Dr. Sloth’s Big, Bad, Christmas Heist
"Done!" Sara exclaimed, gleefully.
The blue Gelert named Sara tottered on the tiny
ladder that she stood on. She had just attached that gold, star with blue diamonds
outlining it to the very top of the Christmas tree that she and her sister,
a blue Peophin named Hana.
Sara stepped off of the small, yellow ladder,
and sighed happily. She placed her paws on her hips as she admired the wonderful
Christmas tree that the siblings had decorated. The dark green Christmas tree
was adorned with red and blue, round, glass ornaments and red and green ribbons.
Strings of popcorn and tinsel were wrapped around the tree, along with beautiful
Christmas lights. All together, the tree was astonishing.
Sara and Hana's owner, Glenna, walked into the
room, holding carrying two cups of hot cocoa. "Wow, guys, it looks great!" Glenna
smiled when she saw the wondrous tree. She handed the hot cocoa to Hana and
Sara, who quickly took to gulping the hot refreshment down.
"Oh!" Sara cried. "You put tiny marshmallows
in it! Thanks, Mom!"
"Well, it's getting rather dark, don't you think?"
she said to her pets. "I think you might want to head to bed now! The sooner
you go to bed, the quicker midnight approaches, when Santa Claus brings us presents!!"
"Yeah, you're right!" Hana smiled.
"C'mon," Sara said to her sister, "let's get
Sara and Hana giggled as they bolted down a
hallway and into their bedroom. Sara's bed was on one side of the completely
pink room, and Hana's was on the other. The two girls plopped into bed, reached
to their bedside tables, and turned off their lamps.
"Good night, Hana," Sara said, sleepily.
"Good night, Sara," Hana replied.
"This plan is foolproof!" Dr. Sloth exclaimed
as he jerked a mug of coffee off of his desk and took a rather large sip out
of it. He spun around in his rolling chair twice, and then hopped to his feet,
"It's Christmas!" he yelled. "Everyone is carefree
at this time of the year! They're too preoccupied with giving gifts to… what
do you call those things again… oh, yes! Friends! Too busy giving gifts to…
"friends", too busy decorating their homes to show their Christmas cheer,
TOO BUSY PUTTING OUT COOKIES AND MILK FOR JOLLY, OLD SANTA CLAUS!"
Dr. Sloth spun around on one foot, his black
robe rustling in the wind.
"It will cost me 1 billion Neopoints to start
and finish building my Ultra Ray Gun 4000… er… copyright Virtupets Incorporated,
of course," Sloth stared out of a window on the Virtupets Space Station, eyeing
the planet of Neopia. "And by pretending to be Santa Claus… well… let's just
say that there's more than 4000 pets out there with homes… and I'm sure they
have a Neopoint or two to spare for good old Slothy…"
Sloth then threw his head back and began laughing
maniacally. "Muahaha… muahahaha… MUAHAHAHA!"
A small, Blue Grundo waddled into the room,
a small, green hat on his head and a clipboard in his hand. "Um… Dr. Sloth…
"Yes, Orthox, what is it?!" Dr. Sloth demanded
grumpily, annoyed that his celebrating had been interrupted.
"Er… your Santa Claus costume is here…" the
Grundo placed his hands behind his back.
"Oh, excellent!" Dr. Sloth grinned. "Fetch it
"Yes sir." The Grundo bowed and exited the room
that Dr. Sloth was in. A few minutes later, the Grundo returned, carrying red
pants, black boots, a red coat, a red hat, and a fake, white beard.
Dr. Sloth snatched the uniform out of the Grundo's
hands and disappeared behind a screen. It only took him a few seconds to change
out of his black robe and into his Santa suit. Dr. Sloth walked from behind
the screen and looked at himself in a rather large mirror hanging on the wall.
"Wow, this suit sure is spiffy!" Sloth spun
around, admiring the red suit. The Grundo couldn't help but giggle a bit.
Sloth glared menacingly at the Grundo. "ORTHOX!!
Have you got the sleigh ready?"
"Um… partially…" the Grundo looked around the
"And what do you mean by… 'partially'?" Sloth
placed his hands on his hip.
"Well, we have the correct sleigh, of course!"
the Grundo removed his hands from behind his back. "But… well… it's that Air
Faerie we captured! She won't give the sleigh the power of flight!"
"Bring her to me this instant!" Sloth commanded.
The Grundo rolled his eyes and sighed as he
walked into the same room that he retrieved the Santa costume from. He returned
moments later, holding a very small Air Faerie that was sealed in a small, glass
Sloth grabbed the jar out of the Grundo's hand,
and glared at the Air Faerie concealed within it. "You! Faerie!" he yelled.
He then discovered that the Air Faerie was asleep.
Gritting his teeth, Sloth shook the jar very rapidly and aggressively. The Air
Faerie was rudely awoken. While rubbing her head and grunting, the Air Faerie
sat up and looked to her left.
"Sloth!" she gasped.
"Faerie!" Sloth bellowed. "Why won't you make
my sleigh fly, eh?!"
"Because… I don't want to…?" the Air Faerie
shrugged and lay back down.
Sloth let his anger get the best of him, and
threw the glass jar at the wall to the right of him. The Grundo gasped and ducked
when he noticed the glass jar hurtling towards him, and the jar slammed against
the wall, shattering into several pieces.
The Air Faerie fell to the ground with a soft
THUD! "Ow! What was that for?!"
Sloth walked over to where the jar came in contact
with the wall and bent down on his knees. He snatched the faerie up off the
ground and held her to his face, where she could feel his hot and steamy breath.
"Listen, Air Faerie, either you make my sleigh take flight, or I'll feed you
"Eek!" the Air Faerie suddenly took Sloth a
threat to her. "Okay! Okay! I'll do it… but if I wasn't being held against my
will… I wouldn't!"
"Whatever," Sloth murmured as he took the Faerie
into a door to the left. Sloth took the faerie down a rather long hallway, and
entered a door at the end of the hallway. Inside the room, was none other than
Dr. Sloth's sleigh. The sleigh was very big, and a dark grey. Attached to the
sleigh was nine, helpless Raindorfs, cowering in fear as they saw Sloth.
Sloth just stood in the doorway for a minute,
smiling and admiring his wondrous sleigh. The Grundo that presented the Santa
costume and the Air Faerie to Sloth then entered the room, curious of what exactly
was to happen.
"Um… Dr. Sloth, sir? Why did you attach Raindorfs
to the sleigh?" the Grundo questioned Dr. Sloth.
Dr. Sloth's eyes darted around the room. "Um…
Sloth spun around and kicked the door shut,
making sure the Air Faerie wasn't going anywhere.
"Faerie, you know what to do," Sloth grinned
The Air Faerie rolled her eyes and scoffed as
she flew over to the sleigh and stared at it.
"This sleigh is, like, ugly," said the Air Faerie.
Sloth coughed, pointing to a door with a sign
reading "The Imitation Turmaculus's Florg's Room" nailed to it.
The Air Faerie gasped chokingly, and then placed
both hands on the dark grey sleigh. She closed her eyes for just a moment, and
then opened them suddenly. Her eyes were completely white, but were glowing
amazingly. A gust of wind tore through the room the sleigh was in, and the sleigh
began to glow. And then, the Air Faerie let go of the sleigh. It stopped glowing,
and so did her eyes.
"All right," the Air Faerie began, panting,
"this sleigh can now fly."
"Thank you for your cooperation," Sloth smiled.
The Air Faerie smiled too, "You're welcome!"
Sloth laughed happily for a few seconds, and
then began to chuckle evilly. Small furrows formed in the Air Faerie's forehead
as she watched Sloth laugh his heart out. Sloth suddenly darted forward, grabbed
the Air Faerie, and stuffed her in a brand new glass jar.
"Hey! Let me out!" the Air Faerie screamed in
horror as she kicked and beat against the glass walls of the jar.
Sloth walked across the room and pushed the
door to Florg's room open. He tossed the jar inside, and then quickly slammed
the door shut and locked it. Sloth and the Grundo heard the shattering of glass,
and then several screams and roars.
The Grundo simply stared at Sloth with wide
"What?" Sloth shrugged. "Florg works for me.
That's when Sloth hopped into his dark grey
sleigh, his Santa costume on. He grabbed the reins of the Raindorfs and tugged
on them. The sleigh began to hover above ground, the Raindorfs doing nothing.
In fact, half of them were asleep. It was all the Faerie's magic that was lifting
"Orthox, open the doors," Sloth said to the
The Grundo nodded his head, and exited the room,
proceeding to the control room. Minutes later, alarms wailed and red lights
flashes as the doors directly in front of Sloth slowly opened.
"Raindorfs! Kick! Move forward!" Sloth demanded.
He tugged hard on the reins, waking the Raindorfs up. The obeyed, and began
to kick their hooves. Soon enough, Sloth's sleigh was out of the space station
and in outer space, heading straight for Neopia.
"Raindorfs, make your way to that planet down
there, immediately!" Sloth tugged on the reins. As he watched Neopia get closer
and closer to the sleigh, Dr. Sloth threw his head back and laughed as diabolically
Hours had gone by since the incident with Dr.
Sloth and getting his sleigh to fly occurred. Sara and Hana were sound asleep
in their beds, most likely dreaming of Christmas. That's when Sara awoke to
the sound of a very loud THUD on the roof.
Sara shot up in her bed, sweating. "What was
that?!" she whispered.
Sara turned to her right to see that Hana was
sound asleep in her bed. Sara threw the covers off of her and hopped out of
bed. She stepped into her Fluffy Cybunny Slippers and put the pink robe lying
at the end of her bed on.
"Wake up, Hana!" Sara whispered as she shook
"Hmmmmmm…" Hana moaned sleepily. "What is it,
"I heard a crash on the roof!" Sara threw Hana's
covers off of her bed.
Hana simply let her head fall to the pillow
and inhaled. A few seconds went by, and Hana's eyes shot open. "Crash on the
"You don't think…" Sara started, looking down
at her slippers.
"SANTA!" the two girls screamed at once.
"Oh my gosh! Come on!" Sara exclaimed.
Hana hopped out of her bed, and the two rushed
out of their bedroom and down the hall. They burst into the living room and
hid behind a cream-coloured couch, eying the fireplace.
"Let's wait for him to come down the chimney…"
Hana said, peeking over the top of the couch.
"Yeah…" Sara agreed to do so.
The two waited for a little while, watching
the fireplace without blinking. That's when they heard grunting from up the
chimney. Small bits of rock and dust fell from chimney, and then two rather
"Oh my gosh, it's Santa!" Sara whispered excitedly.
A large figure emerged from out of the fireplace,
its back to Sara and Hana. The figure brushed the dust and ash off of its red
coat, and then coughed and wheezed.
"The people need to sweep their chimney once
in a while! Ugh!" exclaimed the figure.
The figure sighed and plopped onto the couch
that Sara and Hana hid behind. Sara and Hana simply stared at one another with
extremely wide eyes. The figure, dressed up in a Santa suit, reached over to
the coffee table in front of him and grabbed a cookie that Sara left out. He
swallowed it whole.
Sara finally gathered the courage to emerge
from behind the couch. She lifted herself off of the ground very slowly and
quietly, and then walked in front of the figure that she was sure was Santa
The figure's red hat was pulled over its eyes,
so Sara was not able to get a good look at its face.
"Um… hello…? Santa?" Sara placed her hands behind
"What?!" the figure snapped, lifting the hat
off of his eyes.
When Sara saw the figure's face, she was actually
quite shocked. "Santa?!"
Dr. Sloth gasped and hopped put of the couch,
causing the couch to fall backwards and trap. "Hey!" Hana cried, trying to get
the heavy couch off of her.
"What do you want, ki-er, I mean… ho, ho,
ho! Merry Christmas!" Sloth fake laughed.
"Santa! I can't believe it's really you!" Sara
"Yes, it's me, Santa! HO HO HO!!" Sloth fake
laughed again, but this time coughing at the end.
"Santa! Did you get me what I wanted?!" Sara
questioned Dr. Sloth.
"Erm… yes, yes I did!" Sloth shrugged.
"What DID I want?"
"Um… a bicycle!"
"No, silly! World peace!"
"Oh… yes… that's right! World peace! That's
what I meant to say! I was just testing you to-erm-see if YOU knew what you
Sara cocked an eyebrow.
"And, I can get you that world peace VERY easily!"
"All I need… is your owner's Neopoints! I need
ALL the Neopoints she has! World peace is a very expensive thing, you know."
"Well… go fetch it! Get me all of your owner's
Neopoints! And all of YOUR Neopoints as well!"
Sara nodded, and then bolted out of the living
room and into the hallway.
"Does Sloth think I'm really that STUPID?!"
Sara whispered to herself. "It's so obvious that it's him! That's not Santa
out there! It's Dr. Sloth! And he wants all of our Neopoints! What to do… what
Sara began pacing in the hallway.
"I'm waiting!" Sloth called to her, singsong.
"Just a second!" Sara called back to Sloth.
"Hmm… the closet!" Sara finally came up with
She snuck into her owner's bedroom without making
a peep, and opened her closet door. Sara pushed aside all of the many clothes
articles and finally came across two paper bags.
"These are the Christmas presents that Mom is
going to put underneath the Christmas tree!" Sara whispered.
She reached into the paper bag labeled 'Sara's
Presents' without looking inside, as not to spoil the Christmas surprise.
"Mom always gets this for us… I know it's in
here! I don't even have to look inside! I know just how it feels!"
Finally, she felt it. Sara grabbed a small,
mesh bag out of the paper bag and examined it. It was a bag of Gold Chocolate
"I wish I could eat some of these chocolate
coins this Christmas," Sara sighed. "But I just have to get Dr. Sloth out of
the house! Who knows what that guy is capable of?!"
Sara gripped the bag of chocolate coins tightly
as she darted out of her owner's closet and back into the living room.
"Welcome back," Sloth sneered. "Where are my
"Here they are, Mr. Santa Claus!" Sara smiled
as she handed the coins over the Dr. Sloth.
Sloth took the coins put of the small, mesh
bag and examined them. He seemed suspicious. Sloth placed half of the coin in
his mouth… and bit down.
Sara could only stand there, gaping, as the
coin was crushed under Dr. Sloth's immense teeth. Sloth eyed the half of the
coin that he had not put in his mouth, and unwrapped the golden aluminium foil
that covered it.
"You FOOL!" Sloth bellowed, tossing the chocolate
coin to the floor and stepping on it. "I am not an idiot! These coins are fake!
I want REAL Neopoints, and I want it NOW! And if I don't get my coins, I'll-"
Sara shut her eyes as she waited for Sloth to
finish his sentence, but only her a rather loud THUD! and the sound of
someone falling to the ground. Sara slowly opened her eyes to find her owner
with a book in her hands, standing over Sloth who lay on the floor, moaning.
"Mom!" Sara cried happily.
She lunged forward and hugged her owner.
"Mom! How did you know that this whole thing
was going on?!" Sara suddenly questioned her owner, Glenna.
"I didn't," Glenna shrugged. "I heard you come
into my room and get stuff out of the closet. I followed you down the hall,
and watched you talking to Dr. Sloth. Wow! I couldn't believe he was here! That's
when I noticed he was starting to get ugly with you. I grabbed a book that was
lying on the floor, ran up to Sloth, and whacked him on the head! Heh… it was
"Well… thanks a million, Mom!" Sara smiled and
hugged her owner once again.
"You're welcome," Glenna said. "Now, what do
we do about Slothy?"
"Hmm… oh, I know!" Sara exclaimed. She grabbed
Sloth's arms and tugged him all the way to the front door. She kicked the door
open and brought him outside.
Furrows appeared in Glenna's brow as she exited
the living room and went outside. There, she found Sara wrapping Christmas lights
around an unconscious Dr. Sloth. She leaned Sloth against the wall of the house,
"The first ever Christmas Edition Dr. Sloth
Statue!" Sara hopped up and down, leaving footprints in the snow.
"Clever," Glenna smiled. "Now, let's get to
bed! It's about 2:00 in the morning, and we don't want to wake up at about 4:00
PM on Christmas day! Now, do we?"
Sara laughed, and the two ran back inside and
into their bedrooms, where they plopped into bed and shut their eyes. But, as
young Sara tried desperately to fall asleep, she couldn't help but think that
she was forgetting something; something that was trapped in the living room,
under the couch.
"Hmm…" Sara tried to think of what it could
be that she was forgetting.
Eventually, Sara shrugged it off and fell to
sleep. Oh, what a wonderful Christmas she had had that day. It was one Christmas
that that Blue Gelert would NEVER forget.
A/N: Merry Christmas to everyone out there! Remember; never let a green
chicken dressed as Santa Claus into your house! Bad things can happen!