Okerie-dokie. I've had this buzzing around my head for a while. And since I can't put up a new story until someone (coughcoughKalicoughcough) finishes her fourth story, I needed to write something to chill myself out. That being the case, I decided to put this up. Yay.

Roll it, Louie!

Kesy strolled toward the main area of Halloweentown, Wilfred on her shoulder, still glowing with delight after her date with the Pumpkin King. Suddenly, her pointed ears picked up a familiar name and she whirled around.

A witch, a devil, and a skeleton were standing on a corner, singing a song, each wearing a sharp-toothed smile and gesturing to the hat that lay on the sidewalk. A few bat wings rested within the hat.

Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Lock him up real tight!
Throw away the key and then
Turn off all the lights!

Kesy knew the name sounded familiar. She searched the back of her mind, certain that she knew no one named Sandy Claws. Why was it so familiar?

The tiny witch took a small step forward to separate herself from her cohorts.

First, we're going to set some bait
Inside a nasty trap and wait!
When he comes a-sniffing we will
Snap the trap and close the gate!

Then the devil stepped forward. Kesy walked over toward the meager crowd that had gathered.

Wait, I've got a better plan
To catch this big red lobster man!
Let's pop him in a boiling pot
And when he's done we'll butter him up!

Now they all sang together.

Kidnap the Sandy Claws
Throw him in a box!
Bury him for ninety years
Then see if he talks!

I say that we take a cannon
Aim it at his door and then
Knock three times, and when he answers
Sandy Claws will be no more!

Kesy's memory jolted into action. She stood stock still while her mind buzzed, snippets of red and green and "ho, ho, ho" and cookies and stockings and Christmas trees bounced around in her head. Sandy Claws. Santa Claus. Her grandfather. Boiled? Over her dead body!

"Wilfred!" Kesy whispered hastily. "Sic 'em, boy!"

As the witch waltzed away, hearing the surprised cries of the troublemakers, she cackled. Wilfred bounced up to her shortly, a tiny smear of blood on his fuzzy mug.

"G'boy!" the witch whispered lovingly. Wilfred took his residence on her shoulder again, and Kesy continued down the street, feeling the tips of her pointed ears.

'Now we're even, Granda,' Kesy thought as she waved at one of her customers.

It ish teh short and teh silly. But it's kind of a one-shot. Explainy time of explainifulness:

-Kesy is the granddaughter of Santa Claus. Duh.

-Although Kesy isn't fond of Christmas, she does love her grandfather. Thus, the beating up of Boogie's Boys.

-Wilfred did not kill them. That adorable little ball of fuzz just roughed 'em up a bit.

Originally, Kesy whapped 'em wif a stick; this may come to pass. However, if someone (coughcoughKalicoughcough) doesn't finish her fourth story soon, I might not put up the whap-wif-a-stick version. Pester her to finish and I shall write the whap-wif-a-stick version. 'Tis mushy Jack-lurves-his-Kesy nonsense, but still...it features a good ol' fashioned stick whapping!

Review please! Don't forget: pester Kali and I shall put up the whap-wif-a-stick thing!

Post Scriptum: If you want to see what Kesy looks like, go to the Ms. Donovan and Ms. Midnight profile. Scroll down, and cut and paste the link at the bottom of the quotes into your search bar. That will lead to my picture of Kesy McClaw and Wilfred (for those of you who adovcate the Kesy/Wilfred pairing...you know who you are ((cracks knuckles)))!

Review please!