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Thank you, Tagicheartbreak, Querty 124, and MysticHawk for reviewing.
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Another day, another Guardian, and North gets the feeling Tooth isn't the last one.
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Bunny starts pacing. How is he going to pull off Easter in this form?! He might be able to enlist Tooth for delivery, but he's going to have to paint the remaining eggs himself. That can't happen unless he's back at the Warren, provided the Warrior Eggs don't go cuckoo and attack him. Then, of course, there's the problem of getting back to his original form . . . Ugh, It's one big mess he just can't deal with. How did this all happen, anyways?!
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Jack rides the wind, hoping to come up with an idea. An idea about what, she doesn't really know. Just something, ANYTHING. She grips her staff in frustration, still irritated at being a 'she' and not knowing why. In hindsight, Jack was probably let off easy. She could fly, use her powers, spread snow . . . and basically has nothing to worry about, aside from getting her family back to ''normal''. Frosty smirks at the word, her imagination taking over.
She can just see North reading the morning paper, having a cup of coffee (and vodka), home from work. Tooth steps in the door holding a casserole the size of Wisconsin. Bunny's frowning behind an art textbook, trying to concentrate. Thanks to our frosty hero, he's failing miserably. Sandy is leaning back in an old armchair, ''smoking'' a pipe. (There's just sand coming out of it, so what would you call that?) Jack is playing footsie with Bunny, summarily annoying the heck out of him, like any good sister should.
Frostbite immediately collides with reality at the word ''sister''. She's going to be stuck like this for the rest of her unnatural days if she doesn't figure out what's going on.
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Early the next morning, pretty much everyone but Sandy and North is grumpy. Pitch's black sand has struck again. North is now sporting a full(er) head of hair, and enjoying it. Since misery loves company, Jack points out that's how things started for him. North doesn't miss a beat, apparently unafraid of what might happen. "This is all Pitch would do to me, only a fool would mess with 'Santa Claus'," North jokes. Bunny's eye starts twitch again, insulted. Pitch had dared to mess with the Ex-Pooka, why not North?! That's Bunny for ya, sensitive as the day is long, and this day has just begun.
North yawns over a cup of coffee, then gets up to strech. He stretches a little more than he expects. His arms elongate, becoming hairy. His ears become visible in his long hair, which is retreating. The Russian eventually has to bend down on all fours, becoming even hairier. Around half a minute after the transformation finishes, everyone just breaks down laughing. Jack, having no shame, is almost reduced to tears. Nicholas St. North has turned into a reindeer!
The irony of this isn't waisted on any of the Elves and Yetis hanging around. Word spreads fast, when the stables get wind of this . . .oh brother. . . Ever heard a reindeer laugh? Let alone 12 of them? Yikes. Snorting, tromping, grunting. It sounds like the entire world is coming down around their ears. Which, now that I think about it, is.
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Pitch sneers, then ponders what to turn Sandy into. This transformation business is more fun than he thought. Maybe this could be used for world destruction, you never know.
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That's a wrap!
Sandy is obviously next, but what's he going to turn into? Are they EVER going to catch Pitch? And what about Easter?! (Alright, that's already been taken care of.)