Welcome to micro Terrors, scary stories for kids where it's always the spooky season,
full of chills, thrills, and spine tingling spooks. Micro Terrors are
family friendly frights for those ages eight and up, and while our stories are
for younger years, we are still talking about things that go bump in the
night, and some children may not be able to handle what others can.
Parental consent is recommended now for tonights micro terror Operation Cornered Kringle, the rescue
sleigh pod blew through the snowy night, its bells jingling with urgency and Christmas
music dramatically blaring through the speaker system. The wind and snow blew hard in
the faces of the sleighs three occupants, but they didn't mind. They didn't
have time to mind. They were too focused on the mission. Three Northpoleon
elves, decked out in holiday hued stealth garments, commanded the aircraft reserved for
unthinkable matters like this one. Two minutes until we reach our target. Tinsel
Bottom, the brave leader of the Elf squad, informed his team, can
I get a snowfall reading Tricksy acute little tech Elf pulled up the readings on
the dashboard monitor just under it, foot of snow, mister pincil Bottom and
steel falling. Shall I engage the skis indeed, tinsel Bottom said. He
leaned over Tricksy's shoulder and swiped through the images on the monitor until he came
to a digital map at the neighborhood they were heading to. He zoomed in
on the target house and studied the roof layout. Given that Santass parked here,
tinsel Bottom said, pointing to a specific area on the roof, we
should be able to park here. He pointed to a secondary location on the
roof. This should be quick elves, tinsel Bottom said, addressing Trixy first
and then turning his attention to the yelp in the back of the sleigh pod.
He was the mysterious brute of the team. You wore a full beard
decorated in small ornaments. His hat was pulled down far enough to where his
eyes were barely visible. He smacked a piece of chewy peppermint in his mouth
and remained silent. You understand pear drop a quick and easy extraction. None
of the bells and whistles you crave, tinsel Bottom said, worried that pear
Drop's loose cannon personality could compromise the mission, just as it had so many
other times. The mission last Christmas saw a pair Drop fight off our herd
of lamas after landing on the wrong farm to retrieve a sack of missing presents.
The year before, he accidentally initiated Christmas a month early and had to
use a series of glitter flares to guide the reindeer back to the north Pole
before they were seen on radar. Do you understand, tinsel Bottom repeated.
Pair Drops smacked the peppermint between his lips again before responding yeah, yeah,
I hear you at tinsil Bottom. Tinsel Bottom nodded, hesitant to believe the
elf, but he had no choice. This was the team that was assembled
for him. Thirty seconds Tricksy announced, hitting a button on the dash that
unlatched the skis underneath the sleigh pod. Switching to stealth mound, she hit
another button which cloaked the pod from all radar detection. Prepare for landing,
tensil Bottom shouted over the music and wind. The sleigh pod zoomed through the
sky flew over a small neighborhood on the outskirts of town and then landed on
the roof of the target house, sliding to a stop next to Santa's sleigh,
which was helmed by his eight trusty and experienced reindeer. Tinsel Bottom hopped
out of the pod and approached the reindeer. An he updates from the Big
Man, he asked. Dasher, The deer at the front of the line
turned his head. Wow. Nice response time, He said, No,
no updates since the first transmission. It was also the last one. Tell
me again, so we have all the information, tinsel Bottom said, plugging
in an earpiece transmitter and pulling on a tactical vest lined with glitter bombs.
He earned himself with a peppermint shooter. Pair Drop did the same, only
instead of equipping a standard issue shooter, he opted for the more destructive candy
cane cannon. Dasher reiterated what he had reported to home base. Santa went
down to chimney and decided to eat the cookies first. He usually waits until
the end, but he said something about a raspberry filling that he just had
to try. He went silent for a couple of minutes and then came back
over the radio in a full blown panic. Shouting things about being quartered by
a toblerone. The signal cracked and went dead after that. We haven't heard
from him since. Toell Blarons, pair Drop scoffed the spike strips of the
candy World. Tinsel Bottom shook his head. There's got to be more to
it than that. Send the nose to step over Toberones. That's taught in
basic training. Training that he approved. Trixy pull up and telling the homeowners
please Trix. He tapped a few buttons on the sleigh pods monitor information on
the house and its owners flooded onto the screen. Trixy ran off the highlights.
The house was built in nineteen ninety two previous owners before the new occupants
took over five years ago. Jack and Wendy holleran no pets on record,
but they do have a helper monkey named Trixy. Stopped speaking and looked to
her squad leader to Blerone, no one corners, especially a monkey, pair
Drop growled with aggression. Tinsel Bottom turned back to Dasher. We'll get him
out of here. You guys will be back on course in no time.
We're just gonna have to do this carefully and organized. Tinsel Bottom turned back
to his squad, just in time to see pear Drop deposit himself into the
chimney. Hair Drop, he shouted, tricksy, hit the pod. Running.
Tincil Bottom ran across the snowy roof of the house and leaped into the
chimney. He hit the bottom, a large puff of soot swirled around him.
He coughed and crawled out into the festively decorated living room. The tree
was lit and glowing with every color of the rainbow. Santa's sack of gifts
sat unopened next to it. Pair Drop, tinsel Bottom called out in a
loud whisper. He scanned the room but didn't see his famously disobedient trooper anywhere.
He armed himself with his peppermint shooter and crept through the room. He
stepped on something that crunched beneath his pointy shoes. He looked down, lifting
his foot off a gooey red mess raspberry. He answered to himself. The
crunch beneath his shoes was a crumb from the cookie. Ahead of him,
he saw a trail of cookie crumbs. Tinsel Bottom stealthily followed the trail.
He tapped his earpiece and whispered back to the pod. Tricksy, do you
have a position on Santa or a Paar Drop? Trixie's voice cracked over the
earpiece. Yes, pure drops pining in the dining room. Santa's signal this
week, but it's coming from somewhere in the foyer. It's just past the
dining room. I have several heat signatures off bulb format. Stay frosty roger
that, tinsil Bottom responded. He aimed his peppermint shooter ahead and continued to
follow the cookie crumbs. They led him into the dining room. Garland and
lights were strung around the windows and on the mantle, giving a warm,
festive glow to the room. Across the room, ducked behind a decorative fern
was Pair Drop. He was positioned with candy cane cannon aimed into the next
room, the foyre. Tinsel Bottom tapped his earpiece again. Para Drop,
you have a visual, he asked. Absolutely. Peardrop's voice crackled over the
piece. I'm going to engage, no, tinsel Bottom whispered loudly. This
needs to be a smooth and buy the numbers extraction. No bellsy whistles.
Remember. Paar Drop didn't respond. And tinsel Bottom watched his trooper on the
other side of the room remove his earpiece, set it on the floor,
and smash it with his pointed shoe. Par Drop then grabbed an ornament shaped
glitter bomb from his tactical vest and launched it into the foyer. Tinsel Bottom
cringed as he waited for the impact. The glitter bomb shattered in the foyer,
rupturing into an explosion of colored smoke and sparkles. From within the disarray
of radiance and glitter, Toblerone emerged, flying through the colorful chaos. He
wore Santa's hat and screeched as he landed on pear Drop. Toberone flashed,
his teeth, sharp and dripping with saliva. He acted mannic like a rabid
security guard on the night shift. Pair Drop pulled the trigger on the candy
cane canon just as Toblerone clobbered him to the ground. A candy cane was
launched and shattered against the wall, sending sticky shards everywhere and filling the dining
room with the sweet scent of peppermint. Tinsel Bottom rushed in, aiming his
shooter. He pulled the trigger, popping off several rounds of peppermint candies,
they pelted Tobererone on his side and butt. The crazed monkey spun around and
screeched viciously at tinsel Bottom, his eyes burning with hostility. Tinsel Bottom,
in turn flipped on his laser scope and fired a peppermint directly into the animal's
mouth. Toberon snapped his jaws shut like a vice, smashing the candy,
and then seemed to actually enjoy its minty flavor. The diversion bought Para Drop
enough time to climb to his feet and used the hook end of his candy
cane shaped weapon to ge Toblerone back. But Toberone wasn't going down without a
fight. He thrashed and rolled around until he was free from the hook's grasp.
Tinsel Bottom advanced into the room, popping off round after round, peppering
Toberone continuously until he was able to slide into the foyer. Pear Drop aimed
his cannon again, but to Barone smacked it out of his grip with unrelenting
force. The cannon flew across the room, and the monkey screeched victoriously.
Paar Drop then ripped another glitter bomb off his vest and held it into the
air like he was about to smash it to the ground, like a magician
preparing to disappear in a cloud of smoke. To Blerone went silent, now
knowing what the glitter bombs were capable of, and he didn't like it.
His lips quivered with a mix of fear and anger. I'll do it,
Para Drop threatened. The two combatants stared into one another's eyes with a mutual
respect for each other's dedication and character. Tinsel Bottom rushed into the foyer,
scanning the room but not getting a visual on Santa. He tapped his earpiece
tricksy, where a small voice came over the speaker fifty lift. Tinsel Bottom
turned to his left and saw a closet door with raspberry fillings smeared on the
knob. He advanced again and opened the door. Santa cowered on the floor,
raspberry jelly caked into the hairs of his beard. Mister Tinselbottom, Santa
exclaimed. Tinsel Bottom smiled and tapped his earpiece. Subject recovered, he proudly
announced, while Para Drop held Toborone in place, but the thread of another
glitter explosion Santa set the presence under the tree before escaping back up the chimney.
Tinselbottom escorted him to his sledge, where he settled back in wait.
Santa exclaimed, my hat. He touched his freezing cold bald head and remembered
how Toberone stole it from him and teased him with an arrogant monkey dance.
I'm most Santo without my hat. Never fear, pear Drop shouted as he
flew from the chimney with Santa's hat it placed it upon his head. Christmas
is saved now thanks to you three, Santa said, just doing our job,
Sir tinsel Bottom said, giving Santa a fistbump. Go now you have
to make up for lost time. Mer Christmas elves, Santa shouted as he
commanded his eight reindeer to fly. Within seconds, they lifted off and were
out of sight. Tinsel Bottom and pear Drop climbed back into the sleigh pod
and Tricksy set the course for the north Pole. Pear Drop, good working
holding off Toberone with another glitter bomb. You were able to buy us the
time we needed, tinsel Bottom said. Honored to have been a part of
another successful mission, Thank you, mister tinsel Bottom. The monkey didn't seem
to lack those bombs. It was only logical to utilize them. So that
the sleigh pod lifted off the roof, and just as it was about to
soar away into the snowy night, pear Drop slyly pressed a button on his
remote detonator, causing a loud crack and boomed from the house below them,
and a volcanic geyser of red, green and gold glitter and smoke from the
chimney. The elves could hear Toberone's frantic shrieks from below as they flew away,
and pair Drop cranked up the Christmas tunes to drown him out. Thank
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