Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2010 15:28:53 GMT -5
"That's it!" Damian shouted. "The fans have gone too far!"
"What'd they do this time?" Paul asked, uninterested.
"What DIDN'T they do?!" Keith laughed.
"I'm leaving!" Damian cried, grabbing his suitcase and storming out the door.
"Where are you going?!" George yelled.
"Somewhere that people have never heard of me…" He plotted. "I'm going to Antarctica!"
"Have fun!" All five men chorused.
~*~
"Oh my gosh!" Damian held his arms close to himself, his breath now visible it the white air. "It's COLD!"
"Well, what did you expect?"
Damian jumped at the voice and began searching for whoever had spoken.
"Down here!" The voice complained.
Damian looked down openmouthed. Next to him stood a short man, about 2 feet tall. Perched on his head was a red and greet striped hat with a bell at the end. The rest of his outfit consisted of the same pattern, bells dripping off him wherever they could.
The little man sighed. "Well, come on then. The elf-ettes would never let me forget it if I let you freeze out here."
"The…elf-ettes?"
"Yep. Come on." The man grabbed Damian's hand and waved his other own. In a second a vast building appeared before them, all red and green like the elf, but with winding gears everywhere.
"Is that…"
"The North Pole? St. Nicks Workshop? You bet. You're about to make some girls Christmas." The huge doors opened.
"DAMIAN MCGINTY!!!" A thousand female voices screamed.
"Ah!!!" Damian tried to run, but the first elf was stronger than he looked, and continued to drag him into the bellows of the factory. "Don't worry kid," He said in a gruff voice. "They can't touch you. You're inventory now."
"Inventory?!" His shout was over powered by the same thousand women muttering about stupid rules before they continued to work on finishing the toys.
"C'mon kid, I gotta take you to the boss."
"You mean Santa?"
"Geeze, don't you ever quit asking questions? And don't call him that. Kinda a sore spot."
"Why?" Damian wondered.
"What did I say about asking questions?!"
". . .to not to?" He answered unsteadily.
The elf heaved a sigh. "Whatever. Anyway, we're here." With a snap of his fingers and a flash of glitter, double doors appeared out of thin air. Without warning the elf pushed him through.
"Wait!" Damian yelled. "I don't even know your name."
"Chuck." He answered.
"Chuck the elf?" Damian laughed.
"You got a problem with it?!" The boys eyes went wide again as he slammed the door shut for fear of an elf-pummeling.
"Dumb kid…" He muttered.
"Come on Thimble, back to work!" A passing elf commanded.
"I told you my name is Chuck!!!"
~*~
"Oh, ho ho! Damian! I've been expecting you!" The jolly man cheered.
"Uh…what do you mean?" Damian worried.
"Well, you're on quite a few girls Christmas lists."
"I am?" He began to shudder.
"So I guess I'll just have to pick the nicest of them all!" His belly jiggled with a robust laugh.
"What?! No! You can't do tha--"
The next thing Damian knew he was in the back of Santa's sleigh as it flew through the air.
"Sorry kid," Chuck said. "Jobs a job."
Damian tried to ask what he meant, only to discover a huge red bow tapped over his mouth. Matching ribbon held his hands together.
"Adios Amigo," Chuck waved as he shoved Damian out the back of the sleigh.
His eyes clamped shut as he plummeted, but when he opened them, he was sitting under a finely decorated Christmas trees, a stamp saying: To Jenny, From Santa plastered on his forehead.
"Ph my goodness!" A girl cried as she ran down the stairs in her pajamas. "It's Damian McGinty! This is the best Christmas EVER!!!"
Suddenly dozen of girls had their faces against the windows. "Damian!" The yelled. "Damian!"
One girl pressed her face into the glass. "Damian, wake up!!!"
His eyes shot open.
"Damian! Damian wake up!" He looked over and saw Keith with his head up on the window outside. "Damian, wake up! I'm locked out!"
Damian heaved a sigh a relief. "I'm never drinking coffee before bed again!" He cried before tossing the sheet over his head.
"Hello? Damian! Still stuck our here!" Yelled Keith in ankle deep snow, but Damian was already snoring, fast asleep.
THE END
Yes, I know the North Pole is not in the Antarctic, but I blame Damian's wacky dreams!
"What'd they do this time?" Paul asked, uninterested.
"What DIDN'T they do?!" Keith laughed.
"I'm leaving!" Damian cried, grabbing his suitcase and storming out the door.
"Where are you going?!" George yelled.
"Somewhere that people have never heard of me…" He plotted. "I'm going to Antarctica!"
"Have fun!" All five men chorused.
~*~
"Oh my gosh!" Damian held his arms close to himself, his breath now visible it the white air. "It's COLD!"
"Well, what did you expect?"
Damian jumped at the voice and began searching for whoever had spoken.
"Down here!" The voice complained.
Damian looked down openmouthed. Next to him stood a short man, about 2 feet tall. Perched on his head was a red and greet striped hat with a bell at the end. The rest of his outfit consisted of the same pattern, bells dripping off him wherever they could.
The little man sighed. "Well, come on then. The elf-ettes would never let me forget it if I let you freeze out here."
"The…elf-ettes?"
"Yep. Come on." The man grabbed Damian's hand and waved his other own. In a second a vast building appeared before them, all red and green like the elf, but with winding gears everywhere.
"Is that…"
"The North Pole? St. Nicks Workshop? You bet. You're about to make some girls Christmas." The huge doors opened.
"DAMIAN MCGINTY!!!" A thousand female voices screamed.
"Ah!!!" Damian tried to run, but the first elf was stronger than he looked, and continued to drag him into the bellows of the factory. "Don't worry kid," He said in a gruff voice. "They can't touch you. You're inventory now."
"Inventory?!" His shout was over powered by the same thousand women muttering about stupid rules before they continued to work on finishing the toys.
"C'mon kid, I gotta take you to the boss."
"You mean Santa?"
"Geeze, don't you ever quit asking questions? And don't call him that. Kinda a sore spot."
"Why?" Damian wondered.
"What did I say about asking questions?!"
". . .to not to?" He answered unsteadily.
The elf heaved a sigh. "Whatever. Anyway, we're here." With a snap of his fingers and a flash of glitter, double doors appeared out of thin air. Without warning the elf pushed him through.
"Wait!" Damian yelled. "I don't even know your name."
"Chuck." He answered.
"Chuck the elf?" Damian laughed.
"You got a problem with it?!" The boys eyes went wide again as he slammed the door shut for fear of an elf-pummeling.
"Dumb kid…" He muttered.
"Come on Thimble, back to work!" A passing elf commanded.
"I told you my name is Chuck!!!"
~*~
"Oh, ho ho! Damian! I've been expecting you!" The jolly man cheered.
"Uh…what do you mean?" Damian worried.
"Well, you're on quite a few girls Christmas lists."
"I am?" He began to shudder.
"So I guess I'll just have to pick the nicest of them all!" His belly jiggled with a robust laugh.
"What?! No! You can't do tha--"
The next thing Damian knew he was in the back of Santa's sleigh as it flew through the air.
"Sorry kid," Chuck said. "Jobs a job."
Damian tried to ask what he meant, only to discover a huge red bow tapped over his mouth. Matching ribbon held his hands together.
"Adios Amigo," Chuck waved as he shoved Damian out the back of the sleigh.
His eyes clamped shut as he plummeted, but when he opened them, he was sitting under a finely decorated Christmas trees, a stamp saying: To Jenny, From Santa plastered on his forehead.
"Ph my goodness!" A girl cried as she ran down the stairs in her pajamas. "It's Damian McGinty! This is the best Christmas EVER!!!"
Suddenly dozen of girls had their faces against the windows. "Damian!" The yelled. "Damian!"
One girl pressed her face into the glass. "Damian, wake up!!!"
His eyes shot open.
"Damian! Damian wake up!" He looked over and saw Keith with his head up on the window outside. "Damian, wake up! I'm locked out!"
Damian heaved a sigh a relief. "I'm never drinking coffee before bed again!" He cried before tossing the sheet over his head.
"Hello? Damian! Still stuck our here!" Yelled Keith in ankle deep snow, but Damian was already snoring, fast asleep.
THE END
Yes, I know the North Pole is not in the Antarctic, but I blame Damian's wacky dreams!