I am so crazy. I still don't own any of this stuff. Sorry. Please send reviews anyway, though. I don't think I'm gonna do any chapters after this, but if you want me to, say so and I will, K? Woot!
Nny had reached the end of his street. And he was getting bored. The car was filling up, too.
"Maybe I should go find some OTHER way of stopping Christmas." He mused.
"Yes! Some other way!!" The Doughboys chorused together.
"Hmmm…. But how?"
"Light the city on fire!" Suggested Mr. Eff.
"Nah. I'd burn down the 24/7."
"Just burn down the OTHER half of town!"
"Nah. Fire has a nasty habit of spreading."
Psycho pondered for a second over whether Nny was crazy enough to buy it. He decided he was, and made a suggestion.
"You could kill Santa Clause!" Nny's eyes lit up. Psycho snickered. Nny was a LOT crazier than normal today.
Nny proudly surveyed his work. The chimney (Which he made out of a chopped hole in the wall, and a lot of cardboard) was completely rigged. He hadn't built a fire, like most Santa-fearing kids, oh, no. The cardboard would light on fire, for one thing.
The bottom was rigged with a pressure pad. When it was triggered, a dozen or so knives would launch at whatever triggered it. Failing that, Nny was determined stare at the Chimney all night.
Santa was as good as dead.
Hours passed. Nny stared, unblinking, at the jagged hole in his wall. The doughboys stared at him. About three in the morning, Eff finally broke the silence.
"Nny… about this Santa Clause thing… You know he doesn't exist, right?"
"HOW DO YOU MEAN?!?!"
At that exact second, something dropped down the chimney, and was impaled. Nny jumped up, pointing to the dark… thing.
"See! It's Santa!"
"That's Santa's sack." Said Eff.
"Then where's-"
"HO HO HOOOOOOOO!!!!" The door burst in, and Santa stood there, in all his holiday garb.
"I'm Heeeeeeeere for you, Johnny!!" He boomed. "You've been very NAUGHTY this year!!"