Johnny looked at the list of toys that he was to get Squee as he drove his car. Not paying attention, to the road, he barely dodged the passing cars. One random person drove off a cliff, trying to dodge the speeding car. Nny didn't notice.
"I can't believe this! How can anyone tell a kid that Santa is not real?" said Nny. He thought for a while, "Well… I've done it before, but the kid was a brat anyway! What kind of a parent would tell their kid that they aren't getting presents? Those jerks…"
By this time, more than ten cars had driven off the side of the road, into a huge cliff, in order to dodge Johnny's mad driving. Johnny finally approached the shopping mall; a place he hated. Way to many of the "popular people" who always made stereotypes of the quiet, sane people hang out there. It made him sick. He parked, but didn't even notice that he ran over a mall Santa Clause until it was too late.
Nny blinked and said happily, "Oh good! Now I have a Santa Costume!"
Nny put on the Santa's beard and hat. He didn't dare put the stuffing on because it'd 'make him look fat'. XD;
He didn't really look like a traditional Santa. He looked more like a homicidal Santa, but that would have to do.
"Now to do some shopping…" Nny said to himself as he walked into the mall.
"He, Santa!" said a person at the entrance, "Wanta get high?"
Nny looked at him, edged away and said, "Fuck no!"
"Aww, come on, ya looser! Chicken!" said the crack-head.
Nny pulled out a switchblade and slit the guy's throat, and stabbed him several times, "What part of NO don't you understand!"
Nny walked away and went into the store. Some people gawked at the bloodstains on his Santa shirt. Nny stuck a pocket-sized bomb in one of the people's open mouths as he walked away. The bomb exploded as Nny walked into the toy store. He began collecting things from the list.
"Hmm… Game Slave… All kids love those," said Nny as he threw a video game console and some games into a toy buggy. He also picked up a few action figures and stuffed toys: including a female looking Shmee toy. Nny approached the checkout counter.
"Can I help you, sir?" said an annoying desk clerk.
"Yeah," said Nny, pointing at the toys.
"Well, you'll have to wait your turn, sir," she said, pointing at the incredibly long line.
Although he was agitated, Nny waited in the long line for 24 minutes. Then the woman announced that it was closing time and that he had to return the items.
"WTF?!" cried Nny as he got out a machete, "All I wanted to do was make Christmas happen for a little kid, but fucking people like you have to screw it up! FUCK! He doesn't deserve this form you!"
Nny slashed her head off, dropped money on the counter, and ran off with the presents. He had to make it to Squee's house by 12:00. It was 11:55 now… He floored it out of the parking lot onto the highway. He was going 90 MPH. He HAD to make it to Squee's in time.
