From: Shard Fields or Megasomething
Subject: [PW!] School of Egg Nog
Date: Saturday, December 25, 1999 7:31 PM
Silly Putty wandered the streets of Pewter City drunkenly. Yep, another
heardbreak, and another absorption of alcohol. He was in a vicious circle, one
that had taken years to perfect. Now that he had spent so much trouble on it,
he wanted only to get out of it
Or maybe this was just the spiked egg nog thinking. Whether that Aerie chick
was a Ditto or a human, whether or not Seth, one of the friend he sought so
hard, was gonna kill him next time they meant, saving the world, even those two
cute sisters who hung out with that magician guy, and yes, even Dopppler, they
all seemed so inconsequential.
Silly ducked into a corner and changed into something less conspicuous. Not
that a flyng sleigh drawn by a bunch of hoofed mammmals and driven by a fat guy
in a bright red outfit wouldn't be less conspicous than....
No, this time of year, that would just be wrong. But what the hey, life is
short. One has to have fun, despite nog-clouded judgement.
"On Dasher, on Dancer, on... Everybody else! Let's go!" shouted Silly, er,
Santa Claus, cracking his whip. "Up up, and away!"
The sleigh rose into the air. It swooped and played in the free air space.
After all, it's not like there was another sleigh to crash into.
The two airborne sleighs collided, and there arose such a clatter that each
driver turned, lively and quick, to shout at the other. "Hey, I got work to
do! Do you know how long the list is this year?" shouted the man that Silly
had crashed into. "Well, then you should have watched where you're going!"
shouted Silly Putty back.
"Don't you know who I am?" demanded the other driver. "Um, a fat old guy who
still plays with toys?" guessed Silly Putty, confused. "I'm Santa Claus!" came
the response.
Silly Putty, full of arrogance and spiked eggnog, was unimpressed. "So?"
"So," replied Santa, "you're asking for a lump of coal where the snow don't
fall!" "Pardon me," said Silly Putty who tunred quickly inmto his natural
state, plus a propeller hat to keep himself aloft, so as not to annoy Santa
with anything other than words, "but you don't seem very jolly."
Santa simply rode off into the horizon now that the shapeshifter was out of the
way. "More proof," said Silly with a smirk of indifference, "that the holiday
has become way too comercialized."
With that, Silly began to drift. "Look out, Vermillion," he shouted. "Here I
come for some more egg nog!"
TBC...
Shard Fields, wishing you a happy holidays.
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Shard Fields on AGNP
Megasomething on ATT