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Figgy Frost and Pixie Powder stood nervously outside the small, white cottage. 

“Do you think they’re all asleep?” Pixie asked.

Figgy fidgeted. “Only one way to find out.”

Softly, the two elves flitted through a downstairs window and landed on the counter with a soft thump. Wide-eyed, they gazed around at their new Christmas-season home. 

“It’s so…clean,” said Pixie.

“And…organized,” added Figgy. 

The two elves looked anxiously at each other, the same thought on both their minds. 

“I guess we should…get started?”

“Shouldn’t we wait for Glitter? She’s bringing the list and the supplies.” Pixie peered through the window at the night sky. 

“Oh we don’t need the list anymore. I’ve got it memorized!”

“Ok, let’s figure out where we are going to set the hot chocolate bar up.”

Pixie and Figgy wandered quietly through the dark house. The sound of hooves clattering made the pair turn. Glitter, wind-blown and flustered, cantered toward them dragging a big bag overflowing with hot chocolate bar supplies. 

“Finally!” said Figgy. “Where have you been, Glitter?”

“I just left another last minute meeting with Santa, Nim and Lil. Apparently, we have inherited a B.R.A.T.T. family.”

Pixie and Figgy stared blankly at Glitter.

Glitter sighed. “I forget, you are both fairly new to the program. The B.R.A.T.T. is the “Big Rowdy Association of Tiny Tyrants.”

“The…what now?” Figgy asked.

“Big. Rowdy. Association of. Tiny. Tyrants. It’s a growing group of families who have…rambunctious children.”

When Pixie and Figgy cocked their heads, Glitter continued. “The Malloy family, this family, has had two different teams over the past two years.”

“Two teams?” Figgy gulped.

“In two years?” Pixie gasped. “Why so many?”

The kids are spirited. They are mischief makers themselves and can get rather…carried away.”

“We can get carried away too.” 

Glitter smiled and coughed uncomfortably. How could she tell Pixie and Figgy what she had learned from Santa without scaring them? 

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.   

“Yes, I know. That is why Santa thinks you two will be able to handle this job. Turn things around. Get the Malloys back on track.”

Pixie and Figgy frowned. “What do you mean “back on track”?”

“I guess what I’m saying is…this is their last chance. With Santa, it’s three strikes and, well, you know…”

“Glitter,” said Figgy. “Are you saying that if the Malloys don’t cooperate, no more Mischief Makers for them…ever?”

Glitter nodded grimly. “Exactly.” 

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Determined to make this the best year for the Malloy family, Pixie and Figgy decided to set up the most fantabulous hot chocolate bar ever in the kitchen. 

“I’ll go put the note on the milk in the fridge,” said Pixie. “You finish setting up here.” 

Figgy placed the last chocolate bar on the plate and stood back to admire the display. “I think we are all set. What do you think, Pixie?”

Silence.

“Pixie?”

Figgy flew around the kitchen in search of his partner. 

“STYY AAAY  FRR TH FRG!”

“Pixie!? Where are you?”

“STYY AAAY  FRR TH FRG!!”

Figgy flew to the fridge and pulled it open. Pixie was trapped! The tip of her toe stuck out from under a glass bowl. Frantically she shook her head and waved her hands.

“I’ll help you!”

 “STYY AAAY!!”

“What? I can’t understand a word you are saying!” Figgy pried up the container to help Pixie out. 

“STAY AWAY FROM THE FRIDGE!!!” 

Thwoop! BAM! Figgy found himself in a heap next to Pixie, under a giant glass bowl.

“Maybe if we both push we can–.”

A container of syrup attached to a string flipped to its side and glug, glug, glugged all over the bowl, sealing it to the shelf and revealing a hidden note from their tormentors. 

“Ha! GOTCHA! ~Gertie and Gabe

In the morning, when all is still, I quietly make my way to the greenhouse with a cup of coffee for a few moments of solitude.

The soft light dapples the dewy ground.

The morning birds call up the sun.

The air is crisp.

There is a stillness, a warmth trapped in the greenhouse. The birds and morning sounds are muted. I roam around the tables, coffee cup in hand, gently checking my plants.

Then I sit, sipping my coffee and enjoying the moment.

There are times when I feel we should be doing more. Starting more seeds, filling it to bursting with green. But in the quiet mornings, I know that we are using it for exactly what we need.

There will be time to do more. But for now, I enjoy my quiet mornings. Sitting with my cats and soaking in the sun.

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“Figgy, Pixie, I’d like to introduce you to The Gru–I mean, Mr. Grimly.” Lil blushed with embarrassment at her slip. 

“Yes, Mr. Grimly is head of the DFFF,” Nim quickly covered.

Mr. Grimly scowled and looked at each elf in turn. “I can see we have a lot of work to do. MR. JITTER!!!”

Another gnome popped out from behind Mr. Grimly. “Y-yes, sir?”

“It’s time.”

The two words sounded ominous when uttered by such a stern and forbidding gnome. What he lacked in stature, he made up for in demeanor. He was a force. A short, stout, scary force.

“Do you need us to show you around?” Pixie twisted her hands nervously.

“Do you want us to tell you what we’ve been doing here so far this season?” Figgy asked with a shaky voice.

Mr. Grimly tapped his toe and let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. “No. We will learn all we need to during the audit. Carry on about your business.”

He waddled away, barking orders as Mr. Jitter bounced after him. 

“It will be ok, guys,” Lil said. 

“Yes,” added Nim. “It will be over before you know i—.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

“Oh no!” said Pixie. “That sounded like Joe!”

The four elves raced to the living room, wondering what could possibly have happened.

Joe stared at the floor where two gnome statues lay.

“Th-they were alive! Just a few seconds ago they were moving.” 

Had it been less stressful, the situation would have been funny. Joe, shocked to find moving statues in his living room, when he planned mischief and mayhem with elves every night.

Mr. Grimly came back to life with a small pop and cleared his throat. “Forgive me. I had forgotten about the…situation here.”

“Joe, meet Mr. Grimly. He’s here to…to…” Figgy looked at Nim and Lil for help.

“He’s here to write an article. For the Elf Times,” Nim said quickly.

“Yes,” said Lil. “It’s a magazine at the North Pole. They want to feature a few of the elves from the Mischief Maker program so he’s—”.

“I am here to evaluate Ms. Powder and Mr. Frost and I would thank you to let me get on with it.” 

He scribbled a few notes on his clipboard, murmured darkly to Mr. Jitter and stalked to the Christmas tree. 

“But he’s–he’s a gnome!” Joe spluttered. “I didn’t know gnomes lived at the North Pole too!”

“Oh yes,” said Glitter. “Gnomes, elves, hobgoblins, unicorns…all magical creatures live at the North Pole.”

Joe’s smile grew larger. “Oh wait until I tell Jake!”

“You can’t tell Jake!” Figgy blurted. “You can’t tell him any of this!”

Joe’s face fell. “Of course, you are right. It’s just…he loves gnomes.”

The team glanced down the hall, watching The Grump make his way to the bathroom, all thinking the same thing.

Jake may like garden gnomes, but they’d bet a year’s worth of gumdrops he wouldn’t like this gnome. 

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Nim and Lil barely looked at Figgy and Pixie at check-in, let alone talked to them. The mood at the North Pole was tense and Glitter was even more irritated than usual. 

“Geez,” said Figgy on the flight back. “What in the narwhal horn is going on?”

“I think I know,” said Pixie, finally ready to share her suspicions with Figgy. 

They had both just landed on the windowsill. Figgy turned to her in surprise.

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“I overheard Stardust telling Sparkle that she’d heard from Tinsel who got it from Bowie who–”.

“Ok, ok!” burst in Figgy. “I get it. You overheard a conversation. Now can we get to the good stuff?”

Pixie took a deep breath. “Santa found out that the Birthday Beagle and the Easter Bunny are staging a c-o-u-p.”

Figgy stared blankly at Pixie. “A coop?”

“No, a coup! The ‘p’ is silent.” 

“The pee is silent? Are you talking in some kind of code?” 

Pixie huffed and stomped her foot. “Basically, the Beagle and the Bunny have decided that Santa gets WAY too much funding from the Department of Festive Fun and Frivolity. They don’t like it and so have filed several complaints.”

“So?”

“So…the board of directors has agreed to listen to the complaints at a formal hearing.”

“And?”

“And…it is set for December 23rd.”

Figgy gasped. 

Pixie nodded.

“That’s why they needed all the available elves?”

“Yes,” Pixie said. “They are trying to come up with a plan to deliver the presents in case Santa is…detained.”

“Oh.”

Both elves sat on the window sill, staring out into the night sky wondering what would happen if Santa couldn’t deliver. 

Knock, knock!

Startled, Pixie and Figgy turned around to see Joe’s face, bright and smiling. He held a small Twister mat in his hand. “I’ve got the games all ready and look what I made for you two!”

The elves both forced bright, cheery smiles and headed inside to finish setting up for Game Day. But their little elven hearts just weren’t as cheerful as usual. 

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Nim and Lil couldn’t stop laughing. Their giggles filled the garage and made the kittens run for cover. 

“It was…pretty… gross.” Joe reluctantly joined in the laughter. His stomach still hurt from his bowl of “Elf Gaspetti“.

Pixie and Figgy sat on the step, scowling at the others. Glitter brayed and then quickly coughed to cover her amusement. 

“Can we just move on already?” Figgy asked.

“Yes,” added Pixie. “You’ve been laughing and poking fun for over an hour already.”

“Oh Pixie,” Lil soothed. “We aren’t making fun. We’ve done our fair share of mischief that backfired. Why, I remember the time…”.

“Yes, yes, yes,” burst in Figgy. “We all know how much fun you and Nim had during your reign, but now it’s our turn so if you could please just stop talking about your ti—.”

Figgy trailed off and a hush fell over the garage. Nim and Lil were shocked by his outburst. Had they been too involved this season? Had they really done too much? Had they…overstepped?

“Wow,” Nim finally said. “Sorry if we stepped on any toes.”

“Yes,” Lil said. “We sure didn’t mean to barge in on your fun. I guess we just miss our days in the field.”

Joe cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the mood in the room. “Why don’t we–.”

“We should go,” Nim and Lil said at the same time. And without another word, they turned and flew out of the garage and into the dark, starry night.

Figgy’s face fell. He felt just awful. “I didn’t mean to just…say it like that.”

Pixie looked at her toes. “Well, at least it’s…out there.”

Glitter glared at both of them. “I told you to talk with them before things got too heated.”

Pixie and Figgy both groaned. What should they do now? They didn’t want to fight with Nim and Lil. They were amazing role models and teachers, and they genuinely had fun with them. 

Figgy gulped. “What have we done?”

Pixie shook her head. “We can’t do anything about it tonight. Let’s just set up the treasure hunt. We can deal with this situation later. Joe, do you have all the clues?”

Joe silently handed a stack of papers to Pixie and shuffled off to bed, mumbling a goodnight to them all. 

As they hid the clues, both elves were asking themselves the same question: Would later be too late?

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“Maybe he doesn’t remember,” said Pixie Powder, a petite elf dressed in pink with rosy cheeks and twinkle in her eyes. 

Figgy Frost, dressed in green, bounced on his tiny toes and rubbed the frost off the kitchen window. “Maybe.”

“I don’t see anyone,” said Glitter. “I think the coast is clear.”

The three friends tip-toed through the window and floated down to the kitchen table. They looked around nervously. Did Joe remember the agreement they’d made at the end of the Christmas season last year…

“Wait!” said Lil, turning to the group. “What if Joe promises not to tell anyone?”

Pixie’s head popped up. “Would that work?”

“Lil,” said Nim in a warning tone. “That’s never been done before. It’s against every rule in the book. Literally.”

“I know, I know. But, hear me out. What if we ask Santa to make an exception for a special case?”

“What kind of special case?” asked Figgy.

Lil floated up to Joe and looked him in the eye. “If we can get Santa to agree…will you help us next year, Joe?”

“H-help? Help with what?”

“Our pranks!” said Pixie.

“Our mayhem!” added Figgy.

“Our mischief!” All eyes turned to Glitter, shocked she would promote mischief in any way.

“What?” she said defensively. “Just because I don’t like messes, doesn’t mean mischief is off the table.”

Lil cleared her throat. “Think about how much fun it would be to surprise Jake and your parents each morning.”

Joe looked down at the four hopeful faces. Pixie and Figgy seemed to hold their breath as he thought it over. 

The corner of his mouth hitched up–the start of a smile. “Th-that would be a lot of fun.”

Figgy looked around one more time and sighed. “I guess he forgot afterall.” 

A shuffle of feet, an excited gasp and a happy giggle came from the living room as Joe peeked over the top of the couch. “Hi guys! I’m ready for mischief!”

The trio cheered in an excited whisper and started to tell Joe their plan for the first night, when he brought out a giant box of props. 

“First, I thought we could set up this obstacle course for Jake and I to do. Kind of like you did last year. Then, tomorrow night, we can make a cookie mess in the kitchen. On the 3rd, we can–.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Joe, we already have plans for the first night,” interrupted Pixie with a smile.

“Yes,” added Figgy. “We always leave a start-of-the-season gift before the true mischief begins.”

Glitter grunted in agreement.

Joe’s face fell and some of the sparkle left his eyes. “Oh. Right.”

The team looked at eachother, feeling bad for disappointing him so soon in the season.

“We-ell,” said Pixie. “I suppose we could change it up a little this year.”

“Yes,” agreed Figgy. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do something different.”

Joe smiled and jumped up and down on his toes. 

“I have an idea,” said Glitter.

The two elves and the young boy looked expectantly at Glitter.

“Maybe we could take turns picking the activity.”

Figgy frowned. “What do you mean ‘take turns’?”

“Tonight, we can do Joe’s idea. Set up an obstacle course. Then, tomorrow, we could pick.”

Pixie and Figgy thought it over. It was a good idea, but could it work?

“Okay,” said Pixie. “Let’s try it!”

Joe bounced on his toes again and put his box of supplies on the table. “So, first we set the trampoline up…”.

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And now…to fully get ready for the continuing saga of the Mischief Makers, here is the epilogue from last season. ENJOY!

Epilogue