"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[Erine81981]

What? This can't be! I only used it to make some presents. Not decorate the house. That was done with labor. Well Mr. Moppet. Seems that i've gotten us into another mixed up mess.

Biggy: Can we go? *jumping up and down* Can we? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

I don't know! I really don't know what this is all about.

Yakky: *coughs* See what happened.

Oh shut your yap!

 

[The Count]

*Ghosts of Christmas Yet to Come surround Bo and Kyle... Fright, it's off to the ice cellar with the lot of you. You've broken magical laws. What a way to spend your Christmas, locked up behind bars. Take those two robots in as witnesses. The yak and Bigfoot too. Mmm, we get to have a bit of black Christmas after all.
*Ghosts escort all off to Glendale School for the Arts Council of Conjurers, which serves as prism prisons for Bo and Kyle for the moment until their trial comes in two days.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: *in prison* And that, children, is another way you can spend your Christmas...eating reconstituted turkey sandwiches without the cursts removed...Typical.

 

[Erine81981]

Thanks alot Mr. Moppet. Now i don't get to see my girlfriend or any of my relatives.

Robo Vic: Well-at-least-we-can-re-hearse-our-chris-mas-play.

Oh for stuipdness sake! *kicks Robo Vic* Ow!

Robo Vic: You-do-know-i-am-made-of-met-al.

Yes...ow....i...ow...know. *sits back down* Now what?

Yakky: *coughing* I hate jail. To much...*hacking*...*coughing*...germs. I'm gonna die on christmas!

 

[The Count]

*Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come: All right. The offending wand has been crushed. You're free to go, someone paid with their essence for your mistakes. If I were you I'd thank those Coles next chance you get. Then of course, Christy's already dead to the world... So not much chance you'll get to see her. And her brother's not too far off himself either.
*Teleports Moppets back to their home, erasing any knowledge of how to get to the school, though the rest of their memories are intact.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: ...*sniff* Yakky...he's like Tiny Tim...I see an empty fur-coat hanging by the fireplace...*sniff*...um? *looks up* Home! You know what...Kyle...listen, this year, presents just won't matter to us, we can do without, Christmas is just a time to be spent with one another...So...what did you get me while I was away?

 

[Erine81981]

Awww your so....what? You said we don't need presents. What do you think i got you? Sheesh! *throws hands in the air*

Yakky: *coughing* Here Biggy. I got this for you but i had to sell some of my fur.

Biggy: You shouldn't have.

Yakky: Oh well. What are friends for?

Biggy: Is that a trick question?

Yakky: Open it!

Biggy: Sorry. *tears into the present* Oh my gosh! It's what i've always wanted.

What is it?

Biggy: It's.....well.....uhhh.....ummmmm...hmmmmm....i don't have a clue.

Yakky: It's a.......

You don't know what it is either?

Yakky: Yep.

 

[Beauregard]

Father: Well...that passed without too much difficulty...*cough*...Now that Christmas is a thing of the past, time to move on! Anyone have plans for Easter?

 

[Erine81981]

What? Easter? Don't forget we still have New Years to celeabrate.

Yakky: Ooooo New Years.

Biggy: What?

Yakky: Time to start thinking of what to do for the new year.

Biggy: Like what?

Yakky: Like barging into peoples houses and eatting and drinking their groceries.

Biggy: But you do that here.

Yakky: Yea but what about others houses. Like the new neighbors next door. Or Kyle's old house.

Biggy: Are you sure you would want anything from Kyle's house? It's probably no good.

Yakky: Yea your probably right. Oh well. We'll have others we can raid. Come on. Time to make a New Year's revolution.

Biggy: Resolution.

Yakky: Whatever. *walks back upstairs*

 

[The Count]

*Creeper vines snake and snare around the greenhouse, leaving gold-foil wrapped chocolate coins under the pillow of every leprechaun save one. The reason why Goldie doesn't get a chocolate coin is because there is a better present left under her bed. She has received an emerald robe studded with small clovers at the hilt of the cuffs, material made of warmest Irish sheep's wool.

Meanwhile, Nel's bungalow has been burgled into as well, depositing presents a plenty around the bottom of her nightstand. Perfume to smell of her favorite lily flowers, silvery shamrock necklace, shoes fit for dancing the night away made by either the Shoemaker's elves or some secretive clurichauns only Something knows of from the balmy bogs of County Cork, and a fine selection of dresses for the New Year's ball. Finally, a box of Irish cream truffles are set upon her nightstand while Something sleeps comfortably inside his churning container.
Something, thinking: "Ah green is ze color of ze season indeed.