Friday's Grinchmas Carol!, Part 1: How The Thug Stole Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas
And... oops. Wrong rhyming story.
T'was Xmas eve
And Monday the dweeb
Was out buying gifts
When his very rotten cousin
Came and greeted him with an ear-flick
"Watch'a doin', dweeb?" asked Friday
"Buying gifts!" shouted Monday, walking away
"Gifts cost so much!" said Friday "Why're you wasting your time?"
"Why are you trying to rhyme?"
"I see what you mean..."
"And stop calling dweeb!"
And that's where the conversation stopped
If people spend so much
Buying Christmas presents
Aw, what the fudge
This rhyming isn't exactly all that pleasent
But either way
Somebody got an idea
And their name was Fridaaaay!
"I'll start selling gifts!" Friday told to Homer
"But..." started Homer, but when Friday interrupted, Homer's little speech was over
"I'll just sell this crap!" said Friday "I'm good at ripping people off!"
Then he gave Homer a hat with antlers and a red clown nose, just like Rudolph
Look out, look out
Friday Claus is comin' ta town!
TO BE CONTINUED..... MAYBE....
Gromlins, Part 1
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" screamed Friday, running from the tiny green creatures.
"How could such a terrible thing have happened?!?!" asked Homer.
"And on Christmas?!?!" added Monday.
EARLIER THAT WEEK....
"Why does Homer need a gift from me?" Friday said to himself. "I've given him everything!"
"Not everything..." interrupted a Batman cosplayer. "Not yet."
"What?" asked Friday.
"I'm the hero Gotham deserves!" added the Batfreak. "But not the one it needs! Maybe the one it wants! It's confusing, but it's really cool when you think about it...."
Suddenly a cop ran up and chased off the cosplayer with a taser.
"Get back here, you nerdy drunk!" yelled the cop.
"That was a little uncalled for...." mumbled Friday.
"Hey, you wanna get your friend a present?" said a pre-teen walking up to Friday.
"Oh, great, another crazy person...." started Friday. "POLICE!!!"
"No!" said the pre-teen. "My Grandpa owns a shop."
"Okay, seeya!" said Friday, starting to walk away.
"I'M NOT FINISHED!" yelled the pre-teen, clearly annoyed.
"Just cut to the chase!" shouted Friday. "I REALLY need to take a dump right now."
"Ew...." groaned the pre-teen.
"Okay, I'll make it Christmasy!" yelled Friday. "I need to wreck the halls with stuff that's smelly."
"Very Christmasy...." mumbled the boy.
"Thank you!" replied Friday.
"Anyways, my Grandpa has somethin' cool in his shop!" said the pre-teen.
"Hey, kid, do you have a name?" asked Friday.
"Yeah, it's 'pre-teen', haven't you been reading the story?" asked the kid.
"Not really, it lost me at the part with the Batfreak...." confessed Friday.
"Well, pay more frickin' attention!" ordered the kid.
"Okay, okay...." groaned Friday.
ALSO TO BE CONTINUED.... MAYBE.....