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Laughter bubbled up through the chimney of Santa’s Workshop as Figgy and Pixie shared the adventure from the night before.
“Geez, it’s not that funny,” grumbled Figgy.
Pixie couldn’t help but smile. “Actually, it is pretty funny.”
“Not to mention clever,” added Lil.
“There’s one thing I don’t understand,” said Nim. “How did they know you would be going to the fridge?”
Pixie and Figgy had been wondering the same thing.
“Lucky guess?” said Lil. “A hot chocolate bar is a pretty popular first night surprise. Maybe they heard about it from a friend.”
Figgy and Pixie shrugged.
Nim wasn’t so sure. Something was fishy about the whole situation.
“What’s the plan for tonight?” asked Lil.
Figgy smiled mysteriously. “Let’s just say the family is about to meet a new ‘pet’.”
* * *
“Come on, Dove! You are such a slow-poke.” Pixie pulled and tugged on a small turtle. A small, live turtle while Glitter and Figgy held the window open.
“Finally!” she said as Dove the Turtle rolled onto the floor. “Sheesh, that was harder than I thought it would be!”
“Did you bring the supplies, Glitter?” asked Figgy.
“Right here. I also noticed a craft cart in Molly’s room when I was doing recon. I forgot glitter, but I bet there is some in there.”
Pixie giggled. “You forgot the glitter…Glitter?”
She sniffed and snorted.
Figgy snickered. “Ok, well I’ll go get the glitter that Glitter forgot.” He zoomed down the hallway in search of Molly’s room.
“Ok,” said Pixie. “First we paint the shell bright pink.”
“Are you sure about this?” asked Glitter. “I’m not sure Dove the Turtle is going to be very cooperative.”
“Oh she’s game, aren’t you Dove-y?”
For the next half hour, Pixie and Glittered polished and painted. Snipped and sewed. Buffed and beautified. By the time they were finished, Dove the Turtle was unrecognizable and, if her face said anything, very happy with her new look.
“See, I told you she would like it. Now, what on earth is taking Figgy so long? We’re ready for the glitter.”
Slowly, carefully and silently, Glitter and Pixie snuck down the hall in search of Figgy. The door to Molly’s room was slightly ajar.
“Figgy,” Pixie whispered. “Are you in here?”
Glitter cantered quietly toward the craft cart and stopped short. “Psst, come over here Pixie.”
Pixie approached and peered over Glitter’s antlers.
Wrapped in yarn with only his nose and eyes visible, Figgy hung upside down looking partly annoyed and partly impressed at his predicament. A note had fluttered to the floor.
Ha! Gotcha! ~Molly
Pixie tried hard not to laugh. They couldn’t risk waking Molly up.
As she and Glitter left quietly they cast a look of sympathy at Figgy.
“Sorry Figgy!” Pixie mouthed. “Hang in there.”