Yes, it's back.. I promise not to take up so much space.. As I'm one shoting them for now one...
MATURE CONTENT WARNING:
Saten Twist and Master Sword are at a mall, only to get a rude brush-off from the Santa who works there when he leaves for the night. As a result, Sword vows to kill Santa for blowing him off. And knowing Sword, he wasn't joking.
Saten: Man, u may want to calm down there
Sword: f that beslubbering, onion-eyed maggot-pie thinks he can just blow me off like that, he's got another thing coming..(pulls out Pistol) And it's full of led (points it)
Saten: (slaps it away) Geez louise man!
Sword: u know what. I'm killing him. You're driving me. Let's go.
Saten: Dri... Driving u where?
Sword; To the North Pole to see Santa Claus.
Saten: Really? Up to the North Pole? How do u expect me to get there?
Sword: We drive
Saten: I'm not driving u to north pole.
Voice: Bar closing
Saten: ... Okay I'll drve you.
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FAKE NORTH POLE:
Sword: This is it huh?
Saten: Yep. This is it.
Teen: Yo, yo, what's up, y'alls? Y'alls ready to kick it in some fine North Pole gear?!
Sword: ... Saten. Does the North Pole usually having teenagers.
Saten: Yeah, sure.
Sword: Hmm... Let me ask something else.. (pins him on uithangbord pointing the gun) u THINK I'M AN IDIOT!?
Saten: I..
Sword: u can't jerk me around when it comes to Santa Claus, dude! There is a Ferris wheel here, and a guy hosing vomit! Nobody vomits at the North Pole! Except for Santa's wife because she has an eating disorder!
Saten: What?
Sword: Yeah, 'cause he can have anyone he wants, and she knows that!
Saten: Okay Sword, there's something I should probably tell you.
Sword: Fine (lowers gun)
Saten: I hate to tell u this Sword, but there really is no Santa.
Sword: ... (chuckles) That's funny.. I thought u zei Santa wasn't real.. What's next, hmm? . Um, who else isn't real? Hmm? Y...You gonna tell me SpongeBob? Is he not real? Huh? Is SpongeBob not there at the bottom of the ocean giving Squidward the business? Hmm? of what about Curious George? Huh? Does he not really exist? Hmm? Is Curious George not out there makin' little boats out of newspapers that he should be delivering? Huh? Educate yourself, u fool!
Saten: Guess we'll have to do this the hard way then.
Sword: u know, u know why nothing works out for you, Twist!? Because you've got a negative attitude. Like Eeyore.
Saten: Oh, that's not fair Master. I don't think I have a negative attitude. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to embark on a potentially dangerous journey whe...
Sword: I still have a loaded gun.. Now drive me to the real North Pole.
Saten: What do I get out of this?
Sword: Help me and ... I'll take u and Trixie with me to Los Pegasus.
Sword: I'll even pay for the greatest buffets.
Saten: Fine..
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(They drive to Canada but the car breaks down).
Saten: Well that's just great.
Canadian: hallo there fokes.
Sword: Well this is convienent
Canadian: Oh, hallo there. You're having some car troubles, eh?
Saten: Yeah, we're trying to get to the North Pole. I don't suppose you're from Triple A, are you?
Canadian: Who?
Saten: Triple A, u know? A-A-A.
Canadian: Oh, AA, eh? Oh, I just came from AA.
Saten: No, not AA! AAA!
Canadian: Yeah, that's what I said. AA, eh?
Saten:: Oh, so u are with Triple A.
Canadian: Oh, no, that's AAA. I just came from AA, eh?
Sword: Saten I think he's just a drunk.
Saten: Hold on Master, I'm handling this.
Canadian: Well, I can probably take u to a gas station, eh? u have cash, eh?
Saten: Well, I dunno, my name carries a little weight, but I don't see how that matters here.
Sword: Look, we don't have enough cash to fix the car and we're kind of on our way to the North Pole.
Canadian: Oh, a car won't take ya there anyway. But if ya like, u can take my snowmobile.
Saten: ... Really?
Canadian: Oh, sure. That's what Canadian hospitality's all aboot. If ya like, u can have all my money and my leg.
Sword: ... Okay.
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(skip to the two on the snowmoblie, Sword holding the leg)
Saten: Why'd we take his leg?
Sword: We're in their country, Saten, we have to observe their customs. (drops leg on bump)
Sword: ... Well, at least we're done with the first leg of our journey.
Saten: That pun was bad and u should feel bad.
Sword (annoyed): Fuck off
Saten: I would, but then you'd be all alone.
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(They arrive)
Sword: There it is, Santa's factory
Saten: ...
Saten: I don't believe it.
They knock and sure enough Santa appears. However Santa is a sick and elderly looking, dying man.
Saten: Santa!?
Santa: Who are you?
Sword: I'm Master Sword (pulls out the handgun) AND I'M HERE TO KILL YOU!
Santa: ... Oh thank god. *kneels in front of them* Please do it.
Sword: What?
Santa: (puts gun in mouth) Do it!
Sword: You.. Want me two?
Santa: Put me out of my misery!
Sword: Whoa man, there's no sport in that.
Santa: *starts coughing, Saten helps him up*
Saten: I... I don't understand. I thought u were supposed to be jolly and happy.
Santa (shows the factory to be dark gloomy place, and the elfs ll deformed and grey skinned, and the Raindeers all rabid wild animals): I used to be, a long time ago. I made toys for little boys and girls. I loved my work, and they loved me. But it just got out of hand. The world's population kept growing and growing. Kids wanted meer toys, fancier toys! We used to make wooden choo-choos and rag dolls. u ever try to make an iPod?! I've got orders for millions of 'em!
Saten: ... (crosses iPod off his list).
Santa: Look at those poor elves.. they're just a sickly race of mutated genetic disasters. At least 60% of them are born blind. The workload destroys them, but they don't know anything else. It's gotten so their instincts take over, and near the end, they just walk out into the snow and die. Then the reindeer eat them, which has turned the reindeer into wild, feral creatures with a blood-lust for elf flesh. I don't even pray for them anymore. Seems pointless. What God would allow this?
Sword (actually frightened, which for him is saying a lot): This is none of the songs of specials!
Saten: How could u let this happen?!
Santa: Me!? I didn't do this! CHRISTMAS DID THIS!!
(All the elves stand up angrily).
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SONG:
Santa: Each klok, bell would peal with a silvery zeal, as the holiday feeling was filling us. But now instead all we're feeling is dread, because Christmas time is killing us!
Elves (all together): Each Christmas lijst gets us meer and meer pissed, till the thought of existence is chilling us!
Santa: I'll tell u what, shove your lijst up your butt! Because Christmas time is killing us!
Saten (singing): But can't u see, that what u do is a dream come true? Can't u see that, every smile makes it all worthwhile?
Santa: No, screw, you! It's all but through, there's too much to do! All those dreams are nightmares, (zoom in Elf) AND BLANK ICY STARES!
Santa: Each little elf used to fill up a shelf, making playthings and selflessly thrilling us! Now they're on crack, and it feels like lraq, because Christmastime is killing us!
Elves (together): Each model train only heightens the pain of a workload that's draining and drilling us!
Santa: Fingers all bleed, and look that guy just peed, because Christmas time is killing us!
Sword (singing): But can't u see, our point of view? We rely on you. Can't u see that Christmas cheer, gets us through the year?
Santa: My whole crew is black and blue, can't u take a clue? u may think I look great, (zoom in to toon his elderly wrinkered skin) BUT I'M TWENTY-EIGHT!
Santa: Each jingle klok, bell is a requiem knell. And while u think it's swell we are toiling in Hell. Take a look, u can tell as a man I'm a sheeeeeeeeeell! because Christmastime is killing us! KILLING US! Christmas time is killing us!
(Song ends with the elves all hanging themselves).
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Santa: (coughs and passes out)
Saten: (jaw dropped)
Sword: ... Is weird that that was a great song?
Saten: (eyes turn to him, having no reply)
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Skips to Santa in hospital.
Saten: Is he going to be okay?! It's Christmas!
Elf Doctor: Christmas is the problem! He can't keep this pace up anymore. If he goes out tonight, he'll die.
20h agoSword: Which means no meer Christmas!?
Elf Doctor: Afraid so.
Saten: ... We're do it
Sword and Doctor (together): What!?
Saten: u were right Sword, he IS real. And he needs our help.
Sword: Alright. So how do we start?
Saten': Don't worry, Santa. We'll make sure there's a Christmas this year.
Santa: Thank u red pony. That brings me peace in this hour. I'll be with Allah soon.
Saten: What!?
Dr Elf: H-he's just delerious.
Saten: *clearly uncomfortable* Okay then. So we should probably get started
Sword: Anyone else freaked out door that Allah thing?
Saten: Forget that, lets get going.
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(Later as they prepare to leave).
Saten: alright.. (whips) Mush!
*Reindeer don't move*
Sword: It's not working. I think they need to be coaxed. Santa zei they eat elf flesh.
Sword (sees a misshapen elf standing in the snow, staring blankly at nothing): Hey! hallo you! Come over here!
Elf doesn't move.
Saten: I don't think he even knows where he is.
Sword: I guess we should just do it then.
Saten: (sighs, goes over with swissblade)
Saten cuts through the elf's arm, the elf is unfazed and unresponsive.
Saten (takes the arm): So... bye! *runs back to sleigh*
They take off, using the arm as a lure.
Sword: hallo dude, that one reindeer just kind of pooped in the other reindeer's face, and the other reindeer just kind of ate it. Isn't Christmas magical?
Saten: It sure is.
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Sword: Alright. First house of the night
Saten: (tosses gifts carelessly)
Sword: Whoa whoa man! u can't just toss those all about.
Saten: Why not?
Sword: u kidding? Those aren't socks and underwear donated door the brand department to some battered women's shelter. Those are Santa gifts, toon some care asshole.
Saten: Whatever, I delievered them. *grabs cookie and eats it*
Sword: Did u just eat that whole cookie off the mantel?!
Saten: What? They left it out for Santa. We're Santa.
Sword: Yeah, but you're not supposed to eat all of it. u take a bite and a sip of milk..
Saten: Oh u know what. *pours melk on ground* There. Now they'll know Santa was here
Sword: meer like Grinch was here.
Saten: Look I'm here giving out presents, I'll eat the damn cookie if I want. In fact, I might make myself a sandwich.
Sword: Don't u fucking dare!
Saten: *goes into the kitchen*
Man: Who's there!? (turns on light)
Saten: Uhh.. I'm Santa.
Man: Yeah, sure, your Santa. That why u broke in through the window? I'm calling the cops.
Saten: Wait, we are. We just couldn't fit though the chimey, and forgot the presents.. It's actually a funny stor-
Sword: AHH! (assualts him with bat, spraying blood everywherw)
Saten: WHAT THE HELL!?
Sword: HE WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS! NOBODY CALLS THE FUCKING COPS ON SANTA!
Sword: Now help me drag him to the closet!
Girl: Santa!?
Sword: ... Fuck
Wife: Who are you!?.. (sees body) DAN!?
Saten: Look, we can explain.
Wife flees.
Sword panicks and fires the handgun from earlier.
Girl: MOMMY!
Saten: DUDE!
Sword: I panicked okay! Now find some tape!
The little girl is taped up.
Sword: Alright, now to clean the bat and give to (reads) Johnny... Go check for her brother
Saten: (Goes upstairs) There's only one bedroom!
Sword: Then who's... oh dear god we're in the wrong house!
(sirens blaring)
Sword: Damn it, we tripped the alarm. The cops are coming. Let's go!
Saten: What?! We're just leaving like this? What about not wanting to ruin Christmas?!
Sword: It's already ruined! This was one house. We've been here for an uur and a half! An uur and... First of all, we're not even Santa anymore. This has been a home pagina invasion. But an uur and a half Saten!
Saten: No wonder Santa lost his mind, we can't do this in one night!
Sword: NOBODY CAN, IT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!
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ON SLED:
Sword: I can't believe it! We were supposed to save Christmas, and we completely blew it! We failed Santa!
Saten: No. No, we didn't fail Santa. The world failed Santa. The poor man just gives and gives and gives, and everyone just takes him for granted. Hell, I didn't even think he existed until last night.
Sword: I agree. But what are we supposed to do now? Christmas is doomed.
Saten: Maybe, but there is one thing we can do.
Saten: But we can make things right
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PONYVILLE/THE volgende DAY:
Reporter: This just in, reports from all over the world says that no presents have delivered. We can only assume that everyone has been naugh-
Saten (runs infront of camera): Wait! I know what happened to Santa!
Reporter: Wha?
Twi (from her house): Saten?
(Saten wheels out Santa).
Reporter: Santa?!
Saten: That's right! It's Santa Claus! And the reason there was no Christmas this jaar is that this man is sick. Very sick. He's been bludgeoned door years of greed and avarice. The workload of filling our Christmas lists has overwhelmed him. And at the rate he's going, he may not make it another year. But there's a way for us to help him. If all of us everywhere can just cut back our demands and ask for only one Christmas present every year, there may still be hope. I know it's in our nature to resist sacrifice, even in hard times, but if we don't, we may have to give up Christmas altogether.
Reporter: u heard him folks. Will we take just one gift a year, can we live with that?
Various people: One is enough... One's enough... I can live with that.
Canada24: Okay, just one.. But if it's a gym membership, someone's getting punched in the fucking face!
END OF EPISODE:
MATURE CONTENT WARNING:
Saten Twist and Master Sword are at a mall, only to get a rude brush-off from the Santa who works there when he leaves for the night. As a result, Sword vows to kill Santa for blowing him off. And knowing Sword, he wasn't joking.
Saten: Man, u may want to calm down there
Sword: f that beslubbering, onion-eyed maggot-pie thinks he can just blow me off like that, he's got another thing coming..(pulls out Pistol) And it's full of led (points it)
Saten: (slaps it away) Geez louise man!
Sword: u know what. I'm killing him. You're driving me. Let's go.
Saten: Dri... Driving u where?
Sword; To the North Pole to see Santa Claus.
Saten: Really? Up to the North Pole? How do u expect me to get there?
Sword: We drive
Saten: I'm not driving u to north pole.
Voice: Bar closing
Saten: ... Okay I'll drve you.
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FAKE NORTH POLE:
Sword: This is it huh?
Saten: Yep. This is it.
Teen: Yo, yo, what's up, y'alls? Y'alls ready to kick it in some fine North Pole gear?!
Sword: ... Saten. Does the North Pole usually having teenagers.
Saten: Yeah, sure.
Sword: Hmm... Let me ask something else.. (pins him on uithangbord pointing the gun) u THINK I'M AN IDIOT!?
Saten: I..
Sword: u can't jerk me around when it comes to Santa Claus, dude! There is a Ferris wheel here, and a guy hosing vomit! Nobody vomits at the North Pole! Except for Santa's wife because she has an eating disorder!
Saten: What?
Sword: Yeah, 'cause he can have anyone he wants, and she knows that!
Saten: Okay Sword, there's something I should probably tell you.
Sword: Fine (lowers gun)
Saten: I hate to tell u this Sword, but there really is no Santa.
Sword: ... (chuckles) That's funny.. I thought u zei Santa wasn't real.. What's next, hmm? . Um, who else isn't real? Hmm? Y...You gonna tell me SpongeBob? Is he not real? Huh? Is SpongeBob not there at the bottom of the ocean giving Squidward the business? Hmm? of what about Curious George? Huh? Does he not really exist? Hmm? Is Curious George not out there makin' little boats out of newspapers that he should be delivering? Huh? Educate yourself, u fool!
Saten: Guess we'll have to do this the hard way then.
Sword: u know, u know why nothing works out for you, Twist!? Because you've got a negative attitude. Like Eeyore.
Saten: Oh, that's not fair Master. I don't think I have a negative attitude. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to embark on a potentially dangerous journey whe...
Sword: I still have a loaded gun.. Now drive me to the real North Pole.
Saten: What do I get out of this?
Sword: Help me and ... I'll take u and Trixie with me to Los Pegasus.
Sword: I'll even pay for the greatest buffets.
Saten: Fine..
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(They drive to Canada but the car breaks down).
Saten: Well that's just great.
Canadian: hallo there fokes.
Sword: Well this is convienent
Canadian: Oh, hallo there. You're having some car troubles, eh?
Saten: Yeah, we're trying to get to the North Pole. I don't suppose you're from Triple A, are you?
Canadian: Who?
Saten: Triple A, u know? A-A-A.
Canadian: Oh, AA, eh? Oh, I just came from AA.
Saten: No, not AA! AAA!
Canadian: Yeah, that's what I said. AA, eh?
Saten:: Oh, so u are with Triple A.
Canadian: Oh, no, that's AAA. I just came from AA, eh?
Sword: Saten I think he's just a drunk.
Saten: Hold on Master, I'm handling this.
Canadian: Well, I can probably take u to a gas station, eh? u have cash, eh?
Saten: Well, I dunno, my name carries a little weight, but I don't see how that matters here.
Sword: Look, we don't have enough cash to fix the car and we're kind of on our way to the North Pole.
Canadian: Oh, a car won't take ya there anyway. But if ya like, u can take my snowmobile.
Saten: ... Really?
Canadian: Oh, sure. That's what Canadian hospitality's all aboot. If ya like, u can have all my money and my leg.
Sword: ... Okay.
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(skip to the two on the snowmoblie, Sword holding the leg)
Saten: Why'd we take his leg?
Sword: We're in their country, Saten, we have to observe their customs. (drops leg on bump)
Sword: ... Well, at least we're done with the first leg of our journey.
Saten: That pun was bad and u should feel bad.
Sword (annoyed): Fuck off
Saten: I would, but then you'd be all alone.
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(They arrive)
Sword: There it is, Santa's factory
Saten: ...
Saten: I don't believe it.
They knock and sure enough Santa appears. However Santa is a sick and elderly looking, dying man.
Saten: Santa!?
Santa: Who are you?
Sword: I'm Master Sword (pulls out the handgun) AND I'M HERE TO KILL YOU!
Santa: ... Oh thank god. *kneels in front of them* Please do it.
Sword: What?
Santa: (puts gun in mouth) Do it!
Sword: You.. Want me two?
Santa: Put me out of my misery!
Sword: Whoa man, there's no sport in that.
Santa: *starts coughing, Saten helps him up*
Saten: I... I don't understand. I thought u were supposed to be jolly and happy.
Santa (shows the factory to be dark gloomy place, and the elfs ll deformed and grey skinned, and the Raindeers all rabid wild animals): I used to be, a long time ago. I made toys for little boys and girls. I loved my work, and they loved me. But it just got out of hand. The world's population kept growing and growing. Kids wanted meer toys, fancier toys! We used to make wooden choo-choos and rag dolls. u ever try to make an iPod?! I've got orders for millions of 'em!
Saten: ... (crosses iPod off his list).
Santa: Look at those poor elves.. they're just a sickly race of mutated genetic disasters. At least 60% of them are born blind. The workload destroys them, but they don't know anything else. It's gotten so their instincts take over, and near the end, they just walk out into the snow and die. Then the reindeer eat them, which has turned the reindeer into wild, feral creatures with a blood-lust for elf flesh. I don't even pray for them anymore. Seems pointless. What God would allow this?
Sword (actually frightened, which for him is saying a lot): This is none of the songs of specials!
Saten: How could u let this happen?!
Santa: Me!? I didn't do this! CHRISTMAS DID THIS!!
(All the elves stand up angrily).
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SONG:
Santa: Each klok, bell would peal with a silvery zeal, as the holiday feeling was filling us. But now instead all we're feeling is dread, because Christmas time is killing us!
Elves (all together): Each Christmas lijst gets us meer and meer pissed, till the thought of existence is chilling us!
Santa: I'll tell u what, shove your lijst up your butt! Because Christmas time is killing us!
Saten (singing): But can't u see, that what u do is a dream come true? Can't u see that, every smile makes it all worthwhile?
Santa: No, screw, you! It's all but through, there's too much to do! All those dreams are nightmares, (zoom in Elf) AND BLANK ICY STARES!
Santa: Each little elf used to fill up a shelf, making playthings and selflessly thrilling us! Now they're on crack, and it feels like lraq, because Christmastime is killing us!
Elves (together): Each model train only heightens the pain of a workload that's draining and drilling us!
Santa: Fingers all bleed, and look that guy just peed, because Christmas time is killing us!
Sword (singing): But can't u see, our point of view? We rely on you. Can't u see that Christmas cheer, gets us through the year?
Santa: My whole crew is black and blue, can't u take a clue? u may think I look great, (zoom in to toon his elderly wrinkered skin) BUT I'M TWENTY-EIGHT!
Santa: Each jingle klok, bell is a requiem knell. And while u think it's swell we are toiling in Hell. Take a look, u can tell as a man I'm a sheeeeeeeeeell! because Christmastime is killing us! KILLING US! Christmas time is killing us!
(Song ends with the elves all hanging themselves).
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Santa: (coughs and passes out)
Saten: (jaw dropped)
Sword: ... Is weird that that was a great song?
Saten: (eyes turn to him, having no reply)
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Skips to Santa in hospital.
Saten: Is he going to be okay?! It's Christmas!
Elf Doctor: Christmas is the problem! He can't keep this pace up anymore. If he goes out tonight, he'll die.
20h agoSword: Which means no meer Christmas!?
Elf Doctor: Afraid so.
Saten: ... We're do it
Sword and Doctor (together): What!?
Saten: u were right Sword, he IS real. And he needs our help.
Sword: Alright. So how do we start?
Saten': Don't worry, Santa. We'll make sure there's a Christmas this year.
Santa: Thank u red pony. That brings me peace in this hour. I'll be with Allah soon.
Saten: What!?
Dr Elf: H-he's just delerious.
Saten: *clearly uncomfortable* Okay then. So we should probably get started
Sword: Anyone else freaked out door that Allah thing?
Saten: Forget that, lets get going.
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(Later as they prepare to leave).
Saten: alright.. (whips) Mush!
*Reindeer don't move*
Sword: It's not working. I think they need to be coaxed. Santa zei they eat elf flesh.
Sword (sees a misshapen elf standing in the snow, staring blankly at nothing): Hey! hallo you! Come over here!
Elf doesn't move.
Saten: I don't think he even knows where he is.
Sword: I guess we should just do it then.
Saten: (sighs, goes over with swissblade)
Saten cuts through the elf's arm, the elf is unfazed and unresponsive.
Saten (takes the arm): So... bye! *runs back to sleigh*
They take off, using the arm as a lure.
Sword: hallo dude, that one reindeer just kind of pooped in the other reindeer's face, and the other reindeer just kind of ate it. Isn't Christmas magical?
Saten: It sure is.
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Sword: Alright. First house of the night
Saten: (tosses gifts carelessly)
Sword: Whoa whoa man! u can't just toss those all about.
Saten: Why not?
Sword: u kidding? Those aren't socks and underwear donated door the brand department to some battered women's shelter. Those are Santa gifts, toon some care asshole.
Saten: Whatever, I delievered them. *grabs cookie and eats it*
Sword: Did u just eat that whole cookie off the mantel?!
Saten: What? They left it out for Santa. We're Santa.
Sword: Yeah, but you're not supposed to eat all of it. u take a bite and a sip of milk..
Saten: Oh u know what. *pours melk on ground* There. Now they'll know Santa was here
Sword: meer like Grinch was here.
Saten: Look I'm here giving out presents, I'll eat the damn cookie if I want. In fact, I might make myself a sandwich.
Sword: Don't u fucking dare!
Saten: *goes into the kitchen*
Man: Who's there!? (turns on light)
Saten: Uhh.. I'm Santa.
Man: Yeah, sure, your Santa. That why u broke in through the window? I'm calling the cops.
Saten: Wait, we are. We just couldn't fit though the chimey, and forgot the presents.. It's actually a funny stor-
Sword: AHH! (assualts him with bat, spraying blood everywherw)
Saten: WHAT THE HELL!?
Sword: HE WAS GONNA CALL THE COPS! NOBODY CALLS THE FUCKING COPS ON SANTA!
Sword: Now help me drag him to the closet!
Girl: Santa!?
Sword: ... Fuck
Wife: Who are you!?.. (sees body) DAN!?
Saten: Look, we can explain.
Wife flees.
Sword panicks and fires the handgun from earlier.
Girl: MOMMY!
Saten: DUDE!
Sword: I panicked okay! Now find some tape!
The little girl is taped up.
Sword: Alright, now to clean the bat and give to (reads) Johnny... Go check for her brother
Saten: (Goes upstairs) There's only one bedroom!
Sword: Then who's... oh dear god we're in the wrong house!
(sirens blaring)
Sword: Damn it, we tripped the alarm. The cops are coming. Let's go!
Saten: What?! We're just leaving like this? What about not wanting to ruin Christmas?!
Sword: It's already ruined! This was one house. We've been here for an uur and a half! An uur and... First of all, we're not even Santa anymore. This has been a home pagina invasion. But an uur and a half Saten!
Saten: No wonder Santa lost his mind, we can't do this in one night!
Sword: NOBODY CAN, IT'S FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!
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ON SLED:
Sword: I can't believe it! We were supposed to save Christmas, and we completely blew it! We failed Santa!
Saten: No. No, we didn't fail Santa. The world failed Santa. The poor man just gives and gives and gives, and everyone just takes him for granted. Hell, I didn't even think he existed until last night.
Sword: I agree. But what are we supposed to do now? Christmas is doomed.
Saten: Maybe, but there is one thing we can do.
Saten: But we can make things right
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PONYVILLE/THE volgende DAY:
Reporter: This just in, reports from all over the world says that no presents have delivered. We can only assume that everyone has been naugh-
Saten (runs infront of camera): Wait! I know what happened to Santa!
Reporter: Wha?
Twi (from her house): Saten?
(Saten wheels out Santa).
Reporter: Santa?!
Saten: That's right! It's Santa Claus! And the reason there was no Christmas this jaar is that this man is sick. Very sick. He's been bludgeoned door years of greed and avarice. The workload of filling our Christmas lists has overwhelmed him. And at the rate he's going, he may not make it another year. But there's a way for us to help him. If all of us everywhere can just cut back our demands and ask for only one Christmas present every year, there may still be hope. I know it's in our nature to resist sacrifice, even in hard times, but if we don't, we may have to give up Christmas altogether.
Reporter: u heard him folks. Will we take just one gift a year, can we live with that?
Various people: One is enough... One's enough... I can live with that.
Canada24: Okay, just one.. But if it's a gym membership, someone's getting punched in the fucking face!
END OF EPISODE:
Lauren Faust
My Firefly, Inc.
10880 Wilshire Blvd.
Suite 2100
Los Angeles, CA 90024
USA
Tara Strong
Voicestarz, Inc.
10061 Riverside Dr.
Suite 899
Toluca Lake, CA 91602-2560
USA
Cathy Weseluck
"My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic"
Hasbro Studios
2950 N Hollywood Way
Burbank, CA, 91505-1072
USA
Ashleigh Ball
"My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic"
Hasbro Studios
2950 N Hollywood Way
Burbank, CA, 91505-1072
USA
These were the only MLP fan mail addresses I could find.
My Firefly, Inc.
10880 Wilshire Blvd.
Suite 2100
Los Angeles, CA 90024
USA
Tara Strong
Voicestarz, Inc.
10061 Riverside Dr.
Suite 899
Toluca Lake, CA 91602-2560
USA
Cathy Weseluck
"My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic"
Hasbro Studios
2950 N Hollywood Way
Burbank, CA, 91505-1072
USA
Ashleigh Ball
"My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic"
Hasbro Studios
2950 N Hollywood Way
Burbank, CA, 91505-1072
USA
These were the only MLP fan mail addresses I could find.
The Crystal Empire
