“Hey there you seem really nice and I think we should be buddies and hang out and do stuff and we can play or do whatever you want it’s totally cool with me because I’m super mellow and I promise I won’t bug you or get on your nerves and stuff so can we be buddies now, OK bye.”
On assignment deep within enemy territory, the secret agent lurks unseen to gather vital intelligence, relying only on stealth to survive. The successful spy must pass unseen in a crowd, hide in plain sight, leave no trace, for to be discovered means certain death.
The hot springs were usually a place for tranquil meditation. But not for JoJo — at least, not today. His terrible secret left his stomach knotted and his shoulders heavy with shame. Unable to invent a plausible explanation for the mysterious bubbles, JoJo tearfully confessed to his friend that, in fact, it was he who dealt it.
The holidays had been good for Miss Camelia Poofybutt. The home was filled with friends and relations, each one ready with a belly rub and pat on the head. The lavish dinner was enjoyed by all, with many sumptuous morsels “accidentally” falling from the table for her to enjoy. Later she sat by the fire, filled with food, friendship, and the peace of another year well spent. With the new year fast approaching, only one holiday tradition remained: The annual savage dismemberment of The Elf on the Shelf.