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“Ouch! Get off my toe, Figgy!”
“I wouldn’t be on your toe if I could get through the window!”
Figgy and Pixie stood on the ledge outside the kitchen window, struggling to get inside. They’d flown back early to make amends for missing a night of mischief only to find their usual entry locked.
“I guess we’ll have to use the cat door in the garage,” said Pixie.
Figgy froze. He was not a big fan of cats. Not only was he allergic, he had also had a terrible experience last season with Joe and Jake’s cats.
Pixie noticed Figgy’s terrified expression. “It’ll be fine, Figgy. We haven’t seen any signs they still have a cat. I’m sure the door is old.”
Reluctantly, Figgy followed Pixie to the side door where a small flap allowed for cats, or elves, to come and go as they pleased.
It started as soon as they were inside the garage.
AACHOOO!
“Hm. I guess I was wrong. They still have a cat.”
“MEOW! PRRRRR!”
“Er, three…four, five. Wow, there must be at least–.”
AAAAACHOOOOO!
“Ab dozen. Ab dozen cabts.”
“Oh. That makes sense. One for each kid. C’mon Figgy, let’s get you out of here.”
They pushed and prodded the door into the house until it finally gave way. Figgy tumbled into the hall covered in cat fur and sneezing.
“Poor Figgy,” sighed Pixie. “Did you bring your elfie pen?”
“Nohl. I porgot ibt.”
“Iced chocolate covered cherries dipped in sprinkles and drizzled with syrup then.”
“Bwhat? Dats not ab cure.”
“I know,” smiled Pixie. “But it will be a great pre-game snack!”
While Pixie busily made them a midnight snack, Figgy, miserable and sneezing, looked around trying to find the best place to set up the glow balloon forest. Something seemed…off.
“What are you looking at, Figgy?” Pixie floated down to the floor next to Figgy, a small tray of chocolate covered cherries in her hands.
“Do you see anything…different?”
Pixie looked around and had the same feeling that something was not quite right in the living room. “I hear a rattling sound. Do you hear that?”
Figgy nodded. “Yes. What could it be?”
RRRUMMMBLLLE!
The elves turned in the direction of the sound and saw an avalanche pom poms bursting out of the tree.
“RUUUN!” shouted Pixie.
Too late. In a matter of seconds, the elves were covered in pom poms of every color and size. A small chorus of voices echoed from a recordable ornament under the tree.
Welcome back!
The movie was really funny!
But please…NEVER LEAVE US AGAIN!
a pinch of homestead 