Tweek ran down the stairs on Christmas morning, his coffee thermos clasped in his hand. He, like most kids, was excited for the big day. Tweek was hoping for a lot of coffee this Christmas. What he DID get, however, was the cause for his Christmas to become something out of his worst nightmares.
Underwear.
Lots and lots of underwear.
When Tweek confronted his parents about this, they informed him that he was always running out. Tweek blamed the gnomes. His parents went back to sipping tea and watching their son spaz out.
Tweek was forced to bring his gifts up to his room. As soon as his door was closed, he started building a barricade. Soon, Tweek was sitting in a fort made of blankets, pillows, and whatever else he had in his room that was easily moved. His underwear was arranged into a nest.
Tweek shook back and forth, unable to sleep. All night, he stayed up, just waiting for the gnomes to come. Just as he was about to give up and fall asleep, he heard tiny footsteps coming in.
"GAH! GET OUT!" He screamed. The gnomes didn't listen. They easily broke down and stole Tweek's underwear. Every last pair.
After explaining what had happened to his parents, and then being told to go to sleep, Tweek made a vow to catch the gnomes next year.