It was a beautiful day in the North Pole. The elves were busy making toys, while Bernard, the head elf, watched over them. Santa was checking his list, with his wife by his side.

"Oh. Looks like little Bobby's been naughty." He said to her.

"I guess he'll get coal then." She replied. "But look, his sister, Cindy has been very good."

"Well, then I hope he doesn't get angry that she gets presents." Bernard burst through the door.

"Oh, am I interrupting?" He asked, nervously. When they shook their heads, he was relieved. "Well, uh... Santa... I can't find Curtis." Santa got up quickly.

"Honey, stay here." She nodded, and sat down. He followed Bernard through the toyshop. "Are you sure you looked everywhere?"

"I checked everywhere, Santa." His ears perked up as he heard music coming the kitchen. Bernard knew at once Curtis was in there and went in. They found Curtis, lying on the floor, looking very sick. Bernard shut off the music and Curtis looked at him. There were cookie crumbs all over the floor. "Eating the cookies, huh?"

"Don't forget the cocoa." An elf named Abby said, looking angry. "I just got in here and found him." She stomped out of the room.

"Curtis..." Santa said, sitting next to him. "This is the third time this week. You've got to cut the sweets."

"I'll try..." He said weakly.

"No, you won't try. You will cut the sweets." Bernard said, crossing his arms.

"You're one to talk. Santa told me you ate food at his ex wife's house."

"Oh, shut up. I just ate some of the bird and a burrito. I never finished either of them." He finished, shooting a look at Santa. He sighed and left the kitchen. Curtis was turning green and Santa could tell something was happening. He hauled him to his feet. He ran out as fast as he could. Santa heard a 'bleh.' It was pretty obvious Curtis threw up.

"Curtis!" Bernard yelled. "I just had this cleaned!" He stomped up the stairs, and stuck his shirt in the washing machine. He took out a spare and put it on. "Stupid Curtis."

After a few hours of sulking, Bernard went downstairs. Curtis was lying on the couch. He smirked, as he grabbed a dirty rag from the kitchen. He walked near to Curtis, who was sleeping. He then dropped the rag on his face. He awoke.

"What's the big idea?" He yelled. "EEWWW! You're sick, Bernard."

"If I'm so sick, then why did you throw up on me?"

"I couldn't help it."

"Yes, you could. You didn't have to eat all of those sweets."

"Yes I did. They were calling to me. The cookies were saying, 'Curtis, eat us. Eat us!'" Bernard grabbed the rag again and threw it on Curtis's face. He took the rag off and threw it back. Bernard ducked and it hit Santa in the face.

"Curtis..." He said, with the rag still on his face. "Don't do that." He took it off. "Go up to your room and stay there." Curtis glared at Bernard as he walked away.
"I swear I'll get you back."

"I'll be waiting." He smiled.

Curtis was planning on how to get Bernard back. He had no idea how, though.

"There has to be some way to get him to lose his job." He whispered to himself. "Let's think, Curtis. I got it!" He hurried off into Bernard's bedroom, where he could hear the shower running. "Hey, Bernard!" He yelled.

"What do you want?" Bernard yelled back. "I'm a little busy."

"Oh, are you stinky?"

"Shut up, Curtis."

"What's the point of taking a shower?"

"Let me tell you something. A clean elf, is a happy elf. If you stink, no one can work." Curtis laid down on Bernard's bed. He heard the shower being turned off. And after a few minutes, bathroom door was starting open. Bernard stood there, fully dressed, hair dripping wet.

"Let me tell you something, Bernard." He smirked. "A clean elf, is a gay elf." He started to run, as Bernard was chasing him.
"Get back here, you little freak!" He yelled. As they were running, they bumped right into Santa and knocked him over. "Santa! Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." He got up. "What are you doing?"

"He's trying to kill me, Santa." Curtis yelled out.

"Bernard?" Santa turned to his head-elf. "If you're going to try to kill my elve, then I'm afraid you can't be head-elf anymore." Bernard's eyes turned to complete terror.

"W-what?" He stuttered. Tears were forming in his eyes. It had been so long since he cried.

"I'm sorry." He said, turning away from the crying elf. Curtis smirked.

"I told you I'd get you back." Bernard ignored Curtis and sadly walked up to his bedroom.