('Twas
the night before Christmas, and all through the Archive, I never found
anything that rhymes with Archive.)
Big
surprise.
(Shut
up, . Anyway...)
(The
stockings were hung by the chimney without much care, in hopes that St.
Nicholas soon would be there.)
(The
wussy ones were all snug in their beds, while dreams of Super Happiness
danced in their brains.)
We're not
wussy!
(Yes
you are.)
(A
falls on )
Ow!
(With
in her gown and in
his cap,
they had settled their butts for an 8-hour nap.)
How
sweet...
(A
falls on )
(When
suddenly, there arose such a clash,
{and } arose to see
what made
that smash.)
(There
on the roof, were eight little Bullet Bills, and one of them was
colored
red.)
Now
that's weird!
(A
falls on )
(And
up there also were two psycho-looking elves, helping old St. Nick by
themselves.)
This is
gonna be great!
I'll say.
Merry
Christmas Marsupial...
(Then
as stood on the
chimney,
down came Mr. Claus with a great, big THUD!)
Let's get
downstairs.
On it.
(In
the living room...)
(He
looked nothing like it. He was wearing a greenish-grey shirt, and big
purple
overalls, he also wore a hat with a skull on it.)
(He
started placing bombs and he lit them up, and laughed maniacaly as he
did
so.)
and :
NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
(They
throw a bucket of water on the bombs.)
(Then
suddenly, he rushed to the chimney, then he stuck a finger inside his
nose.)
(Then
up the chimney he arose.)
(Then
they heard him scream as he rushed out of sight...)
CURSE
YOU, MARSUPIAL AND LINGUINI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The
next day...)
Pikapi!
{Wake up Mario, did you sleep here all night?}
Jiggly!
{You must have been dreaming!}
Why are
there so many Golems in the house?
THE
END
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