Tough Pigs Anthology

Christmas 2004

 

Secret Santa

Part 4: Hostile Takeover

 

 

   

 

   Back at the workshop, Fred is worried. Where'd Santa go? Zippety says, "Maybe he had an errand to run." Then Cosmo walks in, dressed as Santa...

 

Cosmo

Phew! Lousy rotten stinkin' weather out there. 

 

Zippety

Hello, sir! Good to see you!

 

Cosmo

What? Oh. Ho ho ho! Hi there, little elves! Good ta see ya, hi... Dancer, Prancer... Vixen...

 

Skippety

Ho ho! That's funny, Santa! 

 

Cosmo

Say, you guys building a lot of toys for Santa Claus? 

 

Bing

Oh, yeah! We certainly are!

 

Cosmo

Good, good! Keeps ya outta trouble. Well, I think I'll take a little nap now. Phew.

 

(Cosmo exits.) 

 

Zippety

See, Fred? I told you that Santa Claus was all right. 

 

Fred

Yeah, maybe so, but I wonder why he's taking a nap in the coat closet.

 

(With a crash, Santa bursts out of the closet.)

 

Cosmo

Why don't you guys just knock it off for a while. 

 

Skippety

Gosh, Santa! Is it time for our cookie break? 

 

Cosmo

Oh, yeah, cookie break! Everybody take a cookie break now!

 

(The elves file out happily.)

 

   

 

   With the elves out of the room, Cosmo takes a moment to relax, and scratch under his beard.

 

Cosmo

I don't believe this. I don't believe this at all. These little creeps, they're gonna drive me nuts. Phew! How does the real Santa Claus stand it?

 

   

 

   But Fred is suspicious, and he pops up from behind the desk to catch Cosmo...

 

Fred

A-ha! 

 

Cosmo

Hanh? Oh, ho ho ho! How are ya there, little elf?

 

Fred

You, sir, are a fake! A phony! 

 

Cosmo

Oh, brother... 

 

Fred

What did you do with the real Santa Claus? Are you gonna come clean, or do I have to beat it out of ya? Huh? 

 

Cosmo

You gotta be kiddin'.

 

Fred

Listen, if you're gonna play it that way, put up your dukes, you! 

 

Cosmo

You shouldn't have done that, kid. You should NOT have DONE that! 

 

   

 

   In a flash, Cosmo brings the elf down to his cave.

 

Frackle

What is that

 

Cosmo

This is an elf. The little bum knows that I'm not the real Santa Claus.

 

Fred

Indeed I do. You might as well give up, sir. My boys have this cave surrounded.

 

   

 

   Cosmo passes the elf to a big Frackle, who takes him down into a dungeon cell.

 

Cosmo

Well, I guess that ends that problem.

 

Lothar

I doubt it.

 

Cosmo

What's your trouble? 

 

Lothar

Well, may the humble Lothar ask a question of you, oh mountain of mentality?

 

Cosmo

Shoot.

 

Lothar

What are you gonna do when the other elves find out that this one is missing?

 

Cosmo

Hmmm. Never thought of that. I guess we'll have to replace him, and hope that no one notices...

 

   

 

   Up in the workshop, the elves are busy, singing their happy song. 

 

Elves

We're Zippety! Skippety! Hoppity! Bing! Bong!

 

Frackle

... and Fred.

 

   

 

   

 

Cosmo

Congratulations, they really think you're Fred. 

 

Hoppity

Santa?

 

Cosmo

Yeah?

 

Hoppity

I don't think that's Fred.

 

 

   Cosmo grabs Hoppity, and brings him down to the cave.

 

 

Cosmo

He didn't think that was Fred! 

 

   

 

   Hoppity is tossed into the cell with Fred. They wonder what's happening topside...

 

   

 

   

 

   Another Frackle has infiltrated as Hoppity, and is passing unnoticed.

 

Zippety

Santa, I wonder if you'd mind checking over this list of... Santa! You're smoking a cigar! 

 

Cosmo

Well, either that or my head is on fire, so what?

 

Zippety

But... you didn't used to smoke. Something funny's going on around here!

 

   

 

   Soon, the elves have another roommate in their cell, and another Frackle takes his place. 

 

   

 

   The other elves have finally noticed something strange, and they approach Cosmo, who's reading a newspaper. They see him scratch under his beard -- and now they're prisoners, too. 

 

   

 

   Cosmo looks on approvingly as the Frackles sing a sarcastic anthem.

 

Frackles

We're happy little Christmas elves.

We never are forlorn.

We fill up all of Cosmo's shelves

With the money Christmas morn. 

 

   

 

Elves

We build a lot of pretty toys...

For all the little girls and boys...

 

   

 

Frackles

We're Snivelly, Snickery, Boppity, Snarl, Scoff... and Gloat! 

 

Cosmo

That's what I love, the true Christmas spirit!

 

   Cosmo and the Frackles chortle over their victory...

 

 

 

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