Christmas
Christmas Countdown Day 15
Deep beneath the North Pole, a giant conveyor belt carried sugar, flour, and sprinkles from the cookie factory into the Christmas Kitchen. It had never carried elves. Until now.
Christmas
Deep beneath the North Pole, a giant conveyor belt carried sugar, flour, and sprinkles from the cookie factory into the Christmas Kitchen. It had never carried elves. Until now.
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Peppermint was dragging. Joe resembled a haunted candy cane. Buttercup’s hair had drywall still in it. Mason had soot fingerprints from the pantry explosion even though he showered twice. They all agreed in unison: “Fine. We need a break.” But breaks hate them.
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Mason led them to the base of Frostbite Peak — a jagged monstrosity of ice that was actively snowing upward. Joe stared. “…The snow is going INTO the sky.” Buttercup slapped his arm. “Stop questioning magic. It gets offended.” The journey began badly and only worsened:
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The Chaos Four crept along the snowy wall of Santa’s private wing. Peppermint climbed first, moving like she remembered her acrobat days fondly and inaccurately. She popped the window latch with a hairpin and slipped inside onto a wooden ceiling beam.
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Buttercup tapped the map with her headlamp. “This is a forgotten tunnel the Naughty & Nice Oversight Committee used during the Great Cocoa Famine of 1812. It runs directly underneath Santa’s private quarters.”
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The Chaos Four gathered in the courtyard, snow crunching under their boots, breath puffing in the freezing air. Two enormous snowmen guards flanked the back entrance of Santa’s private kitchen—silent, stoic, vaguely menacing.
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Peppermint hit the tuba with such force that the instrument let out a long, mournful “BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAP” that echoed across the courtyard like a dying moose. Choir elves screamed. One fainted into a xylophone.
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Buttercup unveiled her plan: A giant candy cane catapult. To launch Peppermint directly through the kitchen skylight. Peppermint fainted. Mason cried happy tears. Joe said, “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had and somehow I agree with it.”
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The Walk of Confidence They approached the Christmas Kitchen entrance with: Straight posture Serious expressions A synchronized speed-walking formation Mason humming what he claimed was “stealth music”
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But the whirlpool sucked in two reindeer wearing spa robes, an inflatable snowman, one confused nutcracker, and Peppermint, who screamed the entire 12 seconds she was trapped in the spin.
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Magically animated snowman guards now patrolled the entire perimeter of the Christmas Kitchen.
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Mason, whose brain cannot survive without mischief, leaned slightly—very slightly—against the sleigh control panel. He didn’t push anything. He didn’t press anything. He just… existed near it. Which triggered the Emergency Reindeer Turbo Mode system.