Thursday, March 3, 2016

Adventure #5: The Presents

Mike squealed with delight. “Tomorrow’s Christmas!” Mike had everything ready. His snowman stocking was hung up, the Christmas tree was lit up with bright lights, Christmas songs were playing on his radio, and he had some homemade Christmas cookies on the red and white checkered table. With all this Christmas spirit in his house, he couldn’t wait to see what he would get for Christmas. A new teddy bear? A recliner? A magical lamp with a genie inside? Anything seemed possible at that moment. “I hope I was nice this year, and not naughty. I know someone who definitely was naughty this year, though. That robber dude! He is like soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo naughty!” He exclaimed to his friend Bob the magician over some homemade Christmas cookies. “I hope we get something amazing!” replied Bob. “Maybe a teddy bear, a recliner, and a magical lamp with a genie inside!” “I like how you think.” Said Mike. “getting all three instead of just one.” They sat there. Soon, they both went to sleep, waiting for the presents they longed to have to magically appear under their Christmas tree.

4 hours later, the robber was hurrying through the streets of town, heading to the town hall to get the presents he had to deliver. He had been selected by the city to be their “Santa”. The worst part? He would have to give that Mike, and the magician their presents. Their presents were the same. They were exactly what the robber had wanted. A teddy bear, a recliner, and a magical lamp with a genie inside. He had only gotten a hose. Then, a thought struck him. He would take a teddy bear, a recliner, and a magical lamp with a genie inside for himself! Actually, all of their presents! He would replace them with other things. Maybe a bomb and a bear trap! Yes! He would do that! He would give them the worst present possible! He went and stole the two traps from the happy-day store. Then, he went to get the first present. It was a stuffed turkey, a couch, and a magical wand. Just when he got the couch, he stumbled and fell into the present sorter. He got flattened, “EEEEOWW!” Put into an envelope, “SSSSSSSS”. Thrown into the air, “WHOEEEOEEEEE!” And then wrapped with wrapping paper and a ribbon. He popped out of the machine. Enraged, he threw away the wrappers in disgust. “AAAAAARGH! Why does everything bad have to happen to me?!” The robber shouted.

The robber was having a jolly time giving out presents, but he didn’t think it was the ideal job for him. He might get spotted, and the gifts were usually heavy. He also had to wear a hot Santa suit that made him look fat and weird. It made him sweat. The worst part was going down the chimney. He often got stuck, and it was usually very dirty and dusty. He wished he didn’t have to give out the presents. A part of him was still glad, though, because then he could take Mike’s presents. Mike’s presents were coming up soon, he knew it. And he was right. He took Mike’s presents, and brought them to his house. Then, he ran back to the town hall, lit the bomb, set up the bear trap, and threw them in the present sorter. The “presents” were ready. “HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!” The robber laughed. He grabbed the presents, one in each hand. Unfortunately, the bomb exploded that moment. The wrapping paper was blasted off, and the bear trap clamped down onto his hand. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOW!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Startled by the scream, Mike hopped out of his bed, belly-slided down the stairs in his PJs, and landed in his exmocalifrozokickabouncichiminisintackmuckelaslidinginacribolosser, and he slid down its slide, landing on a spring, and bounced up and hit his head, getting kicked by a shoe, getting sprinkled on with snowflakes and mud, popping out his chimney, losing his teddy bear, landing in a baby crib. He jumped out and hurried outside. There, he saw the robber. But Mike didn’t see a robber. Mike saw Santa! He hurried the robber to the hospital and got him all cleaned up.

After the robber recovered, he was at home devising another evil plot. He didn’t know if he would ever beat Mike. He might not know that, but he kept his Santa costume. Why? Because Mike did not recognize him in the costume. It had saved him. But in his dreams, he still heard “BOOM!”

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