From 2019 (and onward 😊): "The 19 Days of an SKMB X-Mas" +
Nov 5, 2021 22:45:02 GMT
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Post by wolf on Nov 5, 2021 22:45:02 GMT
Here's something I did a couple of years ago. I have done numerous versions like this for various places I have worked and for friends. One of these days I have got to do a really good one for Our Ka-tet Playground! 😄
"The 19 Days Of An SKMB X-Mas"
( Part I )
In the early hours just before dawn, on the day the SKMB would be closing for Christmas vacation, a Thinny opened up in the back of the Cantina. There was a slight shuffling sound that woke Oscar, who was curled up asleep in his usual spot by the fire. He was fairly well hidden in the corner. He didn't move, but he watched carefully. His eyes widened as he saw The Milk Man appear with his milk crate, his pet bat, Bacardi, on his shoulder. In the milk crate was Captain Jack T's spiced Redrum, and Gramma's limited edition eggnog. Darting around excitedly amongst the bottles and waxed cartons played his little girl tarantula, Arania. She chirped to him as he took her playthings away, and set the delivery items on the bar. Oscar remained motionless, holding his breath, but the MilkMan knew he was watching anyway. He turned and looked right at the squirrel, slightly wild eyed. Sneering a greasy toothy grin he said to Oscar with a disturbing whispery voice,
"....and this is for MS. MOD. ( marshad )"
as he reached inside his jacket, pulling out a long stemmed white rose with meaty looking blackish red leaves, stem and thorns. He placed it carefully on the bar and stared at Oscar again,
"Someone else is coming...he's my ride."
With that he shuffled on to the back of the Cantina again.
Oscar breathed out, but his heart began to race when he heard what distinctly sounded like heavy hoof steps on the hard wood floor. It was coming from where the Milk Man's shuffling foot sounds ended.....at the Thinny. He got up quickly and stealthily from his blankets, noiseless. He crept over to the corner and peered around it. There stood Father X-Mas, Santy Claus' cousin. He was helping good old Nick out with the problem children on his list. He'd been up all night working the Night Shift with a Skeleton Crew of dark elves. He took a deep drink from a mug of something steaming in his hand, stamped a hoof lightly and quietly growled,
"Now be careful with that.
You know how hard we worked on it all."
Oscar actually found his baritone voice to be quite pleasant, so he wasn't as afraid and his heart settled back into a calm pace again. Then through the shimmering Thinny came all the elves carrying a huge Black House shaped box, wrapped and tied up in a flowing Silver Bullet colored ribbon. They set it down by the tree, carefully arranging the ribbon on the floor around it. Father X-Mas directed,
"Alright, now get the bag.
And if he starts that gabbing and b1tching about FLOATING again
give him another bludgeoning with this."
he reached inside his long dark teal green robe, retrieving a crowbar and tossed it to the largest and sternest looking of the elves. The crew slipped out the Thinny to a sleigh parked on the otherside. That's when Father turned towards Oscar.
He bent over and smiled down at the little gray squirrel. Oscar could see there were trailing long dark brown locks under his hood, and caught glimpse of the base of polished white horn. He showed Oscar his mug, which was emblazoned with the logo 'Coffey's Mile Louisiana Style Coffee' and asked,
"Be a good little friend, come make some coffee,
and give us a shot of that redrum in it too, please sir?
I think they're going to busy for a few minutes."
he winked, his eyes were twinkling, but Oscar was pretty sure he was a little hung over.....or still a bit drunk. Oscar nodded and jumped to it. Getting the coffee brewing and opening up a bottle of the Capt. Jack T's, he watched Father silently. Attentively listening as the kindly satyr told him,
"Here's a couple of things to know, little Oscar the wild:
the bag...is no mere Bag Of Bones.
Tell osnafrank sorry 'bout that.
No one touches it. That is for kingfamilyfan ,
she'll be able to handle IT.
Same with the Black House box, no one touches it.
Everyone will get here not long after I leave."
Oscar nodded enthusiastically and poured the coffee and redrum in his cup. Father smiled his thanks and took a long drink, then continued,
"When the Camel and Snakes get here,
they will know what to do."
As he finished with Oscar the elves returned, dragging with them a very heavy looking chain-mail bag. They placed it under the tree right behind the Black House box, and all of them headed back out the Thinny. Father X-Mas looked over his shoulder at Oscar one last time,
"Have fun kiddo."
his farewell wave and the tail of his long robe were the last things to disappear through the Thinny as it blinked shut, and it's scar of a crease in the thin air ethereally withered away.
Everyone arrived just as he said, no one wanted to touch either of the items that mysteriously appeared over night. Oscar said nothing, he didn't have to, so he just watched.
Clyde, Buckwheat and Pyro just came in, and they're over at the big Black House shaped box. They're opening it up right now....
(Part II)
The Turkish Delight and the Slithering Serpentines got the Black House box open,
and out came pouring:
"The 19 Days Of An SKMB X-Mas!"
On the first day of X-Mas, King Stephen gave the SKMB:
A '58 Plymouth Fury!
On the second day....
Two Thad B. Halves!
On the third day......
Three Fatal M.D.'s!
On the fourth day....
Four Cawing Crows!
On the fifth day.....
FIVE NEEDFUL THINGS!
On the sixth day.....
Six Go-Devils a joyride a-deviling!
On the seventh day.....
Seven Shining Shines Shiningly a-Shining!
On the eighth day......
Eight Poisonous Things from a Buick 8 a-winging!
On the ninth day....
Nine Beams a Walkin' Dude beamingly a-walking!
On the tenth day....
Ten Barefoot Wolf's a-wolvishly a-howling!
On the eleventh day....
Eleven Gallant Gunslingers strappin' on and a-slinging!
On the twelfth day....
Twelve Clocks at Four Past Midnight a-ticking and a-striking!
On the thirteenth day.....
Thirteen Mile Green Tommy Knocker's on a mind a-knocking!
On the fourteenth day.....
Fourteen Dream Catcher's, Nightmare's and Dreamscapes a-catching!
On the fifteenth day......
Fifteen Catastrophic Cell phones a-phoning and a-hellringing!
On the sixteenth day.....
Sixteen Strawberry Spring Pies a-hauntingly, gauntily a-slimming!
On the seventeenth day.....
Seventeen Bazaar/ (Bizarre) Bad-azz Dreams being dreamily a-dreaming!
On the eighteenth day......
Eighteen ghosts against the post, fists fitfully a-thrusting!
On the nineteenth day......
Nineteen Long days and pleasant nights of ka-tet partying and a-palavering!
- Wolf
"The 19 Days Of An SKMB X-Mas"
( Part I )
In the early hours just before dawn, on the day the SKMB would be closing for Christmas vacation, a Thinny opened up in the back of the Cantina. There was a slight shuffling sound that woke Oscar, who was curled up asleep in his usual spot by the fire. He was fairly well hidden in the corner. He didn't move, but he watched carefully. His eyes widened as he saw The Milk Man appear with his milk crate, his pet bat, Bacardi, on his shoulder. In the milk crate was Captain Jack T's spiced Redrum, and Gramma's limited edition eggnog. Darting around excitedly amongst the bottles and waxed cartons played his little girl tarantula, Arania. She chirped to him as he took her playthings away, and set the delivery items on the bar. Oscar remained motionless, holding his breath, but the MilkMan knew he was watching anyway. He turned and looked right at the squirrel, slightly wild eyed. Sneering a greasy toothy grin he said to Oscar with a disturbing whispery voice,
"....and this is for MS. MOD. ( marshad )"
as he reached inside his jacket, pulling out a long stemmed white rose with meaty looking blackish red leaves, stem and thorns. He placed it carefully on the bar and stared at Oscar again,
"Someone else is coming...he's my ride."
With that he shuffled on to the back of the Cantina again.
Oscar breathed out, but his heart began to race when he heard what distinctly sounded like heavy hoof steps on the hard wood floor. It was coming from where the Milk Man's shuffling foot sounds ended.....at the Thinny. He got up quickly and stealthily from his blankets, noiseless. He crept over to the corner and peered around it. There stood Father X-Mas, Santy Claus' cousin. He was helping good old Nick out with the problem children on his list. He'd been up all night working the Night Shift with a Skeleton Crew of dark elves. He took a deep drink from a mug of something steaming in his hand, stamped a hoof lightly and quietly growled,
"Now be careful with that.
You know how hard we worked on it all."
Oscar actually found his baritone voice to be quite pleasant, so he wasn't as afraid and his heart settled back into a calm pace again. Then through the shimmering Thinny came all the elves carrying a huge Black House shaped box, wrapped and tied up in a flowing Silver Bullet colored ribbon. They set it down by the tree, carefully arranging the ribbon on the floor around it. Father X-Mas directed,
"Alright, now get the bag.
And if he starts that gabbing and b1tching about FLOATING again
give him another bludgeoning with this."
he reached inside his long dark teal green robe, retrieving a crowbar and tossed it to the largest and sternest looking of the elves. The crew slipped out the Thinny to a sleigh parked on the otherside. That's when Father turned towards Oscar.
He bent over and smiled down at the little gray squirrel. Oscar could see there were trailing long dark brown locks under his hood, and caught glimpse of the base of polished white horn. He showed Oscar his mug, which was emblazoned with the logo 'Coffey's Mile Louisiana Style Coffee' and asked,
"Be a good little friend, come make some coffee,
and give us a shot of that redrum in it too, please sir?
I think they're going to busy for a few minutes."
he winked, his eyes were twinkling, but Oscar was pretty sure he was a little hung over.....or still a bit drunk. Oscar nodded and jumped to it. Getting the coffee brewing and opening up a bottle of the Capt. Jack T's, he watched Father silently. Attentively listening as the kindly satyr told him,
"Here's a couple of things to know, little Oscar the wild:
the bag...is no mere Bag Of Bones.
Tell osnafrank sorry 'bout that.
No one touches it. That is for kingfamilyfan ,
she'll be able to handle IT.
Same with the Black House box, no one touches it.
Everyone will get here not long after I leave."
Oscar nodded enthusiastically and poured the coffee and redrum in his cup. Father smiled his thanks and took a long drink, then continued,
"When the Camel and Snakes get here,
they will know what to do."
As he finished with Oscar the elves returned, dragging with them a very heavy looking chain-mail bag. They placed it under the tree right behind the Black House box, and all of them headed back out the Thinny. Father X-Mas looked over his shoulder at Oscar one last time,
"Have fun kiddo."
his farewell wave and the tail of his long robe were the last things to disappear through the Thinny as it blinked shut, and it's scar of a crease in the thin air ethereally withered away.
Everyone arrived just as he said, no one wanted to touch either of the items that mysteriously appeared over night. Oscar said nothing, he didn't have to, so he just watched.
Clyde, Buckwheat and Pyro just came in, and they're over at the big Black House shaped box. They're opening it up right now....
(Part II)
The Turkish Delight and the Slithering Serpentines got the Black House box open,
and out came pouring:
"The 19 Days Of An SKMB X-Mas!"
On the first day of X-Mas, King Stephen gave the SKMB:
A '58 Plymouth Fury!
On the second day....
Two Thad B. Halves!
On the third day......
Three Fatal M.D.'s!
On the fourth day....
Four Cawing Crows!
On the fifth day.....
FIVE NEEDFUL THINGS!
On the sixth day.....
Six Go-Devils a joyride a-deviling!
On the seventh day.....
Seven Shining Shines Shiningly a-Shining!
On the eighth day......
Eight Poisonous Things from a Buick 8 a-winging!
On the ninth day....
Nine Beams a Walkin' Dude beamingly a-walking!
On the tenth day....
Ten Barefoot Wolf's a-wolvishly a-howling!
On the eleventh day....
Eleven Gallant Gunslingers strappin' on and a-slinging!
On the twelfth day....
Twelve Clocks at Four Past Midnight a-ticking and a-striking!
On the thirteenth day.....
Thirteen Mile Green Tommy Knocker's on a mind a-knocking!
On the fourteenth day.....
Fourteen Dream Catcher's, Nightmare's and Dreamscapes a-catching!
On the fifteenth day......
Fifteen Catastrophic Cell phones a-phoning and a-hellringing!
On the sixteenth day.....
Sixteen Strawberry Spring Pies a-hauntingly, gauntily a-slimming!
On the seventeenth day.....
Seventeen Bazaar/ (Bizarre) Bad-azz Dreams being dreamily a-dreaming!
On the eighteenth day......
Eighteen ghosts against the post, fists fitfully a-thrusting!
On the nineteenth day......
Nineteen Long days and pleasant nights of ka-tet partying and a-palavering!
- Wolf
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