Silly Santa's Adventurous Mystery Continues

Good afternoon, folks! We're up and running again. Now I can finish my story. Well...maybe it'll take a few more posts.

 

Anyway, I do believe I left off at that Hair Ball being put into confinement.

"When I get out of here, I'm coming for your squeakers!" Hair Ball said. "Mahawawawa!"

Lo and behold, we had some unexpected help.

Edwin Elf! 

And the fierce Snidley Snowman.

They let us know that they understood the in and outs of that beast. 

"Now listen," Edwin said. "He's not as smart as you all think he is."

"He'll be a piece of cake to take on," Snidely Snowman said.

"I'm sorry," Penelope Polar Bear said. "I just don't believe that. Once he's let loose he's coming for our squeakers. He said so himself."

 

"Where would we all be without Positive Penny, here." Penquin Phil gave her a scowl.

The elf tapped his chin. "I have a plan."

Not long after he said that, the Mummsy-lady came into the room and opened up the cage the hairy monster was in.

We all scattered. Edwin and Snidely ran toward a mountainous wall. 

"This way!" Snidely shouted, guiding us a with his hand.

"Hurry!" Edwin yelled, leaping up the wall.  

"Mahawawa!" Hair Ball charged at all of us. "When I'm done with them," he hollered to Edwin Elf, "I'm coming for your spindly legs. I love spaghetti!"

I ran straight toward Edwin and Snidely along with my friends.

"Use my legs," the elf said. "To pull yourselves up."

I pulled myself up with the Elf's legs as did my friends.

"I'm going to get you! You, traitor!" Hair Ball bared his teeth.

"Aaaaaaa!" Penelope screamed.

"Shut up or I'll slap you silly!" Penguin Phil reached for Edwin. "You seriously need some Zanax!"

A big roar came out of Snidley.

The beast backed off. But he paced back and forth. "I'm going to do to all of you what I did to Randy Reindeer. I know what I'm having for Christmas. And it will be a merry one. Mahawawawa!"

So it looks like my friends, the rescuers, and I will have to camp out here for Christmas. So I hope we survive and that you all have a Merry Christmas.

Silly Santa signing out for now!

To be continued...

Silly Santa and Freedom of Speech

Hello, folks! Silly Sant here. I've been unable to get our story out about Randy Riendeer. There have been some issues with Blogger. 

However, I'm of the opinion that this mongrel is the one behind the suppressing of my right to get the truth out there.

This fury fluff-ball isn't innocent. I believe he has conspired against myself and my Pets Mart friends.

But I will not be faint of heart. Some how, some way, I will prevail and exercise my right to Freedom of Speech!

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Silly Santa Reports and Lucky-Clucky

It's Monday, folks. And I, Silly Santa along with my compadres: Lucky-Clucky, Penguin Phil, and Penelope Polar Bear had set out to search for Randy Riendeer and his whereabouts. But sometimes the best laid plans can go amuck.

So far, we have found absolutely nothing. However, we believe we found the suspect, Hair Ball's  food bowl.

So we searched out into the great unknown for more clues. This is when things began to heat up.

We encountered the suspect. He sniffed and then stared at our compadre, Lucky-Clucky. It made me a nervous-nilly.

"Lucky-Clucky," I said. "Whatever you do. Don't move."

My poor little friend shook, nodding his head. I know he was counting on me.

Everyone else froze.

Before our friend could even let out a cheep that beast knocked him over.

"Put 'em up! Put 'Em up!" Phil did a shadow box dance around the criminal, swinging his fists at him.

"Oh dear! Oh dear!" Penelope Polar Bear shouted.

Without notice, that Hair Ball grabbed up Lucky-Clucky.

His screams pierced my eardrums.

"Don't worry!" I hollered. "We'll save you!"

We climbed a nearby ledge, thinking we'd sneak attack him.

But the monster had Lucky-Clucky between his teeth. We couldn't tell if he was dead or alive. He had suddenly fell silent.

 

"He's dead. I just know it!" Penelope had a hard time being positive.

 

Phil crossed his arms. "Shut your pie hole up! Will you?" To me, he said, "Why in the world did you ever think bringing her would help?"

 

"We don't have time for this," I said. "Lucky-Clucky needs us!"

 

We were at a loss as to what to do. But we scurried down the ledge and followed Hair Ball into a strange room.   

We did our best to blend in with a bowl of fruit and come up with a plan.

"But I think he's dead," Penelope cried. Her fur cheeks were soaked. "Can't we just go home before we're next? I already know what happened to Randy Reindeer." The poor dear wailed herself into hysterics.

"I told you, we should've left her at Pets Mart." Phil gave me a scowl.

"But she's a fierce polar bear," I said. "She's our best chance."

"Ha! Look at her. She's a blubbering mess," Phil said. He was right. There was only one thing to do.

Hiding in the fruit bowl gave me some time to figure out what we were going to do. We decided since I was Silly Santa that I would be the one to confront the beast.

 

"Hey!" I stood tall and fearless before the wild beast.

To be continued on Wednesday...

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: ISWG: A Silly Santa Mystery

Ho-Ho! They call me Silly Santa and I'm on a mission to find Randy Reindeer. He was last seen with a woman named, Mummsy. She brought him to her house in a Pet's Mart shopping bag sometime last year around this very same time.

Me and my friends,

Penelope Polar Bear

Lucky-clucky

 and Penguin Phil are here to help me in my search.

It's been rumored that someone named Hair Ball may have ravaged poor Randy Reindeer. Below is  the suspect's mugshot.

Don't let this creature fool you with those sappy-innocent-looking eyes. He's armed and dangerous with some sharp artillery. The best known to man, the fur, and feathered kind.

This was the last we heard of  Randy Reindeer. 

Has anyone seen him? 

We'll be back Monday with a full report on what we found.

This post was brought to you by Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group, where writers cry and laugh together, whine and encourage each other.

I hope I got the last part right since I deliver toys for a living.

Cookies and milk to everyone!

Silly Santa

Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Thursday's Adventure with Edwin Elf

Edwin: Let's take the car out today. Whad'ya say?

SPAL: I say we all hang out on the couch and watch The Price is Right.

HB: Car ride? I'll go.

Edwin: Come on then!

HB: Okay!

SPAL: I wouldn't if I were you. What if you crash the car?

Edwin and HB: Chicken-pansy! (They head for the garage.)

Edwin: You're going to have to help me open this big door.

HB: Okay. (He helps Edwin and the both hop into the seats.)

HB: Mummsy always uses something called a key to stick in that hole over there. The car doesn't start without it.

Edwin: Elves don't need keys, silly.

HB: They don't?

Edwin: All I need is magic. (The car starts)

HB: I want some magic. If I had that I could have a lot of treats and toys.

HB: This is so much fun. I hope Mummsy let's me keep you forever and ever.

Edwin: Sorry. But I can only stay until Sunday night. Besides, I'm not even supposed to be here. (He backs the car out of the  garage.)

HB: You're not? How come?

Edwin: You know that giant beast across the street they call Tank?

HB: Yeah. He's soooo stupid and barks at everyone. What about him?

Edwin: I was supposed to be there this week reporting about him to Santa. 

HB: You were? 

Edwin: Yeah. But he is only coal worthy....has been for years. I'm sure nothing has changed. And the last time I was there he tried to eat me.

HB: Are you going to tell Santa about me?

Edwin: No, silly. 

HB: Why not?

Edwin: He'd fire me. Besides, you're Hanukkah Harry's territory. (He looks into the rear view mirror and sees blue and red lights) Not to mention, we're in trouble with the fuzz.