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| Who needs a mole when you have Christmas Mouse? |
You know all about my recent rash of hostility between me and the Elves on Shelves, and I'm sure you're aware of all the trouble I went through to quell the bogus Naughty Reports the Elves were submitting about me to the North Pole Behavior Reporting System this Holiday Season.
For a while, it seemed as though the Elves on Shelves were one step ahead of me, constantly, and I wondered if I were that easy to figure out, or if the Elves on Shelves just have some kind of strange Elvish pre-cognition or something, that allowed them to know exactly which moves I planned to make before I even knew I planned to make them!
No. They had help. They had help in the form of Christmas Mouse, with whom I already had something of a shaky friendship after Christmas Mouse ate the last hunka XXX Sharp Cheddar Cheese on the day after Thanksgiving. I figured out the treachery of that big-eared, needle-nosed, skinny-tailed rodentine rat when I came down with a cold and couldn't go to Gramma's for a week. Suddenly, not only did I find equal footing with the Elves on Shelves in our battle, but I found myself outflanking them.
Hmmmm.
Turns out Christmas Mouse was slipping the Elves valuable intelligence he'd overhear me planning with my staunch allies at Gramma's house, whose identities I will protect.
Well, I'll tell ya what. Tonight, Santa's picking up the Elves on Shelves I captured and he's taking them home to the North Pole. And when I get to Gramma's house tomorrow, Christmas Mouse and I are going to have an uncomfortable conversation. Uncomfortable for Christmas Mouse, anyways.
Merry Christmas Eve, Friends Who Didn't Rat Me Out to the Elves on Shelves this Holiday Season! I love ya lots! Muah!
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