"And then, once we kill Santa and all of the kids start their wonderful crying show, we jump in and lead them all into a cave while telling them there's presents, and then we kill them in a beautiful slaughter!" O'Malley laughed, loving his plan.
"Wait, we can't just ruin Christmas!" Doc protested.
"Yes we can, didn't you just hear my plan?" O'Malley asked.
"It's not right."
"You're right: it's not right. It better! It's amazing! It's bloodshed! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-" O'Malley stopped himself, "Wait, don't want to give away our location. I should be quieter."
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"Twinkle! Grab the crate!" Santa ordered his elf. They were in the basement of the workshop.
"Of course," Twinkle said, running off to get the crate.
"What's in this one?" On of the reindeer, Dasher, asked.
"A cloaking device," Santa answered, giving Dasher a pat on the head.
"Where do you even get this stuff?" Comet asked.
"I couldn't tell you that! It's secret!" Santa answered.
"Why do I even try?" Comet muttered, going away. There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Santa asked.
"Your wife!" Came the voice of Mrs. Claus.
"Quick! Hide everything," Santa whispered to the nearby elves. "Then come on in!" The door opened, and the wife came out. She eyed one of the elves as they just finished hiding a small metal box.
"What are you doing? It's almost Christmas Eve!" Mrs. Claus asked Santa.
"Just looking at the place; it just doesn't seem decorated enough," Santa lied.
"There's five Christmas trees," Mrs. Claus pointed out.
"Exactly! There should be six!" Santa pointed to an empty spot, "Right there! Wonderful place!"
Mrs. Claus shook her head, "Please, hurry up. We can't be late." She walked out of the basement, sighing to herself. She knew Santa wasn't being completely honest with her, and she needed to figure out what was up. They were behind schedule for Christmas and whatever side project Santa was keeping from her wasn't helping that situation. In fact, she was pretty sure it was the cause.
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"Maybe they're magic rocks?" Tucker suggested, looking back at Epsilon's present.
"Who the fuck would have magic rocks?" Epsilon asked him.
"Santa?" Tucker poked one of the rocks. Nothing happened.
"Oh, yes. So magical." Epsilon shook his head.
"Well, maybe they're diamands?"
Epsilon looked at the rocks, then back at Tucker, "Tucker. Do these dull, grey, rocks look like diamonds to you?"
Tucker sighed, "No."
"Why would Santa give me rocks!?"
"He said they were worth as much as you," Tucker said. "So.. Basically Santa said you're worth as much as rocks."
"May I try to help?" Dr. Grey said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"Aa! Where did you come from!?" Tucker jumped back.
"Oh, I've always been here!" Dr. Grey laughed. She proceded to scan the rocks. "Yup! Just rocks!"
"Wow. You made me feel so much better," Epsilon said sarcastically.