The Tenth Day of Christmas

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     "Shut the H-E-double-hell up!" screamed Holden. He snagged Carl's microphone and jumped on top of the reporter, wrapping the cord around his neck.

     GWC opened his peanut jar and The Rock pulled back his slingshot. The two began releasing swarms of projectiles at the Dlanors.

     "Don't you atreverse!" screamed Hugo, firing his pistolas at the two men.

     The group began tearing through the workshop, destroying everything in their path as they grappled with one another. Peanuts continued to rain into the factory through the many openings their entrance had created.

     "Nooohohohoho," cried GWC, tears streaming down his face. He was lying on his back, pinned to the ground by Hugo's foot, the barrels of the two pistolas centered directly on his face. "All I wanted to do was make a special peanut to share the Spirit of Christmas with the world," he wailed. Hugo's fingers twitched towards the triggers.

     "Get off me you fools!" screamed The Rock as Dlanor after Dlanor jumped onto his body. They piled up more and more until The Rock was buried under a mound of red. "CLEOPATRA! I'M SORRY MY BABE!"

     "Ggggghhhkk," choked Carl. "You know, ggkkkk, Holden. I've been, kkkk, choked by plenty of, kaahh, people, but I never expected you to be the, CKKKKOK, one on top." His eyelids began to flutter. "Ka... boom..."

     Suddenly there was a blinding flash and a deafening ring. They all froze. When their vision and hearing returned, they saw a tall, intimidating Dlanor dressed in military garb step into the open area of the factory their battle had created.

     "What did you say, Carver?" he glared.

     "What?" the inventor sniffled.

     "About the peanut! What did you say!? About the Spirit of Christmas!"

     "I was making that peanut to share the Spirit of Christmas with the world."

     "To share the Spirit of Christmas with the world..." repeated The Big Red. "That's it. You fool! You captured the Spirit of Christmas and infused it into your damned peanuts. No wonder there's a damn peanut hurricane heading our way! You don't mess with spirits! Haven't you seen Ouija: Origin of Evil!?"

     "All I did was plan the seed in the soil from the grave of Saint Nicholas and watered it with the blood of his ancestors. I didn't think the spirits would be upset about that," explained GWC.

     Just then a 15 ton peanut broke through the ceiling, crushing into the factory floor, and landed only inches away from GWC.

     "Assume your positions!" screamed The Big Red. All the other Dlanors complied, racing to their designated positions. "This is gonna be a looooong night."

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