaning. Silver ran over to the fallen feline surrounded by charred wooden soldiers.
"Blaze." Silver picked her up. "Blaze, are you alright?"
"Silver, I've used up all my power." The cat replied, exhausted. "I wish I had something to eat." Sticks remembered the goo that she had gathered and went over to Blaze.
"Here, you can have some of this." The badger stated. "It's very good."
"Thanks." The cat replied, opening her mouth.
"I don't think that's a..." Silver stated, but he couldn't finish as Blaze had already consumed some of the frosting and swallowed it. "good idea."
"MMmmm; this is very sweet. Tastes like cotton candy." She commented, gleefully. Blaze stopped as her pupils dilated. She leapt out of Silver's arms and zipped back and forth around the room.
"Krickey, how much sugar was in that?" Marine asked.
"I don't know, cuz." Sticks replied. "But at least, she'll be alright."
"We're at the North Pole." Blaze proclaimed, looking around. "We're at the North Pole."
"Blaze, calm down a little." Silver replied. "Can you please..." He noticed that Blaze's eyes went wide. "Uh, why are you looking at me like that?" He looked up noticing mistletoe above him. "Uh oh." The kitty pounced onto the hedgehog causing him to fall over as he was bombarded with thousands of rapid-fire smooches.
"YAY! MERRY CHRISTMAS, SILVER!" Blaze stated, running around.
"Merry Christmas, Blaze." The albino hedgehog replied, sheepishly. His face and chest was covered with her lipstick.
"I don't think she can control herself in this sugar rush." Machopper commented.
"I'm surprised she can give someone a thousand kisses a second." Marine replied.
After they had released the yetis (who were coughing and holding their breath from the stinky laundry), the group soon got the factory up and running again. It wasn't long before Santa's sleigh was loaded with toys and ready to go.
"Ho ho. Thank you so much for helping the people of Mobius. The children will be so happy." He looked over at the five mobians. "Is there anything else I can do to show my gratitude."
"Well, blimey. How about a ride home?" Marine asked. "Oh, and a game station for each of us."
"We'll see about that." Santa laughed. "Now, hurry up and hop in the sleigh." Santa and the mobians took off into the night sky. The sound of jingling bells ringing through the winter air. Blaze would continue to cling onto Silver for the entire ride home; she wouldn't experience the crash until they had returned home.
Back on South Island, a shocking TV expose was airing for the holiday.
"Tonight on Trobbin Screech," The TV talk show announced. "I'm going to talk to two North Pole elves who say Santa was kidnapped by an evil candy clone and the two are going to retire; and going to Moai."
"Hey Santa, we got your wallet."
"Yeah, thanks for paying for our plane tickets."
Hey there, this is B. J. Williams. I and my co-writer, would like to wish you guys a Merry Christmas.
This will be the final chapter to be published for 2017. The next chapter won't be posted until the feast of Epiphany (January 6th).
