Title Screen :D
Our main character for this story is a colt named Ralphie. He will be narrating this story, taking place in Indiana, 1948.
Ponies: *Walking on sidewalk, looking at the snow*
Colts: *Running down straat passing a yellow house*
Ah, there it is. My old house. And there I am, with that ugly hat, and that dumb smile. No matter, Christmas was on it's way. Good old, lovely Christmas.
Later at night.
Band Ponies: *Playing Christmas muziek with trombones*
Downtown, everypony was getting prepared to celebrate the glorious holiday.
Band Ponies: *Playing Jingle Bells*
Colts & Fillies: *Walking to a toystore*
Adult Ponies: *Driving cars*
Police Pony: *Controlling traffic, and blowing whistle*
Ponies: *By a brand in a oil drum, and singing* Joy, going down the mountain, where Jesus Christ was born!
Band Ponies: *Playing meer christmas music*
Ralphie: *Standing in front of a toystore with his brother Randy, and other ponies*
Higbee's Toystore had a lot of things inside. Brand new wagons, were gleaming with red paint. Model airplanes were hanging from the ceiling. A toy tank was moving door itself, due to a wind up motor. Model trains were going around all the other toys. And then, I saw it. The red ryder karabijn action two hundred shot range model air rifle. For weeks, I have been scheming a plan to get my hooves on one of those blue steeled beauties. I had tried many tricks that I thought were necessary to get that gun.
Ralphie: *Laying in bed with magazine*
Mother: *Downstairs in dining room* RALPHIE! RANDY! Get down here in two minutes, and I mean two minutes!
Randy: *Goes to dresser*
Ralphie: *Pushes Randy out of the way*
Randy: Come on Ralphie, I was here first!
Ralphie: Tough. *Looking for a pair of socks*
Randy: *Lightly punching, and kicking Ralphie*
Ralphie: Puts his socks on, and flips through pages of magazine* Cut it out Randy. *Runs to his parent's room* ah. *Finds page with an advertisement featuring the gun he wants, then puts it in his mother's magazine*
My mother would be grabbing her copy of Look Magazine, only to find a Red Ryder Sales Pitch.
Mother: *Preparing breakfast* What are u reading about this time?
Dad: Oh, just the news.
Mother: Why don't u tell me about it? *Looks up at ceiling* Ralphie, on the double!!
Ralphie: *Comes downstairs with Randy*
Dad: Did u hear about the one where that stallion swallowed a yoyo?
Mother: Where did that happen?
Dad: Some nut did it in Griffith Indiana. Listen to this. What is the name of the Lone Ranger's nephew's human?
Mother: Uh, Victor. His name was Victor.
Dad: How the hell did u know that?
Mother: Everypony knows that. Is this another one of your silly puzzles?
Dad: Yeah, another one of my silly puzzles. This one could be worth fifty thousand bucks.
Mother: What is it this time?
Dad: Name the great characters in Equestrian literature.
Mother: Victor?
Dad: Yeah.
Mother: The Lone Ranger's nephew's human?
Meanwhile, I was struggling for exactly the right BB gun hint. It had to be firm, but subtle.
Ralphie: Flick says he saw some grizzly bears near Pulaski's candy store!
Dad, Mother, and Randy: *Staring at Ralphie*
They looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out of my ears. I could tell I was in imminent danger, of giving it away. Casually, I switched tactics.
Ralphie: hallo dad.
Dad: Hm?
Ralphie: I'll bet u can't guess what I got u for Christmas.
Dad: A new furnace.
Ralphie: *Smiles* That's a good one dad.
Randy: *Laughs*
Mother: Hurry up with breakfast, of you'll be late for school.
Dad: *Checks watch* Holy smokes, I'm late already. *Stands up, and walks away*
Round 1 was over.
Parents: 1
Kids: 0
Then, the inevitable happened.
Mother: Ralphie, what would u like for Christmas?
Horrified, my mind went blank, and I blurted it out.
Ralphie: I want a red ryder karabijn action two hundred shot range model air rifle. *Closes eyes* Oooh.
Mother: No. You'll shoot your eye out.
Oh, it was the classic mother BB gun block, you'll shoot your eye out.
Ralphie: Eh, I was just kidding mom. Even though Flick is getting one. I just decided I wanted some Tinker Toys.
I couldn't believe my ears! Tinker Toys? She wouldn't buy it.
Mother: BB guns are dangerous. I don't want u shooting your eye out.
Ralphie: *Glares at the table*
Mother: *Sees Randy refusing to eat his breakfast* Randy, will u eat? There are starving ponies in China.
Randy: Mhhh.
Ralphie: *Begins to have a fantasy*
Mothers know nothing about creeping marauders burrowing through the snow toward the keuken-, keuken where only u and u alone stand between your tiny, huddled family and insensate evil.
In the fantasy, four crooks were sneaking into the backyard.
Crook 4: * Climbing down a tire swing*
Crook 2: *Climbing down a tree*
Ralphie's Family: *Hiding under a table*
Ralphie: *Kicks door open, and holding his gun*
Mother: Save us Ralphie! I just knew those bad ponies would come for us in the end!
Ralphie: Don't worry. As long as I got Old Blue. *Referring to his gun* Well, what do we have here folks?
Dad: Well, we figure it's Black Bart Ralph.
Ralphie: Well, lucky for u that I got my trusty ol' red ryder carbine. With a compass on the stock. Well, I think I better have a look here folks. *Kneels on keuken-, keuken sink, and looks out window*
Crooks: *Lurking through backyard*
Ralphie: *Pointing gun out window*
Crook 1: Oh no, it's-
Crooks: Old Blue! Oh no!
Crook 1: Seize it boys, the jig is up.
Crook 2: *Climbing up fence*
Ralphie: *Shoots Crook 2 in his butt*
Crook 2: *Falls off fence, and dies*
Crook 4: *Getting on roof of garage*
Ralphie: *Shoots Crook 4*
Crook 4: *Falls on ground, and dies*
Dad: Keep hittin' em! Oh, he's a deadeye, ain't he?
Mother: *Shakes head yes*
Crook 3: *Climbing up a tree*
Ralphie: *Shoots Crook 3*
Crook 3: *Falls on ground, and dies*
Crook 1: Okay Ralph! u win this round, but we'll be back! *Goes over fence, jumps onto a human, and rides it away from Ralph*
Ralphie: Adios Bart! When u come back, you'll be pushing up Daisies.
Dead Crooks: *Have their eyes replaced with X's*
Ralphie: And don't u forget it!
Dad: Well done Ralph!
Mother: u saved us!
Randy: He's a hero!!
The fantasy ended, and so is this part.
The volgende part will be geplaatst later.
Ralphie
Randy
Ralphie's mother
Ralphie's Dad
Ralphie in his fantasy
