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The Wallaby That Stole Christmas.

Story told on 12-24-2002

By Adara, Terry, Shoe, Gina_Doberman, Argon, Tarka, and Rick.

Adara:
 
The Spindizzy Rose Garden was covered in darkness.  The stars were out, and 
crickets sang.  Under the disguise of night, a certain fur was up to no good 
in Spindizzy's favorite gathering place.  One by one, he placed each tree 
ornament into a burlap bag: a pink fuzzy judges mallet, a plushie...Under the 
light of the moon, the burglar was visible.  It was none other than Morticon, 
the evil Wallaby leader of the Spindizzy Society of EvilDoers!  Put the 2002 
Christmas Tree into his sack, Morticon straightened up and 
 
Terry:

was immediately trampled by 8 tiny reindeer!
 
His body was crushed and broken beneath their hooves, but the reindeer didn't 
even pause, or seem to notice. A thick snow began to fall, covering his bag 
of loot and his body in white, fluffy snow, until no sign remained.
 
Shoe:

Until a fox came over and saw the lump in the snow
 
Gina_Doberman:
 
The Fox looked at him. 'Oh, it's you again. What evil might you be up to this 
time?'
 
Argon:
 
The crumpled Wallaby looked up at the Fox, "Did you get the number of that 
truck that hit me?"  The Fox shook his head no.  The Fox asked, What have you 
got in the sack?" The Wallaby got up and sort of shook himself into repair, 
he was a bio-engineered Wallaby, so he had some recuperative powers.  He 
answered, "I'm stealing all this junk off the SpinDizzy Christmas tree.  And 
the presents.  If there's going to be a Christmas here, I'm going to make it 
an SED Christmas."  Morticon looked at the Fox, and the sack full of Chickens 
the Fox had, "Stealing chickens from the henhouse on Christmas Eve?  Where's 
my percentage?" The Fox answered...
 
Tarka:

"Well Morticon... it is like this. You don't get one. Didn't you read the SED 
bylaws sections 17 part 3? It is on page 17. I quote. "Christmas, being the 
time of giving, is well know... all theft on that eve is giving to the 
thief." The fox shook his bag of chickes to make them stop clucking. "So what 
exactly is a SED chirstmas? We give all the kids crowbars and FAQs on how to 
break into things?
 
THe Wallaby thought about this for a moment.

Rick:
 
The wallaby looks at the fox and said well not exacly, we have them steal 
from themselves and give to the over plivaged, for 
 
Adara:
 
The evil fox grinned "That's a great idea.  You truly are a genius, Morticon. 
 I think we could pull it off if we had some help.  Have anyone who could fit 
the bill?" Now it was Morticon's turn to smiles, "Of course!".  The wallaby 
blew a whistle, and a furry, snake-like critter came out of the bushes.  
"Yesss, Morticon?"  called the creature.  "Sir Fox, allow me to introduce you 
to...MOUSER!"  The fox cringed at the sight of the creature.  "Fine, fine, 
that works.  Now, how do we begin this?"  "
 
"Well", said Morticon, "We steal all the decorations from everywhere in 
Spindizzy.  When the residents find out, they'll be so busy trying to recover 
everything that they're FORGET TO HAVE CHRISTMAS!"  So the evil ones went 
off, and took every tree, mistletoe branch, and all the presents (even the 
Chia Pets and the Clappers, although they burned these) and stored them in 
Morticon's lab.  The next day, Spindizzy residents Argon, Austin, Ping, and 
Findra woke up and entered the Garden"
 
Terry:

Mouser and Morticon hid in the bushes to watch their plan work.
 
"So, boss, how is this going to get the children to steal from themselves, 
again? They're just doing what they do every day."
 
"They're starved for christmas, Mouser. When I offer my message of joy, 
they'll be so relieved they'll do whatever it says! Now, sit back and watch 
while I do my thing."
 
Morticon strode proudly out into the garden, smirking and waving at the 
others assembled there.
 
Shoe:
 
He then delivered his message.
 
Gina_Doberman:
 
Just before he began, Gina arrived with a large basket. She held it up. "What 
the $#%&## is this?.... I wake up expecting to get a nice basket of Milk-Bones-
, and I get rocks!"
 
Argon:
 
Argon, Austin, Ping, and Findra first look at the stripped Christmas tree, 
then Gina, then Morticon.  Findra said, "We Wizzes thought Morticon was 
behind this.  So we had a Wiz meeting in our ivory Wiz tower to decide what 
to do.  Argon started whining about not getting an X-Box when he saw us." 
Argon stamped a hoof, "I was not whining.  I paid good money for that X-Box, 
and I know Morticon stole it.  His footprint was outside my window!"  The 
Wizzes rolled their eyes at Argon.  Ping said, "Anyway, Morticon, what have 
you to say for yourself? 
 
Tarka:
 
Morticon saw his chance and leap up onto a soap box and put his paw over his 
heart. "Fellow spindizzyens! I have a dream! I dream of a world where the 
density of ones fur doesn't matter. A world without the suffering of 
wallibies in the cold cause they don't have thick fur... " A large rock came 
whistleing out of the assembled crowd and skimmed by Morticon's ear.... 
missing his head by only an inch.
 
 
"Mayhap you should run morticon?" Came a soft voice out of the crowd. Moments 
later... it was the christmas roo run!
 
Rick:
 
Morticon looks at the crowd in horror as the crowd rushes at him causing to 
jump off is soapbox and heads for the hills dodging rocks, eggs and the 
tomatos that were thrown at him. Looking over his shoulder Morticon asking 
why won't anybody listen to me about my massage about a white SED Christmas?
 
Adara:
 
Argon stopped, and the other furs took his lead.  "It's no use!" cried Terry. 
 "We have to find our decorations and gifts! That's the only way we can win 
over Morticon!" exclaimed Adara.  Argon interrupted, "But how will we do 
that?"  It seemed rather hopeless.  That is, until Tarka cried, "I've got it! 
Everyone, hop into my ottermobile, and we'll search the countryside!
 
Back in his den, Morticon knew he had to hide the christmas items in a 
different place.  Climbing into an airplane hidden in his lab, he flew up 
into the sky until he was over the Rosegarden, where he dumped an item onto a 
cloud.  "They'll never look here, right under their nose!  I mean, over their 
nose!"
 
Terry:
 
"Caw!" said a big black raven, landing on Morticon's airplane. "Caw! I find 
you at least! Open the window so I can come in and eat your tasty eyes!"
"Go away, stupid bird! Can't you see I'm busy?"
 
"Caw! I saw you get run over! Austin said I could only eat the eyes of people 
who got run over by tiny reindeer! All your eyes belong to me! Caw!"
 
Morticon opened the window to swat the bird away, and it flew inside and 
started pecking at his eyes. He lost control of the plane and it crashed, 
right into the cloud with all the presents!
 
Shoe:
The presents fell down into the Rose Garden.
Everyone looked up. Or almost everyone.
 
Argon:
 
By this time, everyone in town had gathered in the Rose Garden to ask the 
Wizzes what had happened to the Christmas decorations and presents.  Everyone 
looked up except Cye Lou Who, who reached into the cloud and caught Morticon's-
 airplane.  She shook it, and out fell Morticon, a Raven with a full tummy, 
and all the presents, including a white cane for Morticon!  All the children 
and the young at heart did the happy dance as the decorations Morticon had 
stolen off the tree fell back on it, all in their proper places!  With that, 
Austin said...
 
Tarka:
 
"Ok... this is all just to very very strange and wierd... who has been 
mucking around with the universal laws of motion?" He looks around at all the 
assembled people and glared at them while presensts fell from the sky and 
bonked people on the head... 
 
No one seemed to have an answer as Morticon fell from the sky nad landed with 
a thud in the middle of the rose garden... his own peasesnt landing next to 
him and spilling out a cloth roll of lockpicks... four or five chickens 
landed next to his partner in crime... the fox. 
 
Finally.... one person looked up... "Austin.... I think whoever is mising 
would know.... so who isn't here.... "
 
Rick:
 
Snapping his furry fingers Gilead said I know Sunni. Sunni is not here I 
wonder where she is, said Gilead.  When all of a sudden one of the presents 
starts move and shake and out pop Sunni, saying see I was aways here I just 
hid from everybody. With that Austin said well, Sunni glad you are here won't 
you join in are Christmas party?
 
Adara:
 
Sunni smiles, "You bet I am glad to be here, at this Christmas hoax!"  
"HOAX!?" cried everyone in unison, including Morticon.  "Yes, a hoax." Sunni 
pulled out a small plastic box and presses the button on it.  The scenery 
around the furs begins to deflate.  "I knew ole Mort here would try to steal 
Christmas, so I made this fake Spindizzy so he couldn;t steal our real 
stuff."  A giant robot cameinto the (real) garden and picked up the deflated 
SD, revealing the real one, chock ful of presents
Merry Christmas Everyfur!

The End

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