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Pixie and Figgy followed Glitter to Santa’s house.

“What is this all about, Glitter?” asked Figgy.

“Yeah, why all the secrecy?” asked Pixie.

“Mrs. Claus will explain everything,” said Glitter.

When they walked into the cozy living room, Mrs. Claus sat in a rocking chair by the fireplace looking over a long, long list. Nim and Lil were already there, enjoying a steaming cup of hot maple syrup with extra sugar and candy cane sprinkles. At the sound of footsteps, Mrs. Claus looked up. “Ah, there you are. Thank you for coming to see me.”

“Of-of course Mrs. C. But…what is going on?” asked Pixie.

Mrs. Claus smiled and gestured to the corner of the room. “I’d like you all to meet Charly.”

A smallish elf with bright green eyes stepped out and nodded in greeting.

“Charly’s assignment was not on your list, but he needs our help. The job has become too big for him and he is having trouble keeping up. Poor Charly is in charge of a rather large assignment. How many children would you say?”

“Oh, 25, sometimes 30 kids,” shrugged Charly.

“Wow, Charly,” said Pixie with wide eyes. That was more than double the Malloys.

“Indeed,” said Mrs. Claus. “I would like the four of you to go with Charly and see what his situation is.”

“Pardon me for asking, Mrs. Claus, but does Santa know about this change in protocol?” asked Nim. “I only ask because he had to approve all the other assignments and if this house wasn’t on the list–”.

At the steely look in Mrs. Claus’ eyes, Nim abruptly stopped talking.

“Mr. Claus will need evidence and proof. He does not have time to travel to this…house…as he is preparing for tomorrow night’s deliveries. So, you four will go get the lay of the land and report back to me. Then, and only then, will we take this to Santa.”

At the looks on their faces, Mrs. Claus softened her tone. “It is better this way. Trust me.”

***

“You have your work cut out for you for sure,” said Lil.

Figgy and Nim were speechless as they stood over at the end of a long hallway in the Children’s Hospital. Sleeping children snoring softly in each room. The beeps and whirrs of medical equipment filling the air.

“And you’ve been working this place all by yourself?” asked Pixie.

Charly yawned. “Yep. For a few years now.”

Charly had dark circles under his eyes and he looked tired. Very, very tired.

“Why didn’t you ask for help sooner? This is a lot of work for one elf!” exclaimed Figgy.

“Oh I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want to complain. These kids need joy in their lives and I try my hardest to give it to them, but I’m so darn tired. So, when I saw the advertisement for the B.R.A.T.T. crew I thought I’d just apply and see what happened.”

Pixie, Lil, Nim, and Figgy felt awful. They often lamented about how much work the Malloy house was, but there were only 12 of them. Looking around, there had to be at least 25 kids Charly was responsible for.

“Right,” said Lil. “You have help now and we are going to figure something out for next year as well. We need more Mischief Makers assigned to this hospital.”

“And,” added Pixie. “This isn’t the only Children’s Hospital in the world. We have to do something.”

“Right,” said Figgy. “We will talk to Santa after Christmas and work out a plan. For now, let’s get to work!”

When each child had a surprise at the end of their beds, the five elves were exhausted but happy with their work.

“Thank you so much Pixie and Figgy, Nim and Lil,” said Charly gratefully.

“Not at all, Charly,” said Pixie. “Next year, we’ll have a whole crew assigned, so you have the help you need.”

As each elf got into position, Figgy couldn’t help but think about all the other children’s hospitals in the world. Were they assigned elves? And if so, were they short staffed and burnt out on the job like Charly?

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“It’s called ‘hide and seek’ for a reason,” grumbled Kringle. “I can’t help it if they don’t at least try to look for me!”

“Kringle,” said Figgy. “You weren’t even on the property. You were hiding in the mailbox across the street.”

“And the other day you were hiding in a coffee shop down the street. Did you really think the boys would find you in either of those places???” Pixie was losing patience. They had been discussing Kringle’s unorthodox hiding plans for the season for over an hour. And getting nowhere.

Kringle puffed up, looking ready to fight, but then, Figgy put the icing on the cake.

“Of course, we could just send a note to the Candy Cane Review Board. You know, let them know that you can’t come to the tasting this year because you have to re-take Mischief Maker classes.”

Slowly deflating, Kringle eyed the two nervously. He couldn’t be kicked off the Candy Cane Review Board. New flavors came out every year the day after Christmas and Kringle had been tasting for years.

“I heard this year’s new flavors are Buttercream Dream and Chocolate Swirl,” said Figgy.

“Fine. I will hide in places that the boys will be able to easily find me. Won’t be any fun, but I’ll do it.”

“Kringle,” said Pixie. “There are plenty of ways to make each night fun. Especially since you have two excited and enthusiastic boys looking for you.”

“Yeah, do you know how disappointed they are that they can’t find you?” said Figgy.

“Really?” said Kringle. “I had no idea.”

“Probably because you are never there!” said Pixie. “Now come on. You have some making up to do.”

Figgy and Pixie let Kringle lead the way in the flight to the Kipps’ home. The fresh night air and starry sky did much to cool Pixie’s annoyance at Kringle. By the time they reached the living room, she was back to her old self and full of ideas.

“Tomorrow, you could hide here.” Pixie pointed to the Christmas tree.

“The next night you can do something mischievous like…oh, I know,” Figgy had found a sewing machine in the corner of the room. “You can make it look like you needed to sew up your clothes, but then got tangled in the thread!”

Kringle, despite his frown, let out a small giggle, quickly disguising it as an unbelievable cough.

“But tonight, you are going to do something really special. A scavenger hunt,” said Pixie.

Kringle’s eyes lit up. Now this was something he could get behind.

Pixie and Figgy pulled supplies out and started placing the clues around the house while Kringle followed them around asking questions. By the time they were done, Kringle was smiling. Genuinely smiling.

“This is going to be a blast!” Kringle exclaimed.

“I’m glad you think so,” said Pixie, handing Kringle a list of suggestions for the last few days of the year. “You’d better make the rest of the season as fun as you can. These boys have been so good and deserve a good elf.”

Kringle nodded firmly and climbed into his hiding place. Once settled, Pixie and Figgy waved goodbye and flew out the window.

“Are you sure that spot was a good idea, Pixie?” asked Figgy.

“Oh I’m certain. Being stuck in a balloon all day is hilarious and, the least he can do to make up for his behavior this season.”

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“Let me get this straight,” said Pixie. “Figgy bet Nim he could eat more chocolate covered coffee beans and lost because he didn’t actually know what chocolate covered coffee beans were?”

“That’s the long and short of it,” said Lil as she tried not to laugh. “Figgy started retching almost immediately, and Nim had to rush him to Nurse Carmello for emergency treatment.”

“Oh no,” said Pixie, aghast. “Not…The Salt Cleanse?”

“Yep. The only thing that will work on a case such as his.”

Pixie shuddered.

Lil shook her head, giggling. “You should have seen Figgy’s face after he put that coffee bean in his mouth!”

Pixie laughed.

Lil took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. “So, what do we have for tonight? I’m excited to be filling in for Figgy.”

“I’m afraid this might be a difficult one. Poor Trixie isn’t feeling well so we have the Talbot house tonight.”

“Poor thing! What happened?”

“Well, Tinker told her a hilarious joke and she laughed so hard she broke her funny bone.”

“Geez. What was the joke?”

Pixie rolled her eyes. “What do snowmen eat for dessert?”

Lil shrugged.

“Ice cream.”

Lil looked momentarily surprised.

“Not very funny, I know,” said Pixie.

Lil shook her head. “What is her child’s name?”

“Loren.” Pixie consulted the file. “She’s 8 years old and…this can’t be right. She’s afraid of…snow.”

Lil, taken aback, let out a sound somewhere between a snort and a gasp. “How can a child be afraid of snow?”

“I don’t know,” Pixie shrugged. “Come on, lets go see what we can find out.”

Pixie and Lil flew out across shining lakes and snowy forests. They arrived at the Talbots and landed on the dark and cold porch.

“It’s so beautiful here,” said Pixie. “Look at all this sparkling snow.”

“It’s almost as pretty as the North Pole,” agreed Lil.

Pixie’s eyes roamed around the landscape, taking in the beauty of the snow covered trees.

“Let’s go inside,” said Lil. “I think I hear something.”

“Darling, can’t you just try to go outside tomorrow and build snowmen with your cousin?”

“No, mama. It’s too cold and all that white snow,” Loren shivered. “I don’t like it.”

“Sweet girl, I wish you weren’t afraid of snow.”

She kissed Loren goodnight and quietly left the room, flipping off the light switch.

Pixie and Lil glanced at each other, unsure of how to proceed. Afraid of snow? They’d never run into that before.

“Figgy would know exactly what to do in this situation,” said Pixie.

“He would?”

“Oh yes, he’d just snap his fingers and say ‘All we need to do is bring her her favorite cookie and everything will work out.”

“I don’t think a cookie will work here, Pixie.”

“No, you are probably right.”

“But…what could work is bringing the snow inside to Loren.”

Pixie looked at Lil in concern. “But Lil, snow needs cold. It will melt if we bring it in.”

“Not the kind of snow I’m thinking of. Come on, I’m sure they have a bunch of them stashed away somewhere here.”

“A bunch of what?” asked Pixie. But Lil had already zipped out of the room and up the stairs.

“Where are you going, Lil??

“To find supplies!” Lil called over her shoulder.

When Pixie finally tracked her down, Lil was trying to lug a large bag of jumbo cotton balls out of the bathroom. “Found them!”

Pixie eyed the cotton balls and, frankly, thought Lil may have had one too many hot cocoas at the debriefing. Lil quickly explained.

“One of us is going to be a snowman, er elf. A snowelf!”

“How are we…”.

“The other one will be a regular elf who built the snowelf.”

“What are you…”.

“And we will show Loren that snowelves are nice and fun!”

“But…”.

“And, by association, snow is nice and fun,” finished Lil, a huge grin on her tiny face.

Pixie looked at Lil, then at the cottonballs

“Oh-Kaay,” said Pixie. “But how are we going to decide which of us is the…snowelf?”

“Rock, Paper, Snowball of course!”

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Figgy, Pixie, Nim and Lil huddled together on the North Pole Tarmac.

“Come on, Nim! You must have discovered something about what is going on with Glitter.”

“I’ve told you, Figgy, Glitter is keeping…whatever it is…under wraps. She won’t budge and just keeps saying that she’ll tell us what’s going on when she has “permission” from Mrs. C.”

Pixie and Lil sighed in frustration. Glitter had become more and more cagey about her activities with Mrs. Claus and they were starting to worry that it may be something that would affect the entire Mischief Maker and B.R.A.T.T. programs.

“Shhh!” Pixie hissed. “Here she comes!”

“Maybe we can get something out of her tonight at Joe and Jake’s,” whispered Lil.

“Oh, hello Glitter!” Figgy said brightly. “Fine evening, isn’t it?”

Glitter looked sideways at Figgy and shook her head. “Look, I’ve told you all a million times. I cannot reveal anything about this special chi—er, project. Please, please stop badgering me about it.”

“Aha!” said Pixie. “So it has something to do with…chili?”

“Or, chicken?” said Nim.

“Ooo, I know!” shouted Figgy. “Chinchillas!”

Everyone, including Glitter, stared at Figgy.

“Chinchillas, Figgy?” asked Lil. “Really?”

“Anyway,” said Glitter before an argument started. “We’d better get going. I can only help set up the birthday surprise for a little while before I have to get back to continue planning for…well, nevermind. Let’s just get going.

With exasperated and frustrated mumblings, the elves and Glitter took off into the night sky and headed for Joe and Jake’s house to set up the annual birthday surprise.

***

“Do you think they’ve outgrown candy and cake and all the sugar for breakfast?” asked Lil as she perused the contents of the cabinet and fridge. “Everything in here seems…really healthy.”

“Nah,” said Nim. “It’s Christmas time. I bet there is cookie dough and ice cream in the freezer and I’m sure the boys have candy hidden in their rooms; some things never change.”

“Woo-hoo!” exclaimed Pixie. “I found the secret stash!”

She hovered above a drawer filled to the brim with candy, cookies, chocolate and all manner of treats they’d expected to find.

“Wow,” said Figgy. “It seems like maybe they have enough sugar. Maybe we should do something different this year.”

Nim gaped at Figgy.

Lil’s gasped.

Pixie goggled.

Glitter, on the other hand, praised him. “I completely agree Figgy. There is far to much sugar in—.”

“GOTCHA!” shouted Figgy. “As if there is ever too much sugar at Christmas!”

“Figgy, you know that the metabolism of an elf is very different from that of a human child. As such…oh nevermind…”. Glitter trailed off as the elves were overtaken by a fit of raucous laughter.

“Oh Glitter,” said Lil. “We hear you. That is exactly why we decided to go the route of a yogurt parfait bar instead of pancakes this year.”

Glitter smiled and nodded. “I think that is a wonderful idea. Fresh fruits, yogurt and granola are a much healthier alternative.”

“Yes,” said Pixie. “We’ll have those things…but we’ll also have all of this!”

With a flourish, Pixie produced a line of sweet, sugary add-ins for the yogurt parfait bar. There were strawberries, blueberries, bananas and granola. But, chocolate chips, crushed graham crackers, mini marshmallows and all kinds of mini candies danced out behind these healthier options.

“I guess that’s a start,” Glitter said in a resigned tone.

“And don’t worry, we’re leaving a few fun minute-to-win-it games too. Exercise, after all, is important,” winked Nim.

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“Hello BRATT Crew!”

A roar of elf voices filled the toy shop. Elves joyfully jostled each other, getting excited for the end of the season.

“Well,” said Figgy. “How is the season going?”

“SO MUCH FUN!”

“WONDERFUL!!”

“MEH.”

“Ok, ok!” said Figgy. “We’ve just over one week to go before the grand finale.”

“WOO HOO!”

“WE LOVE YOU FIGGY!”

“If anyone is having trouble—really having trouble,” said Pixie, eying the two super-Figgy-fans in the front. “Please come and see Nim, Figgy, Lil, or me after the Christmas Corn Syrup toasts.”

With the clunk of glass tumblers full of gooey red and green syrup, most of the BRATT Crew had left for their respective assignments. But, two small…very small…elves remained.

“Mr. Figgy, sir?” said the green clad one.

“Ms. Pixie, ma’am?” asked the one in red.

Figgy and Pixie smiled and nodded encouragement.

“Hi, I’m PB…”.

“…and I’m Pickles.”

“We are at our magic’s end with our kid.”

“Why don’t you two start at the beginning and tell us about the problem,” said Pixie.

“Ok,” they said in unison.

“It all started on our second night there…,” began Pickles.

“We were watching and waiting for little Lolli’s bedtime—,” continued PB.

“When her parents suddenly called out, asking, ‘Lolli! Have you put away the dishes?’” cut in Pickles.

“Then,” picked up PB. “She did the most peculiar thing.”

Figgy, Pixie, and even Pickles, who already knew the story, waited with bated breath.

“She winked.”

“She…winked?” said Figgy.

“Are you sure she didn’t have something in her eye?” asked Pixie.

“Yes,” they said together. “We’re sure.”

“Go on,” said Figgy.

“Then, once again, her mom called up, asking her to do her chores.”

“When she didn’t answer, her mom came stomping up the stairs to find Lolli ‘sound asleep’.”

“But Lolli wasn’t asleep,” said Pickles. “As soon as her mom left the room–.”

“Lolli sat straight up in bed and began silently giggling until it turned into a full on belly laugh and could no longer be contained.”

“It didn’t stop there,” said PB. “She pretended to be sick the next day to get out of walking the dog.”

Pickles continued. “One day, every time her dad asked her to take the garbage out, she just said ‘5 more minutes’ until he gave up and took it out himself.”

“And, when her mom asks her to brush her teeth she always, always says ‘I already brushed them’,” finished PB.

“Maybe she has already brushed them,” said Figgy.

PB and Pickles shook their heads. “Come with us and see.”

The elves zipped to the Peterson’s home. Pixie and Figgy watched in wonderment as PB and Pickles shot through the air like tiny rockets. When they’d finally reached the home, the tiny elves led them to Lolli’s room.

“Good, she’s snoring,” said PB.

“Yes,” said Pickles. “It’s really strong when she’s snoring.”

Pixie and Figgy exchanged puzzled glances.

“Go on,” said PB.

“Smell it,” said Pickles, pointing at Lolli’s face.

Pixie and Figgy crept onto Lolli’s pillow. She let out a mighty snore and a blast so strong and disgusting hit the elves, knocking them to the floor where they wretched and gagged.

“That is awful!” shouted Figgy while he held his nose and raced for the door with Pixie. They could not get away from the stench fast enough.

When PB and Pickles finally found them in the bathroom, squirting Febreze^TM at each other’s faces, Figgy and already formulated a plan. “Right. I saw some Oreo^TM cookies on our way to Lolli’s room. I’m assuming she likes them?”

PB and Pickles nodded.

“Good,” he picked up a tube of toothpaste. “Let’s get them in here.”

“Figgy,” said Pixie. “You’re not going to—“.

“Yep, we are making these plain old Oreos^TM minty fresh.”