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Flaky crouched behind her carefully constructed fortress, a tower made of precisely stacked rolls of toilet paper. She adjusted her goggles and peeked over the edge, scanning for any sign of movement. “Gretyl? Greeetyyyyl?” she whispered under her breath.

From across the room, Gretyl’s giggles echoed, high-pitched and mischievous. “You’ll never see me coming, Flaky! Prepare for bombardment!”

Flaky ducked just in time as a flurry of toilet paper bombs—loosely balled sheets of fluffy white—flew through the air. One grazed the tip of her ear, sending a puff of powdery tissue into the air.

“Oh-ho-ho, the battle begins!” Flaky shouted. She grabbed a handful of her own ammunition and lobbed it over her fortress. “Direct hit!” she cheered as Gretyl yelped dramatically.

“You think that was a hit? That was but a love tap!” Gretyl’s voice came from somewhere behind her own slightly crooked fortress. “Watch this!”

Before Flaky could react, Gretyl popped up, a toilet paper roll clutched in her hooves. With a dramatic spin, she launched it through the air like a snowball. Flaky tried to dodge, but the roll bounced off her goggles, unraveling in a spiraling cascade.

Flaky spluttered as she untangled herself. “Fiend!”

“And don’t you forget it!” Gretyl pranced in place, clearly delighted with herself. Her tower wobbled precariously, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Flaky grinned, her voice taking on a sing-song lilt. “Oh, Gretyl!” She reached behind her tower and pulled out her secret weapon: an entire roll of toilet paper wrapped tightly in tape for extra weight and aerodynamics. 

Gretyl’s eyes widened. “Flaky, no…”

“Flaky, yes!” With a mighty throw, Flaky sent the roll sailing across the room. It hit Gretyl’s fortress dead center, sending the entire structure collapsing in a flurry of toilet paper. Gretyl stood there, surrounded by the ruins, her mouth agape.

For a moment, all was silent. Then Gretyl threw her head back and laughed. “That was amazing! I didn’t think you had it in you, Flaky!”

Flaky climbed over the remains of her own fortress and extended a hand to Gretyl. Gretyl took Flaky’s hand with a grin.

The two of them sat on the floor amidst the chaos, giggling and catching their breath. Flaky glanced at Gretyl, her smile fading just slightly. “Oh Gretyl, I’ll miss these shenanigans, you know.”

Gretyl’s ears drooped for a moment before she perked up again. “Don’t you worry, Flaky. I’ll always be part of the memories we made. And hey, we still have a week. Let’s make it count.”

Flaky nodded, her heart full. “Oh yes, let’s make it legendary!”

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Nim watched Leonard twirl around the tree with a sad sigh. Santa told them that the giraffalopes knew their fate, but was it polite to talk about it?

“Hey, Leonard?”

“Hmm?”

“Santa said…he told us…that is…”.

“You know.”

Nim nodded. 

“Well, good!” Leonard jumped up. “I always thought it was silly to keep it a secret from you, but you know the Big Guy…”.

Nim was starting to think he didn’t know the big guy at all, actually. “Aren’t you sad, Leonard?”

“Sad?”

“Yeah. After this year you won’t be around to…help me.”

“Pah! That is not at all true!”

Nim eyed Leonard, suddenly worried that Santa hadn’t really explained the situation to the giraffalopes.

“I mean, I may not be able to help you, but I’ll be around. Those boys love me and there is no way they are getting rid of me after this season.”

Nim smiled. “Of course they love you, Leonard. Of course they do.”

Leonard gave a brief nod. “So, what’s on the agenda tonight?”

“Fun with fruit.” Nim held up a bag of oranges and a bag of assorted googly eyes. 

“Huh?”

“I heard Joe’s mom saying she had ‘eyes everywhere’ so they’d better behave, so I thought…let’s put eyes everywhere.”

Nim and Leonard got to work. By the time they were through the bag of googly eyes, they’d eyed up all the oranges, bananas, apples, and pears in the house. 

“Hm,” said Nim as they stood back to admire their work.

“It’s a little…”

“Too much?” finished Nim.

“Over the top,” said Leonard.

Nim tilted his head, taking in the fruit army staring back at them. He started laughing—a full, belly-deep laugh that made his pointy ears wiggle. “Over the top is kind of the point, isn’t it?”

Leonard joined in, chuckling. “You’re right. We’ve created an army of fruit that’s ready to shame anyone sneaking a cookie before dinner.”

“Perfect,” Nim said, grinning. “But I think we can go further.”

Leonard raised an eyebrow. “Further? We’re out of fruit and out of eyes.”

Nim rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a roll of tape. “Who said anything about stopping with fruit? What about the cereal boxes? The milk jug? Oh, and the sugar container!”

Leonard’s eyes widened.

Nim grinned. “Now, let’s get to work.”

For the next hour, the two of them added googly eyes to every possible surface in the kitchen. By the time they were done, everything from the salt shaker to the toaster glared back at them with wide, wobbly eyes.

Leonard wiped his brow dramatically. “Well, I’m officially exhausted. Do you think this will actually work?”

Nim shrugged. “If nothing else, it’ll give the boys something to think about. And maybe it’ll make them laugh.”

“Or scream,” Leonard added, smirking.

Nim chuckled. “Either way, mission accomplished.”

Just as they were about head to their spots for the night, Nim stopped and glanced back at the googly-eyed chaos. He turned to Leonard with a mischievous grin. “You know…we could always do the bathroom next.”

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“Let me get this straight,” Mrs. Claus looked down at Nim and Pepper with reproach. “Not only did you let Charlie out of his kennel, you also managed to get yourselves locked in?”

Pepper and Nim glanced at each other sheepishly.

“We didn’t let Charlie out Mrs. C,” said Pepper. “It was Lu–.”

“LUCK!” shouted Nim. “It was luck, the bad kind.”

Mrs. Claus eyed the two suspiciously. “The mischief you’ve gotten into during this beta test is astounding to say the least. Perhaps we need to rename this program to the Tinsel Terrors!”

“Mischief?” Lil said as she whizzed into the room, followed closely by Smarti and Flaky. “Have I got a tale of mischief for you! Bella and Cheyenne are in SUCH a pickle!”

For the next few minutes, the five elves shared stories of the shenanigans their assigned kids had gotten up to.

“…and then they set off a glitter bomb and the WHOLE kitchen was sparkling!” Lil finished the story with relish.

Mrs Claus laughed gently with them. “Alright, alright. It sounds as though your charges have been getting up to quite a bit of mischief as well. Let’s see what you can do to direct their energies elsewhere.”

“Why didn’t you want Mrs. C to know about Lucile?” Pepper asked Nim as they made ready to head their separate ways.

“I don’t know. It just seems like cheating somehow. Having a helper.”

“I don’t think it’s cheating at all. Especially when this supposed helper ends up causing more harm than good!”

“Maybe you’re right…”.

“She is absolutely right,” said Smarti. “Harold is out of control. Last night, he tried to ‘help’ by making extra cookie dough.”

“Well,” said Pepper. “That actually seems rather helpful, Smarti.”

“It would have been…if he hadn’t filled every empty container in the kitchen with sugar cookie dough. Including the kitchen sink!!!!”

All the elves stopped, imagining a sink filled to the top with sugar cookie dough.

“It sounds like heaven,” Lil murmured.

Smarti harrumphed.

“The carpet is covered in snow,” Flaky offered.

The other four elves stared blankly.

“Fake snow,” Flaky clarified. 

“Oh, well, I guess that’s…better?” Lil said with a frown.

“Yes, it will make it easier to clean up.” With a smile and a salute, Flaky rose into the air, and flew off, leaving the others wondering what happened, and just who the culprit was. 

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What Flaky didn’t tell the group, was that the snow was actually attic insulation that fell down in the living room as the result of an accidental rocket launch into the ceiling. The rocket was, of course, Gretyl’s idea. Mostly. 

Unfortunately, the brunt of the blame landed squarely on Sabine’s shoulders. You see, her parents did not believe in the Elves of Christmas and so every catastrophe or triumph was Sabine’s. 

“We’re going to make it up to her tonight, Gretyl,” Flake admonished as he pushed a toy lawn mower in from the garage. “All we need is the fuel for this contraption, and we’ll have this mess cleared up.”

Gretyl smiled, knowing exactly where said ‘fuel’ was. “One moment!” She raced from the room and came back with two bottles of Super Bubbles. “Here it is!”

Flaky smiled. “Ok, let’s get to work!” 

The Book: “Take responsibility for the messes you make. Don’t leave a bubble-covered mess behind!”

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“Er, what are you doing, Pepper?” Lucile the Giraffolope stood silently at the bathroom door watching Pepper as she shook, and shook, and shook a bottle green liquid over the toilet. 

“Creating Christmas Cheer-Water!” Pepper chirped. 

“Christmas…what?”

“Cheer-water, Lucile. You know, green water, red water, sparkly water.”

“Um…what is in that bottle?” Lucile pointed to the bright green, almost empty, bottle in Pepper’s hands. 

“Food coloring!”

Lucile stilled, momentarily speechless. Then, swiftly twirled around and raced to the kitchen. Pepper turned back to the toilet, shrugged, and continued shaking the bottle until every last drop of food coloring stained the toilet water a bright, Christmas green. 

“Hear me out, Pepper.” Lucile stood at the door again, holding a bottle of blue food coloring. “Swamp vs Lagoon.”

Pepper’s eyebrows creeped to her hairline. “I don’t know, Lucile. That doesn’t sound very Christmas-y.”

“Then we’ll make it a Christmas Lagoon! Ornaments, tiny Christmas trees, glitter, reindeer…the works!”

As she rattled off the list of items, Lucile pulled each one into the small bathroom and began running the tub water and dumping the blue food coloring in the bubbling water. “Uh oh! I’m out of blue, can you go to the kitchen and see if there is more?”

Pepper nodded uncertainly and flew to the kitchen, shaking her head uneasily. She searched through the cabinets but couldn’t find another bottle of blue food coloring…just red and yellow and…”Mmmm, Amber maple syrup. Maybe just a little taste…”.

Pepper found a straw and stuck it in the bottle. 

SLURP! SLURP! SLUUUURP!

“What is that sound?” asked Lucile, peeking out of the bathroom.

Pepper glanced guiltily at the giraffalope. “Just a little snack.” She pointed to the now, nearly empty bottle. 

Lucile shuffled over and peered at the label. “Maple Syrup? Is it good?”

Pepper’s jaw dropped. “You’ve never had maple syrup?!”

“Well…no. I haven’t been ali–around for very long.” 

Pepper looked at Lucile quizicaly. “But I thought–.”

“Can I have a sip?” interrupted Lucile.

“Absolutely!” Pepper held the bottle while Lucile took her first-ever slurp of maple syrup. 

Slurp. SLURP. SLUUUUUUURPPPP!

Eyes wide, mouth smiling, Lucile smacked her lips. “That was delicious!”

Pepper looked in horror at the now-empty bottle. “Uh-oh.”

Lucile smiled. “Don’t worry. They keep a ton of canned goods stocked downstairs. I bet there is more.”

The two friends crept quietly to the basement store room where they found not one or two more bottles of maple syrup. But an ENTIRE box of bottles of maple syrup. 

“This is different,” said Pepper. “It’s Golden rather than Amber. Not as good, but still pretty tasty. I’ll bring a bottle from the North Pole tomorrow to replace the one we drank.”

Lucile eyed the bottle. “Maybe we should try it. Just to make sure it’s really maple syrup.”

Pepper smiled. “What else would be in a bottle labeled ‘maple syrup’. Lucile?”

Lucile grinned and opened the bottle. Then another. Hours later, by the third bottle, Pepper was zipping and zooming around the basement singing Christmas carols and Lucile lay on the floor in a pure sugar coma. 

Landing next to the drowsy giraffalope, Pepper frowned. “Did we forget something, Lucile?”

Splish. Splash. Splosh.

Drops of water fell from the ceiling and dripped on Lucile’s head. She sat up, stretched, and yawned. “I don’t know—THE SWAMP!”

Racing up the stairs, the elf and giraffalope gasped in horror as they watched gallons and gallons of blue-dyed water whoosh into the hall. 

“Uh oh,” said Lucile. 

Pepper sobbed. “I guess this is my first entry into The Book.”

“When creating a swamp vs lagoon in the bathroom, don’t drink maple syrup!”