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The Mischief Makers trekked through the enchanted forest, guided by Stripes’s directions. The air was filled with a magical hush, broken only by the occasional nervous giggle from Figgy.

Pixie couldn’t resist marveling at the towering trees. “Imagine having trees that actually whisper. What secrets do you think they share?”

Nim smirked. “Probably the latest gossip from the animal kingdom. Who’s dating who, which rabbit stole the last carrot—”

“Focus, everyone,” Glitter interrupted. “We’re here for a reason—Whiskers from the Whispering Willows. Keep your eyes peeled.”

They trekked deeper into the heart of the forest, the trees growing ever larger, their branches intertwining.

“There,” Nim pointed to a clearing ahead. Five majestic willow trees stood tall, their branches cascading gracefully to the ground. “Those must be the Whispering Willows.”

The elves approached cautiously and the forest fell silent.

“H-hello?” Pixie ventured, waving at the trees. “We heard you have…erm, enchanted whiskers?”

Silence. 

Figgy coughed. “And, if you do, can we…borrow them?”

More silence.

Figgy shrugged. “Worth a try.”

The willow trees rustled. “We know why you’ve come, mischievous ones. To earn our whiskers, you must pass our test.”

Nim raised an eyebrow. “A test? What kind of test?”

The trees began to sway. “To prove your connection with the spirit of Christmas, each of you must share a cherished holiday memory.”

Nim beamed. “Oh boy, I’ve got a good one! Remember that year we first met, Pixie? We googly-eyed everything in the fridge and then–.”

“And then dumped red and green jello all over the floor, Figgy, and I.” Lil scowled playfully. 

Figgy chuckled. “I remember that. It was a sticky situation.”

The Whispering Willows rustled with laughter. “One memory shared.” A soft silver whisker floated down to Nim.

Pixie took a step forward. “I remember our first night at the Malloys, when they trapped us under a glass bowl in the fridge.”

Figgy shuddered. “The elf trap!”

Lil smiled. “Wasn’t there a bunch of maple syrup involved too?”

The trees swayed and shivered with mirth. “Two memories shared.” Pixie caught a second sparkling whisker. 

“My turn!” cried Figgy. “Remember the time we put the elf hats on Rusty and Dusty? They were such cute kitties!”

“Yes,” giggled Pixie. “That certainly was a very Meowy Christmas!”

The Whispering Willows hummed in approval. “Three memories shared.”

Lil grinned. “I remember when we first met, Nim. You didn’t want a partner, but Santa knew how much Issabella and Cheyenne would miss me.”

“Oh that’s right!” said Nim. “I’d forgotten about that. The boys’ cousins were staying with them that season. Oh we had such fun!”

The forest echoed with a gentle applause of leaves. “Four memories shared.”

The four elves smiled at each other, then looked expectantly at Glitter.

Glitter sighed, shaking her head. “I remember being horrified by Nim and his destructive–.”

“Playful!” Nim interrupted.

“Very well, your playful antics. But, I also remember how you both brought fun and joy to my heart. And I thank you.” Glitter bowed her head to Nim and Lil who were smiling so hard their cheeks hurt. 

The Willows gushed out a sigh as the fifth and final whisker landed in front of Glitter.

“Well done,” breathed the Willows.  

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Rested and well-fed after their time in the Gingerbread Cottage, the four elves and reindeer traveled down a long path in relative silence, each chewing on candy from the cottage and the information Stripes had provided. 

“Whiskers from the Whispering Willows? Seriously?” Glitter exclaimed, her antlers agitated. “What kind of enchanted forest requires us to collect whiskers?”

Nim chuckled. “Stripes said we need those whiskers to access the missing mailbox, remember? He said it’s ‘guarded by enchantments’.”

Lil nodded. “So, we find these Whispering Willows, collect their enchanted whiskers, and bring them back to Stripes. Simple!”

Pixie raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Simple? Us?” 

Figgy grinned. “Think of it this way—it’s an adventure, and adventures are supposed to be fun!”

Glitter shot him a look. 

As they walked through the snowy woods, Pixie couldn’t help but smile. “I have to admit, this is kind of…fun.” 

Nim nodded. “It’s like we’re detectives on a case.”

“Pirates hunting treasure,” added Figgy. 

Lil grinned. “Maybe they’ll tell stories about our adventures…The Mischief Makers and the Quest for the Missing Mailbox.”

“A tale of four brave elves who faced the Whispering Willows armed with only their wits and…their canes!” Nim brandished his candy cane. 

Figgy chuckled. “I hope the Whispering Willows are friendly. I mean, they’re trees, right? How intimidating can they be?”

Pixie sighed. “Knowing our luck, they’ll be sarcastic trees with a penchant for puns.”

Glitter rolled her eyes. “Sarcastic trees or not, we’ve got a job to do. Let’s find those Whispering Willows, collect the whiskers, and get them back to Stripes so we can finally find the mailbox with the lost letters.”

“And,” added Lil. “Let’s hope Sparkly Sprinkles doesn’t find it first.”

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Angry Mischief Makers Cause Riot in Hospital Cafeteria, Injuries Reported

North Pole Gazette
Reported by Sparkly Sprinkles

All is not well at the Children’s Hospital. While attempting to set up a soothing scene of children playing, four angry Mischief Makers caused a riot after Biggy, a small, mean looking elf, threw a snowball at an innocent and unsuspecting reindeer who only came to help. Poor Glitter was brutally attacked by the malicious elves and left cold and shivering in the corner while the foursome walked away, cackling at their antics. The poor deer left shortly after, presumably to report this attack to the Big Guy himself. One can only hope that Santa, who some have said has been a little lax in his disciplinary actions, will rouse himself and do something about these attacks. Stay tuned for more in tomorrow’s edition of the Gazette. 

Pixie and Lil sat at a small table in the back of the Frosty Snowman Pub looking downcast. Nim and Figgy came over from the bar with four steaming cups of hot cocoa. 

“Did you ask for extra chocolate in mine?” asked Lil. 

“We asked for extra chocolate in all of them,” said Figgy. “It’s been a rough few days.”

The four friends stared into their cocoa mugs, each thinking of Sparkly Sprinkles’ latest article in the North Pole Gazette.

“She made us sound like a band of…hooligans,” said Pixie.

“And Glitter the weak victim of our shenanigans,” added Nim. 

“Did you read how she portrayed Santa?” asked Lil. “As if he has been derelict in his disciplinary duties?”

Glitter cantered to their table, a steely look in her eyes. “All right gang, enough moping. Get yourselves together and get back to the hospital. It’s time to kick things up a notch.”

“What’s the point, Glitter? Smirky Snarkles is just going to twist everything around to make us look like four rowdy hoodlums,” grumbled Nim.

“Biggy, Lila, Nim, and Trixie…Trouble Makers,” sighed Lil.  

“That’s it!” Glitter stomped a hoof. “Get it together you four. It’s time to get back to that hospital and construct the candy cane labyrinth. Santa has enough on his plate with the prob….well, just…move!”

The four elves popped up, spilling their hot chocolate, and zipped out the door. Glitter soon followed, never noticing the flash of white teeth and glittering eyes as Sparkly Sprinkles’ pen raced over her notebook in the corner of the Frosty Snowman.

The group landed back at the hospital. With no sign of the meddlesome reporter, they quickly got started with the construction of their Candy Cane Labyrinth. 

“Here’s the map,” said Lil as she pulled out her design of a challenging candy cane labyrinth with twists and turns. 

“I’ve made a few decorations for the entrance and exit.” Pixie pulled beautiful, sparkling swathes of material and props onto the floor. 

“And here’s a riddle for the kids to solve,” said Nim.

I’m not a creature, but I’m known by a name.
In December, I play a part in a festive game.
Jolly and plump, dressed in red and white.
Seek me out where Christmas is bright.
Who am I?

“Ooo, ooo, I know this one!” shouted Figgy. “Bob the Builder!”

“You’re joking,” said Pixie with a snort. 

At the look on Pixie’s face, Figgy cleared his throat. “Yes, of course I’m joking, it’s, it’s…”.

“Santa, Figgy. It’s Santa,” Lil shook her head. 

“Yes,” said Figgy. “I knew that. Ahem. Well, I designed a few hidden doors and twists to make it extra fun. The first one turns into a candy cane slide and ends in a big tub of powdered sugar the kids will have to swim out of.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a—,” started Pixie.

“And then,” continued Figgy. “There’s this trap door that plunges the kids into a vat of maple syrup.”

“Erm, Figgy? I don’t know if—,” broke in Lil.

“Finally, this secret tunnel leads right to a hot chocolate waterfall!”

“No,” said Nim. “Just, no.”

Figgy’s face fell. “Fine. I guess we’ll just have a few dead ends and a small slide.”

Shaking his head, Nim turned to get started on the labyrinth.