The children were still celebrating their victory over the devil, getting themselves hopped up on egg nog. Meanwhile, three very naughty boys were only pretending to drink the stuff, while secretly keeping themselves sharp for a shot at Pitch’s arch-nemesis, Santa Claus.
With Pedro and Lupita passed out with festive holiday mirth, the boys made their move.
“Oh-ho-ho-ho!” Santa said. “Well, crap.”
The boys nodded back at him, pitifully. When Santa is such a visible sort, there’s a good chance he’ll find himself in trouble with the bad guys. And Santa was the most visible guy of all.
joepunman (Day One, nice, ate his puns)
kg2005 (Night One, Roasted but not eaten)
MelissaD (Day Two, Pitch, lighting the world)
daneekasghost (Night Two, Santa Claus, too obviously full of cheer)
The Dread Pirate
There are twelve of you left: Pedro, Lupita, six vanillagers, and three naughty boys. Seven is a majority. I’ll be just as gone today, but not as late.
IT IS DAY