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“Well,” asked Figgy. “Were there any complaints?”
“Nope, not a peep,” said Lil in a bright and overly cheerful tone. “Santa wanted to discuss…something else with us. No new complaints from Burt and Carol.”
Nim and Lil had just left a private meeting in Santa’s Toy Shop. Figgy and Pixie had worried that their camping stunt from the night before had angered the Malloys, but all seemed well. Almost.
“Lil,” said Pixie. “Did something else happen with the Malloys?”
“No!” Lil and Nim said at once, then looked guiltily away.
Figgy and Pixie frowned.
“He-he,” laughed Nim nervously. “I think everyone’s just a little frayed around the edges. This season has been a doozy!”
“But we’ve gotten the Malloy kids straightened around. Back on the Nice List even,” said Pixie.
“Oh yes, you both have done such a great job with the Malloys,” said Lil. “But there are other families who are…not so lucky.”
“Is that what the meeting was all about?” asked Figgy. “These other families?”
“Oh don’t you two worry about that meeting,” said Nim as he rushed them on their way.
“You just get on back to the Malloys and finish out this season with pizzazz!”
With that, Nim and Lil shut the door in their faces. A few moments later, the light in the Santa’s Toy Shop went out.
“Well that was weird,” said Pixie.
* * *
Dear Pixie and Figgy,
Thank you for making us such an awesome indoor campsite! To show our appreciation, we built this little car for you. Stay under the speed limit!
Gabe, Gertie, Molly, Heidi, Tom, Tim, Mary, Felix, Terry Jr., Willy, Julie and Alex
Figgy and Pixie looked in awe at the small vehicle big enough for two elves. “I guess they weren’t upset about the mess of pillows and blankets,” said Figgy.
But Pixie wasn’t so sure. “I don’t know, Figgy. Something seems a little fishy.”
“But Pixie…the car! It’s so sleek….so shiny!”
Figgy slowly approached the car and gently opened the driver’s side door.
“Figgy, are you sure this is a good idea?”
“It’s fine, Pixie! You read the note, they are just rewarding us.”
Pixie shook her head. In their short time with the Malloy children, Pixie had learned to be cautious when things appeared too good to be true.
“Come on,” Figgy coaxed. “You can drive.”
With a shrug and a sigh, Pixie hopped in and buckled up. Figgy got in the passenger side and struggled with his seat belt until Pixie huffed in exasperation and yanked the belt free, buckling him in.
“Ok, ready!” he cried.
Pixie was just looking for the gear shift when she noticed the thread. “What’s tha..?”
But before she could finish her question, the car had taken off and they were careering through the living room, down the hallway, up the stairs, all around the house at breakneck speeds.
THWOMP! The car hit a soft hill and came to an abrupt stop.
Finally, the ride was over.
“Plllll…what is this?”
“Sand,” said Pixie as she slowly got out of the car.
“Sand?? How did sa–oh.” Figgy looked around at the scene. The Malloy children had created a small beach scene complete with sun, sand and shade.