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Mischief Makers Day 7: The Seventh Swan

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Figgy paced back and forth in front of Santa’s desk. 

“But Santa! It must be a spy! How else would the kids have known what we had planned?” 

Pixie, still unsure, said, ”But who would do that to us, Figgy? It has to be a coincidence. A really, strange, spooky and specific coincidence.”

Figgy harrumphed. “Really, Pixie? A coincidence? Every. Single. Night?”

Santa raised a hand. “Alright you two. I’m sure there is a perfectly good explanation for all of this.”

“Yeah,” said Pixie. “There’s no way they’ll know what tonight’s plan is. And even if they somehow guess, all we are doing is filling the bathtub with all those fake swans we hid. How big a mess could they possibly make with that idea?”

Nim and Lil nodded. 

Figgy crossed his arms and glared at everyone. “Mark my words, those little rascal’s know our every move!”

* * *

Splish, splash!

“What on earth could that be?” wondered Pixie.

“Oh no,” said Figgy as he zoomed to the bathroom. He was so intent on getting their quickly, that he crashed into the door frame and fell back. Expecting a hard landing, he was surprised to hear a soft “squish”. His surprise swiftly turned to disgust as he realized just what he had landed in.

Pixie stared at him. “Is that–?”

“Don’t,” he said. “Just don’t.”

Biting the inside of her cheeks, Pixie turned away and peered into the bathroom. Her laughter disappeared and her panic kicked in. The bathroom was filled with swans, most of them the fake ones they’d hidden on the first night, but there were three real ones floating serenely in the bathtub. 

“Uh, oh. The swans we were saving for tonight! They found our stash of supplies!!” Pixie’s eyes bulged. “Figgy, I think that was swan poo–.”

“HOW?!” exploded Figgy. “HOW DID THEY GET A LIVE SWAN IN HERE?!!”

At Figgy’s outburst, the swans swiveled their heads, noticing the two elves. It began to trumpet. Loudly. 

“oh-OH! oh-OH! oh-Oh!”

“Look Figgy,” said Pixie.

Figgy interrupted her. “Let me guess. There’s a note.”

Sara the swan needed a swim!

Felix

Mischief Makers Day 6: The 6th Goose

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“This is getting out of hand,” said Nim as he helped Figgy and Pixie pick up the mess of sticks, string, and broken eggshell that littered the table.

Nim had offered to fly back with them to help set up the edible bird’s nest project they had planned for a fun breakfast activity. When they arrived, they found destruction. The kitchen was a disaster. 

The remnants of an actual bird’s nest was strewn across the floor. A soft honking coming from the corner cabinet. Upon investigation, they had found an actual live goose sleeping in a frying pan. A note was attached to the bright bow around it’s neck.

Hope you like goose eggs for breakfast! 

-Mary

It had been…difficult to get the big bird out without making too much noise. 

Again, for the zillionth time, Nim wondered aloud. “But, how on earth have they known your plans?”

“I have a theory,” said Figgy.

“Oh Figgy, not this again!” Pixie said. 

“Well, how else do you explain it, Pixie?”

Nim pulled the candy eggs and donuts out of the bag for the real breakfast project. “What theory?”

Figgy shifted his eyes right, then left and whispered. “A spy at the Pole.”

Nim blinked. 

Pixie sighed. Heavily. 

“Hear me out,” said Figgy. “Every night since the beginning, they have known exactly what we had planned.”

“Okaaay,” said Nim. “But how would they have a spy at the North Pole?”

“That’s the mystery!” exclaimed Figgy. “Someone at the North Pole has been bribed to infiltrate and pass information back to the outside. Some disgruntled toymaker probably.” 

Figgy sat back, confident that he had convinced Nim that his theory was correct. 

Nim put a gentle hand on Figgy’s shoulder. “I think you need to take a few nights off, buddy.”

“WHAT? NO, I don’t need to take any time off!!”

Nim looked at him with sympathy, speaking as if Figgy were a skittish pony. “It’s ok, Figgy. Everyone buckles under stress.”

Pixie giggled. 

“Well what else could it be?!”

The three sat staring at each other. Wondering what was going on and who was responsible. 

An angry bray startled them out of the reverie. Glitter, while prancing through the window, had slipped on an eggshell, slid across the floor, and crashed into a pile of goose droppings. 

“What in the reindeer games happened here?”

“A spy, that’s what happened.” 
Nim closed his eyes and Pixie rolled hers. Both secretly wondering if Figgy was right after all.

Mischief Makers Day 5: The 5th Ring

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“Oh look,” said Pixie. “I didn’t get all of the chocolate off my toes.”

“Well I still have some in my hair,” said Figgy. 

Your hair,” grumbled Glitter. “Try getting it out of fur. After it’s hardened.”

“At least it wasn’t as messy as the chicken feathers,” said Pixie. 

“At least you two didn’t get stuck, wrapped up in yarn for an ENTIRE DAY!”

Pixie and Glitter tried to keep a straight face while nodding sympathetically. 

“Of course, you are right, Figgy.”

“Yes,” added Pixie. “We are so…hee hee…so sorry about–.” Then, she lost the battle and fell to the floor in a fit of giggles. 

Figgy rolled his eyes and pulled the hula hoops in through the garage. When he came back in the kitchen, Pixie’s fit was over and Glitter tried for a dignified expression, though chocolate was still stuck on her antlers. 

“I’ll gather the pillows,” said Pixie. “We need three, right?”

Glitter nodded. “I’ll grab the painter’s tape.”

“The traffic cones are already downstairs.” 

Pixie and Figgy headed for the stairs, Glitter trailing at a canter. 

“How many rings do we have, Figgy?”

“Five, but—.”

WHIRRR!

“What was that?” asked Glitter.

WHIRRRRR!

“It sounds like—.”

“INCOMING!” Pixie streamed the rest of the way down the stairs taking cover under the game shelf. 

Water balloons came crashing down on them, splattering and bursting with colored water. 

“Where are they coming from?! Can you see anything Glitter? Glitter?”

Figgy turned around to see Glitter tangled up in a wire. His eyes followed the wire up, up, up to a dangling net with the last of the color bomb balloons raining down on poor, wet Glitter. 

Pixie peeked out from under the game shelf as the last balloon floated gently down and, with a soft *Pop* revealed a folded up piece of paper. 

Hope you like water balloon fights!

~Tim

Mischief Makers Day 4: The Fourth Call

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“But Santa, it wasn’t us!” Pixie stomped her foot in exasperation. 

“Yeah, we’re the victims here,” added Figgy. “It’s like they are one step ahead of us. Every. Single. Night!”

Nim and Lil looked on sympathetically while Santa scratched his chin.

“Yes, yes, but that is beside the point. The Malloy parents have called the hotline and left four messages. Four! They are upset and need someone to blame. Namely, you two.”

Pixie looked ready to cry while smoke nearly flowed from Figgy’s ears. 

“BUT–”.

“Santa,” Nim interjected calmly. “Maybe we should take it from here.”

With a nod, Santa trundeled back into his office. Nim and Lil turned to Pixie and Figgy.

“Nim, I—”.

“Lil, we—”.

Lil held up a hand. “Ok, ok. We know that you aren’t the ones causing the havoc, but you are the ones getting the blame. So what can we do?”

“I still don’t know how they are doing it,” mused Nim. 

Figgy harrumphed. “Boy if I knew, I’d…I’d…well, I’d do something about it.”

“Lil and I will noodle on the problem, you guys just focus on the next task.”

Pixie perked up a bit. “I’ve been soooo excited for tonight! Sundae bars are so much fun!”

* * *

Sneak, sneak, sneak.

Figgy and Pixie peaked in through the kitchen window, eyes darting right, then left.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

A few steps on the counter and they stopped, crouching low and holding their breath. 

All was quiet except for the sound of the clock ticking. 

“Maybe they only had the first few nights planned,” Figgy said as he signalled Glitter to bring in the sundae supplies.

“Let’s hope so,” said Pixie.

As quietly as they could, they set up the sundae bar. Sprinkles of every kind and syrup of every flavor were arrayed across the table. 

“So far, so good,” said Glitter. 

Figgy sighed, relieved. “I guess they didn’t have anything else planned for us after all.”

Glug.

“What was that?” asked Pixie.

Glug. Glug.

“It’s coming from the living room,” said Figgy.

Glug. Glug. GLUG!

A sweet, chocolaty stream surged toward the ceiling and rained sticky goodness all over two very surprised elves and one shocked and appalled reindeer. 

Frantically, Figgy and Pixie raced into the living room with Glitter galloping at their heels. They skidded to a halt, spraying chocolate all over themselves and the couch. 

“Is that a fountain?” Figgy asked as brown goo dripped down his hat.

Pixie stuck out her tongue to catch a few drops. “Mmmm…milk chocolate!”

Glitter, looking put out, pointed a hoof at a note, written in chocolate. 

Thought you could use this for the sundaes! ~Tom

“Guess they weren’t done with us.”

Mischief Makers Day 3: The Third Hen

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“Ho, Ho, HA!” Santa rubbed his belly as he laughed. Figgy and Pixie had just finished telling the group what had happened the night before and were now waiting, rather impatiently for Santa’s mirth to fade. 

“But how do they know,” said Nim for the umpteenth time. 

Pixie and Figgy were both starting to agree with Nim. 

“I thought the first night was just a coincidence,” said Lil. “But now…”. 

“Well there is no way they’ll know what we are doing tonight. It’s too…too, well, they just can’t possibly know, right?”

Nim exchanged a look with Lil and Santa. “Right, there’s no way…”.

* * *

Pixie, Figgy and Glitter soared through the stars all lost in thought. Coincidences happened, but these past few nights had been too full of crazy coincidence for comfort. 

“There it is,” said Pixie. The three friends spotted the house and nose-dived for the back yard to pick up their prop for the night’s shenanigans. 

“Here, chick, chick, chick.” 

“Figgy,” said Pixie. “That’s not how you talk to a chicken.”

“Oh? And just how should I be communicating?”

“Like this. ‘Tuk, tuk, tuk!’”

“No,” said Glitter. “It’s like this. ‘Bawk, bawk, bawk.’”

“Here chick, chick, chick.”

“Tuk, tuk, tuk!”

“Bawk, bawk, bawk.”

“Oh none of this is working,” said Pixie. 

“Let me go in and see what is going on,” said Figgy.

He tip-toed to the coop and peeked inside. “Hey, no one’s in here.”

Glitter wandered to the house to peek inside the window. “Oh my.”

Pixie and Figgy swiftly flew to her side. 

GASP!

Three full-grown hens were inside on the kitchen table pecking at and pooping on the placemats. 

“What?!” Pixie panicked.

“How?!” Figgy floundered.

“Get them!” Glitter growled. 

Zipping through the window the two elves landed with a crash, startling the hens and sending feathers flying. 

Glitter galloped after a speckled one while Figgy and Pixie raced after two leghorns. 

“Don’t wake the family!” Pixie pounced on one of the leghorns.

“Are you kidding?!” Figgy fought another to the floor.

“GOT ONE!” Glitter grabbed the speckled hen. 

“NABBED ANOTHER!” Pixie pulled a leghorns tail.

“HEEELLLP!!!” Figgy fought the rooster. With effort, he managed to tackle it in a giant puff of feathers and a few squawks. 

Breathlessly, the three rested with their hens, gathering their wits and catching their breath. 

“Now…puff, puff…what?” asked Pixie. 

“Well, I guess we use them all?” said Figgy. 

Glitter looked doubtfully at the rooster, who looked angrily back at her. “I don’t think this one is feeling all that cooperative. I’m taking him back to the coop. 

As Glitter heaved and pushed the rooster back outside, Figgy and Pixie got to work dressing the hens up like elves. 

As they donned the last hat, Glitter came galloping into the room. “You’re going to want to read this.” 

Figgy took the note from Glitter and Pixie read it over his shoulder. 

Have fun with all the feathers! Hope the Christmas Hens cooperate!

~Heidi 

Mischief Makers Day 2: The Second Turtle

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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. 

“Oh my.”

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.”

Mischief Makers Day 25: Breaking News!

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Pixie and Figgy Assigned New House!

North Pole Gazette
December 25, 2020
by Sparkly Sprinkles

In an astonishing turn of events, Pixie Powder and Figgy Frost’s assigned children both discovered the truth about the elves. Joe, who found out last season, tried to stop Jake from running to the living room, but Jake was too quick. Powder and Frost, along with Nim Noel and Lil’ Lil were discovered putting the final touches on the tiny Christmas tree they were leaving as a surprise for the boys. 

“I just can’t believe it,” Frost said. “We were so close to the end.”

Powder agreed, although it was difficult to understand through all the blubbering. 

Nim and Lil were unavailable for questioning as they were in Santa’s office discussing what to do next season. Mr. Grimly, head of the Department of Festive Fun and Frivolity, was also attendance.

Where does this leave Powder and Frost? What will happen to them next season? This reporter can’t wait to find out.

Mischief Makers Day 24: Farewell…For Now

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This year, we were a little scared,
Not sure we would succeed.
A little rocky start but then,
So much fun indeed!

Joe and Jake, we are so glad
We were assigned this house
Remember, keep our secret please
Be quiet as a mouse!

Next year it will be bittersweet,
We sure will miss our fun!
But we’ll visit every chance we get,
And tell you what we’ve done!

So plan some fun, make it good,
we’ll all review your list.
Keep all the magic in your house
and know that you’ll be missed!

Mischief Makers Day 23: The Last Act

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The elves just had one more night before it was time to leave for the season. One more night of fun and mischief. One more night working with Joe until…maybe forever.

“Oh come now, if we are quiet, there is no way Jake will find out,” said Figgy.

“Besides, Joe said he would suggest a slumber party so he could keep an eye on Jake. Warn us if he woke up,” said Nim.

Pixie and Lil were nervous. They were so close to escaping discovery. So close!

“Good news!” said Nim, flying through the door. “The ornaments arrived in the nick of time.”

The colorful strands, twinkling lights and tinkling bells distracted the group and they all but forgot about the possibility of Jake finding out they were real. It was their last night of mischief and they wanted to do something really special. 

“Where are the trees?” asked Glitter. 

“Joe put them on top of the cabinets,” said Figgy. “I’ll go grab them.”

Figgy zipped to the top of the cabinets and scooped up one tree, twirled and reached for the other, but the tree he’d just snatched threw him off balance and fell hard in the sink, knocking dirty dishes everywhere.

BANG!
CLANG!
CRASH!

The Mischief Making team froze and held their breath. All was quiet for 1, 2, 3 seconds and then…

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Jake, wait!”

Stomp, STOMP, STOMP! 

“I knew it!”

Joe came skidding into the living room after Jake and looked in horror at the elves. “Er…this is all a dream, all a dream, Jake.”

“Nice try, Joe, but I’ve been wide away for hours just waiting to catch them!”

Pixie burst into tears. Figgy fell to his knees and Nim and Lil sighed in resignation. 

Nim patted Figgy on the shoulder. “It was only a matter of time, we new that this was coming.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Joe. “So he knows, now we can all play. Set up tricks for Mom and Dad, plan—.” 

Joe stopped when he saw the grave looks on the team’s faces. Suddenly, he knew that his time with the elves was coming to an end. “So what happens now?”

“I’m afraid we will have to…erase your memories of us,” said Lil. 

“WHAT?!” Joe and Jake both stared incredulously at the elves. 

“Erase our memories of Christmas?” Jake gasped.

“No, no,” hurried Nim. “Just your memories of…us.”

Joe’s eyes filled with tears. 

“No.”

Everyone looked at Jake. 

“I’ll just pretend I don’t know. Then you can come back next year and I can help too.”

Pixie and Figgy smiled, looking hopefully at Nim, Lil and Glitter. “Could we do that?”

“Well…,” began Lil.

“I’m afraid not,” said Glitter. “For many reasons, but mostly because it wouldn’t be fair to all the new children who don’t have Mischief Makers yet.”

This was news to Pixie and Figgy. “Aren’t there more recruits?”

“That’s what Santa wanted to talk to us about the other day,” said Nim. “There are fewer and fewer elves signing up for the Mischief Maker program so we need all the elves we can get.” 

“But…,” began Figgy. “What about Joe and Jake?”

The team looked at each other sadly, not knowing what to say. 

“Then you have to go where you are needed,” said Jake with a small smile.

“Yes,” added Joe. “We would feel horrible if other kids didn’t get to experience the fun we did.”

Nim and Lil smiled proudly at Joe and Jake. They had grown so much since their first year. In stature and in character both.  

“There’s just one thing,” said Jake, smiling at Joe. “Please don’t erase our memories. We had the best time with you…even if you did make a lot of messes.”

Each elf’s smile brightened the room and they turned to Glitter. 

Glitter’s heart filled to bursting as the Christmas magic swelled. “I think I can convince Santa…just one more time.”

Mischief Makers Day 22: Toilet Snow

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“Santa said what??” Figgy added another dollop of cream and a few more spoonfuls of sugar to his peppermint hot cocoa as he listened to Nim and Lil.

“Santa is concerned with how many “close calls” you’ve had with Jake. He feels that we should all be prepared for the…inevitable,” said Nim. 

“The inevitable?” asked Pixie. “What does that mean?”

Lil smiled sadly at Pixie, forgetting that she was still learning all the rules and codes from The Book. “Here, let me show you.”

Lil pulled out her battered copy of The Book and flipped through the pages. “Ah, here it is.” 

Chapter 8, Section VI, Footnote 2.1

Once a child stops believing or discovers an elf in the act of mischief making, all elf shenanigans must be erased from said child’s memory. Warm memories of Christmas should be left intact so the magic continues on to the next generation.

“But,” sniffed Pixie. “J-Joe found out and we didn’t have to erase his memory!”

Glitter sighed. “That is because I reminded Santa of…something. Something he’d forgotten and didn’t want anyone to know.”

“You mean you blackmailed the big guy,” snickered Nim. 

Glitter huffed, glaring hard at Nim. “Anyway, that won’t work again. Joe knowing was one thing, but now other Mischief Makers are finding out about the arrangement and want Santa to let them do the same. It’s too much of a risk.”

“So…,” began Figgy.

“So…,” said Lil. “Once Jake finds out, we’ll have to follow The Book.”

* * *  

“Ok team,” said Nim. “We only have a few more nights left until…until we have to say goodbye for-forever.”

Possibly, maybe Jake won’t find out this year,” said Figgy. 

“Right.” Nim nodded his head, knowing that it was a big maybe. “So team, what are we going to–hey, where did Lil and Pixie go?”

Glitter pointed her antlers toward the bathroom. “In there, but I’d be careful if I were you.”

“Why?” asked Figgy.

“They had scissors and they were singing.”

What were they singing?” asked Nim.

Oh the TP in here’s delightful,
But the lack of snow is frightful,
Since we all soon will go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

“Oh my,” said Nim.

“Well that escalated quickly,” said Figgy. 

The bathroom was filled with snowflakes. 

Snowflakes made of toilet paper.