Hey! Guess what I got for Christmas! Games! A GBA, for one, with Super
Mario Advance or whatever it's called (I'm awful at oldschool games). Then,
Petz 5 for the computer. Cute little puppies and kitties! EEEK!! ::is in
fuzzy mood:: Furry critters are just plain CUTE! Speaking of fuzzballs,
here's Ratchet from Ratchet & Clank to do the disclaimer for me!
Ratchet: Am not!
Do it, fur-boy, or I take away all your guns and leave you with nothing but Clank to defend yourself! Not even your OmniWrench8000!
Ratchet: NNOOO!!!!
Clank: What could possibly be so awful about that? Aside from the fact that I would become both a sheild and battering ram...
Ratchet: All right, all right, I'll do your stupid disclaimer. Sandy87 doesn't own Jak and Daxter. Thankfully, she also doesn't own me...but she can have Clank.
The Twelve Days AFTER Jak and Daxter Christmas
Keira, the Bird Watcher, and the Geologist were all at the Bird Lady's house. Keira was fuming at her father for making her do the stupid Mayor's stupid CD recording (A/N: shameless plug - check out my other X-mas fic). She was madder than Daxter had been when she chunked him out the window! Angrily, she started singing, hoping it would let her vent.
"On the first day after Christmas...
My father and I had a fight!
And so I chopped his plant down,
And burned it - just for spite!
And as for that old ottsel,
I shot that blasted ottsel!
The Sage, ::ladies echo::,
The Sage, ::echo::,
The Sages gave to me!
"The second day after Christmas,
I put on the old rubber gloves!
And very gently wrung the necks
Of the two Lightning Moles!
The Sage, ::ladies echo::,
The Sage, ::echo::,
The Sages gave to me!
"On the third day after Christmas,
that stupid Gol got the croup.
I had to loan him three Flut-Fluts
To make some birdie soup. (But I think he fed his Lurkers instead).
"The four muses were a big mistake;
Their artwork made me puke!
"The five Power Cells were all fake;
They made my Zoomer go BOOM!
"The sixth day after Christmas,
The six Lurker dogs went astray.
I think they got sent to the
ASPCA!
"On the seventh day - what a mess I found! -
The seven sharks a-swimming
All had drowned! (And in the air no less!)
The Sage, ::ladies echo::,
The Sage, ::echo::,
The Sages gave to me!"
"On the eighth day after Christmas,
Before they could suspect,
I bundled up the
Eight pre-milked Yakkows (with their sleeping farmer),
Nine girls inventing (because they rivaled me),
Ten beat-up heros,
Eleven miners mining,
Twelve Jaks a-jumping - "
Geologist: "Well, ACTUALLY, she kept one of the Jaks. Didn't you?" ::Keira blushes::
"And sent them back collect!
I told the Sages,
'You're so age-ed!'
And as I said in so many words,
'Furthermore, your Christmas gifts were FOR THE BIRDS!'"
And that, folks, is why there are none of those crazy things running around Sandover! It wasn't SO bad, was it? Oh, and I have presents for you all ::hands out J&D plushies::! I was gonna give out those worthless blow-up dummies of Ratchet's, but I can't get near his stash of junk. They're mostly useless throughout the game, anyway (tell me one time they're worth something and I'll give you one). No purpose whatsoever (aside from laughing at). Have a nice whatever-you-celebrate-this-time-of-year!
Ratchet: Am not!
Do it, fur-boy, or I take away all your guns and leave you with nothing but Clank to defend yourself! Not even your OmniWrench8000!
Ratchet: NNOOO!!!!
Clank: What could possibly be so awful about that? Aside from the fact that I would become both a sheild and battering ram...
Ratchet: All right, all right, I'll do your stupid disclaimer. Sandy87 doesn't own Jak and Daxter. Thankfully, she also doesn't own me...but she can have Clank.
The Twelve Days AFTER Jak and Daxter Christmas
Keira, the Bird Watcher, and the Geologist were all at the Bird Lady's house. Keira was fuming at her father for making her do the stupid Mayor's stupid CD recording (A/N: shameless plug - check out my other X-mas fic). She was madder than Daxter had been when she chunked him out the window! Angrily, she started singing, hoping it would let her vent.
"On the first day after Christmas...
My father and I had a fight!
And so I chopped his plant down,
And burned it - just for spite!
And as for that old ottsel,
I shot that blasted ottsel!
The Sage, ::ladies echo::,
The Sage, ::echo::,
The Sages gave to me!
"The second day after Christmas,
I put on the old rubber gloves!
And very gently wrung the necks
Of the two Lightning Moles!
The Sage, ::ladies echo::,
The Sage, ::echo::,
The Sages gave to me!
"On the third day after Christmas,
that stupid Gol got the croup.
I had to loan him three Flut-Fluts
To make some birdie soup. (But I think he fed his Lurkers instead).
"The four muses were a big mistake;
Their artwork made me puke!
"The five Power Cells were all fake;
They made my Zoomer go BOOM!
"The sixth day after Christmas,
The six Lurker dogs went astray.
I think they got sent to the
ASPCA!
"On the seventh day - what a mess I found! -
The seven sharks a-swimming
All had drowned! (And in the air no less!)
The Sage, ::ladies echo::,
The Sage, ::echo::,
The Sages gave to me!"
"On the eighth day after Christmas,
Before they could suspect,
I bundled up the
Eight pre-milked Yakkows (with their sleeping farmer),
Nine girls inventing (because they rivaled me),
Ten beat-up heros,
Eleven miners mining,
Twelve Jaks a-jumping - "
Geologist: "Well, ACTUALLY, she kept one of the Jaks. Didn't you?" ::Keira blushes::
"And sent them back collect!
I told the Sages,
'You're so age-ed!'
And as I said in so many words,
'Furthermore, your Christmas gifts were FOR THE BIRDS!'"
And that, folks, is why there are none of those crazy things running around Sandover! It wasn't SO bad, was it? Oh, and I have presents for you all ::hands out J&D plushies::! I was gonna give out those worthless blow-up dummies of Ratchet's, but I can't get near his stash of junk. They're mostly useless throughout the game, anyway (tell me one time they're worth something and I'll give you one). No purpose whatsoever (aside from laughing at). Have a nice whatever-you-celebrate-this-time-of-year!