Post by Admin on Sept 22, 2009 7:38:17 GMT -6
REINDEER REVOLT 2 –THE SEARCH FOR RUDY
“Open up Santa!” shouted Dasher, pounding on the front door of the North Pole cottage, “Open this door or we’ll huff and we’ll puff (oh sorry wrong story) . . . or we’ll bust it down!” Heavy, hurrying footsteps could be heard pounding in the cottage toward the front door. Suddenly it opened to show a puzzled Santa starting out all them with a green cucumber face mask that Mrs. Claus swore would make all those wrinkles disappear. “What’s wrong Dasher?” he asked looking from one reindeer to another; Donner and Blitzen were there too. Vixen was as the back of the group comforting a grieving Clarice. Clarice? “What’s this all about,” Santa asked, “Where’s Rudy?” He eyes kept going back to the sobbing Clarice. “Like you don’t know!” shouted Comet. “What have you done with Rudy?” Prancer yelled in his face. Clarice cried even harder. Santa was astonished – Rudy was gone? Worst of all they seemed to think it was his fault! “We got that whole contract thing taken care of last year,” Santa said, “Why would I want anything to happen to him? We’re practically partners now.” “Lies!” Shrieked Clarice “We know you took him! He fought you and tore this off of you!” A hush then a gasp filled the air as Clarice threw down a triangular piece of red cloth with a bit of white fluff at the edge. “You can’t deny it”, Blitzen said, stomping his hooves, “This is part of your suit.” “But I’m not even wearing my suit now.” Santa stepped out and held his arms out. He was in his favorite “around the house clothes”: worn out, thin, dirty white undershirt with a hideous pair of Hawaiian print bermuda shorts. Mrs. Claus had gotten them for him during their one and only trip to the Bahamas many, many years ago. “You can go thru my closet if you want.” Santa said, opening the door wider. Reindeer, rabbits, elves and more poured through and spread out among the house. Mrs. Claus stepped up and said, “Everyone better wipe their feet before they track whole lotta dirt thru my house! Follow me and I’ll take you straight to Santa’s closet.” Most of them followed Mr. & Mrs. Claus down the hall to an empty bedroom. (The rest slunk off to the kitchen to nip from the cookie jar). “Why does Santa sleep in an empty room?” asked a slightly leaning reindeer named Tripod. “Because,” Mrs. Claus answered, “his Santa suits are so thick I wouldn’t have room for my clothes in my own closet. So I put all his Christmas clothes in this room.” They all jammed together to peer into the closet. Neatly hung were four Santa Suits along with 4 sets of black boots on the floor. Dasher pushed thru and carefully examined each of the suits. “They are all intact.” He said. “Not a tear on any of them.” As they all backed out of the house a couple mumbles of apologies could be heard, “. . . sorry Santa . . .” “. . . it did look awfully suspicious . . .” “. . . we thought . . . “. Many of them still looked as though they didn’t believe him. Clarice was glaring angrily at him as she walked by. As Mrs. Claus shut the door behind the last one Santa shook his head. “But we still don’t know what happened to Rudy!” he exclaimed.
With only a week before Christmas, morale within the reindeer community was getting low. Rudy was still missing. Clarice stopped screaming of conspiracies and started making phone calls of her own. As she walked out to the mailbox she noticed several envelopes that had no return addresses. She opened them both up only to discover that they were both ransom notes; both with different ransom amounts and drop off information.
“But how do we know which one is the real one?” asked Blitzen. The Reindeer called for an emergency community meeting and they had passed both notes around for scrutiny. “Do we pay both or neither?” asked Vixen. “Maybe we should consider the Sheriff’s help.” Donner brought up. “Those guys?” jumped in Dasher, “They work for whoever has the most money. Right now that isn’t us.” Comet spoke up “I still think its Santa. He wants more money. He’s a greedy fat guy!” Voices rose and arguments ensued. “Quiet!” roared a deep, loud voice. All mouth closed and all head swiveled around as their eyes went to the voice. Jimmy Hoofa stood at the back of the room. “Rudy being gone is just harder on Santa. Without Rudy, Santa can’t DO Christmas.” Jimmy went on, “So Santa taking Rudy would make no sense at all but he still might have just for the money. He’s not the smartest human I’ve ever met. I’m thinking that someone else is aiming to cash in on our losing Rudy. One of those ransom notes is a fake. We just have to figure out which one. Once we do that, the other one will lead us right to Rudy. But we also have to check out Santa and those traitorous elves of his. We got some planning to do!”
“Mrs. Claus!” shrieked Sugarplum Mary, running up the driveway clutching several pieces of paper in her hand. Santa and Mrs. Claus both met up with her on the porch. “We got two ransom notes,” she panted, “both for Rudy!” Santa took the letters from her outstretched hand and read the ransom notes, with Mrs. Claus reading over his shoulder. “We don’t have this kind of money!” Santa said. “I do Christmas out of love for the children of the world. I don’t get paid for it.” “But why are there two of them?” asked Sugarplum Mary, “they are for different amounts and want the money dropped off at the different times and places; almost as if they were mailed by different kidnappers.”
Sugarplum Mary called a meeting. Toy production had been suspended temporarily until they could locate Rudy. Sugarplum Mary held up her hands for silence. For such a small elf she took charge with ease and confidence. “Obviously one of these is from the real kidnapper and the other is a fake.” She told everyone. “I think the reindeer aren’t happy with the contract they got last year and have gotten greedy.” “You think they want more money?” Santa moaned from the corner where he sat gloomily. Mrs. Claus patted his shoulder. “Where are we going to get this kind of money?” yelled one Elf. “We don’t really work for money either!” “I think we should go over there and bust some reindeer chops!” yelled Elfbo. “Yeah, let’s get em!” shouted one of the many Bodeen men (which one was hard to say as many of them looked alike). After the initial shouting match died down Sugarplum Mary stood up on a chair and said, “Look! Right now we can’t trust any reindeer. But we need to find out which is the right ransom note. We need to do some investigating. We may have to talk to the sheriff too. We also need to try to collect enough money for the real ransom. We have to get Rudy back or there will be no Christmas!”
This story line (along with the scenario aspect of it) was written by: Veronica "Medusa" Smith with many many thanks from
Darkhorse Scenario Productions
