Some time later, after Stan and Heff have finished making the costumes, they had now donned them. Stan was now dressed as Santa Claus, and Heff now in green elf uniform and tights. Amazing how those tights fit a big guy like them. They looked at themselves in the mirror as the narrator spoke again, "Soon, the two were now the fake Santa Claus and his trusty big elf."

Stan smirked in the mirror, saying, "A perfect fit for both of us, if I do say so myself."

A while later, late in the day to be exact, Stan and Heff came to a hill near their hide-out, while pulling up a rickety old sleigh, loaded with many empty sacks. They grunted and groaned while pulling up the sleigh, but they managed to get it to the top. The narrator said, "Soon they got ino a rickety old sleigh they found in a junkyard, as well as a load of old empty sacks. To find, they were very hard."

Stan and Heff hopped into the sleigh, all ready to go.

"So, as Stan and Heff were ready to set out, seeing everything all plain there, Stan suddenly realized..."

Stan's eyes widened in realization as he exclaimed, "Ah crud! We forgot the reindare...reindeer!"

Heff explained, "Well, duh, the last time I checked, reindeer are scarce in the Hundred Acre Woods. So I guess we're foiled once again from taking their goods."

Stan, however, frowned in determination, as the narrator said, "But he was undaunted, that woozle in the Santa suit."

Stan exclaimed, "We'll just have to find the nearest animal we can, and make the dope our reindeer substitute!"

Then, down below, they saw a brown cat wtih black stripes and a green collar, walking along, unaware of the two above.

The narrator said, "But to their luck, they saw down below, a bizarre little cat, by the name of Francisco."

Stan and Heff looked to each-other, saying in unison, while shrugging, "He'll do."

(Note: That's one of the only non-rhyme lines in the story.)

The cat, now known as Francisco, walked along through the forest, endlessly trying to look for a place to rest this Christmas. Suddenly, he stopped when he heard a small twig snap, startling him and making him turn around quickly. Fortunately for him, no one was there. However, he was still scared that some creature leap out of nowhere in this part of the Hundred Acre Woods, so he walked cautiously, looking around at each side. But suddenly, Stan and Heff leaped down in front of the cat, making him yelp. The two smirked evilly at the cat, making him laugh nervously.

The cat wondered what the two wanted with him, but he was too scared to find out. So before the two got grab him, he was off like a shot! Nevertheless, the two went to chase after him. The two villains wanted to use him as at least one reindeer, and they wouldn't take no for an answer!

As they chased Francisco throughout the forest in Heffalump Hollow, the narrator said, "So they chased after the cat, through every cranny and nook! Every spot of the woods, he was chased by those caniving crooks! They chased him left to right, they chased him there to here, they wanted badly to use him as their reindeer! They'd have to get him quick by the end of the day, if they desire to have any creature to pull their sleigh."

A bit later, after being chased all throughout Heffalump Hollow, Francisco walked slowly and exhaustedly, panting hardly, as if he were out of breath. He was, from all that running he did, out-running Stan and Heff, managing to avoid capture. He placed himself at the trunk of a tree, thinking he was finally safe. He looked around, before breathing a sigh of relief. Then he did a double take and saw Stan and Heff behind the tree he was at.

"Shhh!" Heff demanded at the cat, before placing one of the sacks he grabbed from the sleigh over him, in which everything went black.

Much later, night had came. After taking the cat back to their lair, Stan and Heff explained their plan and forced him to work for them as their reindeer. They threatened to shave all his fur off and leave him naked alone in the cold if he didn't cooperate, so he reluctantly agreed. He was now at the top of the hill, feeling miserable and embarrassed, having to wear a big branch tied to his head, as well as a harness around him.

The narrator explained, "So after taking him back to their lair, they explained their plan to him, and that chances of his survival if he did not cooperate were very slim. If he did not agree to be their reindeer and aid in stealing everyone's food, they would shave off all his fur, and leave him out alone in the cold, in the nude."

Francisco was harnessed up to the sleigh, like a reindeer, as they planned.

The narrator said, "When Francisco was reigned up, Stan shouted..."

Stan snapped, "Alright, dumb cat! Hyah!"

He used a whip to hit the cat, making him yelp and jump up in pain. The narrator continued, "And they started on their journey to ruin Christmas from a part of the Woods a-far." He started sliding down the edge of the steep hill they were at, but then stopped in concern. He looked at the two foes, who glared at them madly.

The sled soon went down the hill fast, forcing Francisco to run out the way. As this happened, the narrator said, "They rode down the hilll near their hide-out and started to slide." The sled rode down a curve of the hill, as Francisco tried to run down the hill very fast. Then, the sled zoomed so fast, that it scooped up the cat and landed him near Stan and Heff. "Soon it quickly became a bumpy ride."

Yes, it quickly became a bumpy ride indeed, especially while whizzing through their half of the Hundred Acre Woods. They were going so fast, the three started to feel uncomfortable.

A dizzy and pale Heff, who looked green, said, "Duh, Stan, I'm going to be sick! I think I'm going to barf!"

An alarmed Stan exclaimed, "Well, wherever you do so, don't on my good winter scarf!" Stan is really hoping his partner won't puke on his good winter scarf that he's had every winter!

Heff then saw something with them as he picked it up, thinking it was something to throw up in, saying, "Oh, here's something I could use."

Stan gasped in alarm for some reason, as he quickly exclaimed, "No, wait, Fruitcake! That's not a..."

But the woozle winced and turned away when his partner was heard throwing up into whatever he had. When Heff was done, Stan finished dryly, "barf bag."

The narrator said, "He threw up in Stan's hat."

Stan groaned, "Oh, what a drag." His partner picked his favorite everyday hat to puke in. Once Heff was done, he sniffed a bit and wiped away a tear, as well as wiping his face. He then offered Stan his hat, but the disgusted woozle said, "Keep it." Now that his hat has been puked in, he may never want to wear it again. This grossed Francisco out as well, and he also felt sick from the ride and the puking, but he did his best to hold it in.

A while later, after a rigorous ride through the side with Heffalump Hollow, and going through a secret passage way to the Hundred Acre Wood, the foes and Francisco arrived in the part of the woods where all the good animals like Pooh and friends lived.

"The ride was nauseating, it caused major frustration, but it wasn't long before they finally reached their destination. Though I shan't kid you, the ride was rather edgy, for Heff had moaned."

Heff got out of the sleigh, moaning, and feeling uncomfortable as he got up and complained to his partner, "D'oh, I think that ride gave me a wedgie!"

He tried to walk off the uncomfortable cramp in his rear, though he groaned and moaned in pain as he did. The narrator said, "All of the Hundred Acre Wood filled with silence, no one knew of their presence. Everyone was sound asleep, dreaming sweetly of the next morning presents."

Yes, all houses in the Hundred Acre Woods were dark and no one was awake, they were all asleep in their beds, dreaming sweetly of the treats and presents left in their homes the next morning, unaware of Stan and Heff's plans.