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“Don’t spill it, Figgy!”
Figgy grunted. “You try carrying a giant, heavy bag of confetti and see how you do, Pixie!”
Glitter cantered behind them, pulling two small boxes along. “Oh you two. Stop arguing!”
It was the first night after leaving the threatening poem for the Malloy children to find. They were pleased to see that the kids had not left a mess behind for them to clean up.
“Maybe they’re worried about what we are going to do now that we know that they know that we know how they figured out our plan,” said Figgy.
Glitter and Pixie looked at each other then at Figgy in confusion. “What?”
“Well…we know that they know that we know—.”
“We heard you the first time, Figgy,” said Pixie. “But you’re not making any sense. They didn’t do anything because we only had the first 12 days of Christmas planned.”
“Are we sure this is a good idea?” asked Pixie as she filled one of the boxes with confetti. “I mean, the parents are not going to be happy with yet another mess to clean up.”
“It’s fiiine,” said Figgy.
Glitter snorted. “Sure. It’s fine. Famous last words.”
Figgy scowled and threw a fuzzy pom pom at Glitter. She caught it in her antlers and lobbed it back at him. Unfortunately, Figgy ducked and it hit Pixie square in the face.
“Oops, sorry Pixie. That was meant for Figgy.” Glitter made a sound somewhere between a bray and a laugh.
Pixie narrowed her eyes, picked up the offending ball and lobbed it back at Glitter.
After that, chaos ensued. Confetti and pom poms flew fast and furiously down the hall. The confetti fight continued throughout the house until, breathless, the trio collapsed on the couch, laughing.
“Thanks team,” said Figgy through huffs and puffs. “I needed that.”
Pixie looked at the clock and popped up. “We’d better get the confetti traps set up! We’ve got a lot to do if we want one on each bedroom door.”
They worked frantically over the next hour filling boxes and rigging them to pour out when the kids opened their doors in the morning. They had planned to sweep up some of the mess, but by the time they were done with the boxes, the sun was coming up and the just had time to get into place before the first door opened.
“I hope Carol and Burt aren’t too upset,” said Glitter.
Pixie looked around at the mess and gulped. “Me too.”