Yes, it's everyone's favorite season of snow… the season of winter… and the season to be greedy and receive lots of presents from people we don't know…


For those of you who are fans of LittleKuriboh's Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Series, you'll probably know that LittleKuriboh himself wouldn't have time to whip up a Christmas special because he was dealing with a cold. D= Personally, I was kind of sad to hear this, though I didn't take it personally. ;)


You know, the first time I did a Christmas fic, it was a Yu-Gi-Oh! GX fic that was a parody of Dr. Seuss's How the Grinch Stole Christmas (with everyone's favorite girly teacher, Dr. Crowler, playing the Grinch). Unfortunately, that story no longer exists, mainly because I felt that it was just… bad, in a way (but I dunno)… =(

Fortunately, I've brought my Grinch parody back, except now, it's going to be a Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's fic! =D …Yeah, I'm aware that there aren't much 5D's fans anywhere (including LK), but I still hope you enjoy it.

Also, you know how I've used the characters' English dubbed names for my Yu-Gi-Oh! GX oneshot fics? Well, for the 5D's anime, I'll be using the characters' original (Japanese) names instead of their English dubbed names, just to make you all happy, especially for this time of year. ;D

So here's… THE 411!

Full Summary: Placido is one of those 5D's baddies who obviously hates Christmas really much. And after reading a classic Dr. Seuss story which this very story parodies, Placido and his cohorts, Lucciano and Jose, devise a plot to ruin Christmas for Neo Domino (or at least they try to do it, anyway).

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, or any other Yu-Gi-Oh! anime that Kazuki Takahashi, the series' actual creator, may come up with. I also do not own How the Grinch Stole Christmas, and I am not nor was I ever related to Dr. Seuss in any form of way. The only things I own are my old computer with poor performance, my poor writing skills, and my intoxicated sense of humor.

Oh, and when you see sentences that are [almost] completely in italicized font like this, that means that there is some narrating going on in the story. Just saying.

Hope you enjoy it, everybody! =D RER!


T'was the day before Christmas,
and all through the town,
everyone was excited;
there was not a single frown!

The reason to be excited
was on the very next day
would be the day of Christmas;
and it was practically on its way!

Yes, it was indeed the day before Christmas in the populous city of Neo Domino; and this was going to be a very special holiday to celebrate! You see, ever since Yusei Fudo of the once infamous Satellite, and his two friends, Jack Atlas and Crow Hogan, fought in the final battle against the dark signers, a bridge was constructed to honor the event. Thus, the two nations of Neo Domino and Satellite have finally made peace with each other.

Here at this moment, we see Yusei Fudo, a tall man with a serious expression on his face, and a hairdo that was a complete rip-off of Yugi Muto's. He was just staring at the city's many citizens taking part in the traditional activities such as donating to charity, hanging up Christmas decorations, and everyone's favorite holiday tradition of the last-minute Christmas shopping.

He was admiring—if that would be an appropriate word to use—all of that until a voice behind him suddenly broke his concentration. "Hey, Yusei!" Yusei immediately turned his head and found that the voice belonged to none other than Crow Hogan, who was slightly shorter than Yusei with spiky orange hair and a piercing in his left eyebrow.

"Hey, Crow," smiled Yusei. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing," answered Crow. "I'm just doing the usual: the admiration of the snow, the decision of what presents I want to get for my best buds, all that stuff… That, and I want to tell you that I found the perfect solution to finally beat Aki in a snowball fight!"

"Let me guess: you lost to her again?" asked Yusei, raising an eyebrow.

"IT WAS A TIE!" shouted Crow. He slipped off the backpack he carried with him, and took out some kind of multi-blaster gun. "Behold!"

"What is that thing?" asked Yusei, looking at the weapon.

"This, my friend," Crow proudly presented, "is the almighty Snowballer 6000! Equipped with the state-of-the-art snowball fighting technology, this bad boy is sure to pummel Aki to a pulp with these snowballs!"

"Good luck with that," Yusei said flatly.

"And just what is going on here?" another voice from nearby asked. Both Yusei and Crow turned their heads and saw that the voice belonged to Jack Atlas, who was a tall and serious man with purple eyes and blonde hair in a style similar to Rafael's. He also wore a fancy trench coat similar to Seto Kaiba's; so think of him as a blonde Seto Kaiba, if you can.

"Oh, Crow's just gloating about how he's finally going to get Aki back in a snowball fight," explained Yusei.

"Only because it's ture!" laughed Crow. Suddenly, something—or should I say someone—caught his attention. "Ooh! Here she comes now!" He quickly started scooping up handfuls of snow and put them in his weapon, and then immediately turned his body towards that very someone. "Alright, Aki Izayoi, prepare yourself! Because I, the great Crow Hogan, am equipped with a weapon whose features are far beyond your possible imagination! I have the Snowballer 6000, the ultimate weapon in snowball fighting technology! You may have won plenty snowball fights against me; but now, it's my turn, as I-"

Suddenly, Crow was immediately pelted with several snowballs, which all came from Aki Izayoi, who had light brown eyes and curly magenta-colored hair. At this moment, she was wearing a dark-red-colored coat and ruby high heel boots. She also wore a dark-red-colored cap on her head. And she, too, appeared to be carrying a weapon similar to Crow's, except bigger and more advanced in technology.

"You were saying…?" she said with a smile. Yusei and Jack couldn't keep themselves from laughing at Crow's misery.

"Hey, no fair!" whined Crow. "I'm the one with the Snowballer 6000, one of the greatest snowball-fighting weapons ever created!"

"But I'm the one with the Snowballer 7000," said Aki, cocking her weapon, "a greater snowball-fighting weapon ever created!"

"6000 or 7000, or maybe even fifty-five trillion," Crow declared bravely, "I'm still the one with the upper hand, since you've used up all your ammunition, whereas I still have mine! Now it's time I take you d-"

Once again, Crow was suddenly pelted with several snowballs, courtesy of kick-butt Aki.

"My weapon also comes with double the amount of ammunition," explained Aki, cocking her weapon once again.

"I'll… just call it quits…" Crow said weakly, as everyone else, including Aki, had another good laugh.

Yes, everyone in Neo Domino loved Christmas a lot…

But Placido, who—along with his two cohorts, Lucciano and Jose—came from some unknown galaxy with plans for world domination, who was now the head of Neo Domino's Sector Security after the late Rex Goodwin, but will eventually be beaten in a children's card game by Yusei Fudo, since stuff like this always happens, but will still be the main antagonist of the second season—the same season this very story takes place in—at this very moment…

Did not…!

And there was everyone's favorite 5D's antagonist, Placido, who was a tall man wearing silver-and-white-colored, futuristic clothing, including a hood. On his face was a gray metal piece of armor covering one of his two red eyes, on the right side of his face. At this moment, he was staring down at the city from his hideout with a frown on his face.

Suddenly… there was a knock on the door…

"I'll answer the door…" Placido said in a rather monotonous tone of voice. He slowly headed to the door and opened it, and there stood a small boy of five wearing a costume. "And just who are you supposed to be?"

"Charity, kind sir?" offered the boy, holding out a kettle.

"What?!" exclaimed Placido.

"Please, kind sir!" pleaded the boy, holding his kettle up higher. "We may live in a popular city, but there are still people who are hungry, homeless, and unfortunate! Please give your earning to charity!"

"Sure…" responded Placido with a wicked grin crossing his face. "I'll see to that right away…" He turned and called out in a sing-song voice, "Oh, Jose…"

"Yes, Master Placido?" asked Jose, who was a large man wearing the same style clothing as Placido's. The only difference was that he had yellow eyes, and a long grey beard that stretched down to his stomach. There was also some kind of mask covering his mouth.

"It seems we have a little charity drive going on here…" explained Placido, his grin still on his face. "Give him the… special treatment, won't you?"

"Yes, Master Placido," bowed Jose, walking over to the boy. He quickly grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him into a different room in the hideout. The door that closed on them had the words "BEATING IN PROGRESS" marked in blood-red paint. This suggested that the room was some kind of beating room, since sounds of beating and cries of pain came from the room.

Placido hated Christmas—the whole Christmas season!
Now please, don't ask why; no one quite knows the reason.
could be, perhaps, his clothes weren't fit on just right.
Or maybe it's because he carried a sword—what a fright!
But I'll bet the most likeable reason of all
may have been his heart was two sizes
much too small…

"Uh… Master Placido?" called Jose, slowly peeking out of the door.

"Yes, what is it, Jose?" asked Placido.

"I… I think I may have beaten the kid a little too much…" answered Jose.

"Oh, just throw him down the chute that leads to the others," ordered Placido. "We shall dispose of him later."

"Yes, Master Placido…" bowed Jose, creeping back into the room.

But, whatever the reason, his heart or his sword,
he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating those… fools,
staring down from his tower with a mere sour frown
at the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every citizen down in the city beneath
was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.

"And they're hanging their stockings…" Placido snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas… but it's practically
Then he growled, with his leather fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!"

For tomorrow, he knew…

All of Neo Domino's girls and boys
would wake bright and early—they'd rush for their toys!

And at that moment in Placido's nightmarish fantasy, we see Lua, who was a short kid with turquoise-colored hair in a ponytail on the top of his head, suddenly wake up bright on the morning on Christmas Day.

"Is it Christmas?" he asked excitedly, quickly looking around the room. "It is! It is!" He tugged at the shoulder of twin his sister, Luca, who was still sleeping, shouting, "Luca, wake up! Wake up! It's CHRISTMAS!"

"Mff… Lua, it's quarter to six in the morning…" moaned Luca, who was a girl with the same hair color as him (they're twins, after all), but in pigtails, pulling up the sheets to cover her whole body.

"Come on!" whined Lua, quickly tugging at her again. "It's Christmas! Where's your holiday cheer?"

Luca just breathed a heavy sigh and grumbled, "Fine, I'll be with you in a few minutes…"

"All RIGHT!" Lua excitedly cheered, quickly rushing downstairs to the living room.

And in the living room a few minutes later, Lua and Luca, who were still in their pajamas, were opening the presents they have received from the big jolly man himself, Santa Claus. Lua appeared to be opening his presents faster than Luca, since we all know how hyperactive boys like him are, right?

"YES!" Lua cheered excitedly once again, holding up some kind of masculine action figure. "I've got what I wanted!"

"What is it?" asked Luca.

"The all-new Duke Nukem action figure!" presented Lua. "Equipped with state-of-the-art laser-blasting technology!"

"Lua, are you sure that's even safe?" asked Luca with shock and horror.

"Oh, come on!" chuckled Lua. "How bad could he possibly be?" He pressed a button on his action figure's weapon, and out blasted an actual laser beam, which left a hole through a wall of the living room. "Oops…" he said innocently.

Luca was almost as excited as Lua when she opened up one of her gifts. "Yes, this is exactly what I wanted, too!" she squealed excitedly. "It's an official Total Drama Action Princess Courtney doll, who sings the all-famous 'My Prince Will Come' song!"

"Tch, that toy's stupid," pouted Lua.

"Well, at least it's not as deadly as your so-called 'toy'!" Luca quickly counterpointed.

Despite the previous argument, both Lua and Luca were really having fun with the presents they have received from Santa Claus. This is exactly what Placido feared—but it wasn't just from Lua and Luca's condominium; it would come from all the other boys and girls of New Domino, who would be just as excited as they would!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
one thing Placido hated: the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then all the citizens, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast…
And they'd feast…

"AND THEY'D FEAST, FEAST, FEAST, FEAST, FEAST, FEAST, FEAST!" Placido furiously shouted, violently slicing a random dummy with the sword he unleashed from its sheath. His final slash completely sliced the dummy into pieces.

They would feast on their pudding, and their rare, juicy roast beast,
which was something that Placido just couldn't STAND in the least!

And THEN they'd do something Placido liked least of all!
Every citizen in Neo Domino—the tall and the small—
would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing:
they'd stand hand in hand… and the folks would start singing!

They'd sing!
And they'd
And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING!

And the more Placido thought of the whole "folk-Chrismas-sing",
the more that he thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
Why, for
year after year I've put up with it now!
I must stop Christmas from coming!

"Um… Master Placido? Can I ask you something?" asked Jose, exiting the beating room as soon as he was finished.

"Not now!" Placido hissed. "I'm busy hating my most hated holiday of all time that I hate most of all!"

"I know," said Jose, "but I really want to ask you something… something that I've been meaning to ask you for quite some time now…"

"Alright, what do you want?" grumbled Placido, streaming his fingers through the top of his head.

"Why exactly must we brutally assault innocent people who are only trying to help?" asked Jose.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?!" exclaimed Placido.

"I mean, come on!" reasoned Jose. "Right now, we've just mutilated some kid who was only trying to raise money for charity!"

"People should really know their places in the world," grumbled Placido.

"And last week," Jose continued to rant, "we've mutilated an innocent little girl who was trying to make money to take care of her hundreds of thousands of kittens and puppies!"

"What difference does that make?" asked Placido without care.

"There has to be some reason that we're ending innocent children's lives so meaninglessly!" exclaimed a slightly outraged Jose. "I mean, what did those kids ever do to you?!"

Placido remained silent for a few seconds. Then he reasoned, "I don't know…"

"You don't know?!" exclaimed a new completely outraged Jose. "That's the best reason you could come up with! If this crappy author hadn't made me so loyal to you, I'd stick your own sword right up your-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the automatic slide doors slid open, and in walked Lucciano, who was a short kid wearing the same style clothing as Placido and Jose's. The only difference that Lucciano had green eyes, and that the piece of metal covering one of his two eyes was on the left side of the face, instead of the right. As he entered, he was mischievously snickering at some kind of book he was reading.

"Lucciano!" Placido scolded him. "Can you not see that I'm in the middle of my pointless ranting?!"

"Sorry, boss," Lucciano chuckled, still reading his book. "I just can't seem to put this book down!"

"You can't seem to put what book down?" Placido sternly questioned.

"Well," explained Lucciano, holding up the book: How the Grinch Stole Christmas, by Dr. Seuss, "it's about this one guy who hates Christmas as much as you do, and then disguises himself as Santa Claus in an attempt to steal it! But-"

"What, you say?" Placido asked with delight, quickly snatching Lucciano's book, and quickly skimming to the part where the Grinch planned to steal Christmas.

"Hey; I was reading that!" pouted Lucciano. But Placido didn't listen; he was too busy admiring the wicked scheme the Grinch made to ruin Christmas. He slowly put the book down, with a very wicked smile on his face.

Then he got an idea!
awful idea!
Placido got a
wonderful, AWFUL idea!

"Uh… Jose? He's having that look again…" Lucciano told Jose, feeling a bit uneasy.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it'll pass…" Jose calmly told him. Alas, the crazed look on Placido's face didn't pass; he quickly grabbed some red fabric and some cotton, and then ran into a different room of their hideout even quicker.

"I know just what to do!" Placido laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and he laughed, "What a great, sneaky trick!
With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!"

He eventually exited out of the room where he made his costume, right in front of Lucciano and Jose. "Well, how do I look?" he asked them.

"Um… boss?" said Lucciano. "No hard feelings, but I think Halloween was, I dunno, a couple months ago…"

"No, Lucciano!" corrected Placido. "Do you not get it?! I, Placido, have disguised myself as Santa Claus in attempt to ruin Christmas for Neo Domino once and for all!"

"And just how exactly are you going to do that?" Jose questioned flatly.

"Easy!" explained Placido. "I'll rob the folks of everything related to that dreaded holiday of Christmas; that way, they will have nothing to celebrate Christmas with!" He then cackled triumphantly, assuming that his plan would be foolproof.

"And why do you have to be Santa Claus?" Jose brought up another question.

"Hello!" replied Placido. "The story's entitled How PLACIDO Stole Christmas! And since my name is Placido, that makes me the one who gets to play Santa Claus!"

"How could you possibly be Santa Claus?!" cried Jose. "You're not as fat as Santa Claus, nor do you even have a beard!"

"Not have a beard, eh?" Placido snickered. "That can be arranged…"

"I hate you…" grumbled Jose, his beard now completely shaven off, and attached to Placido's chin.

"Oh, calm down," scolded Placido. "I'm sure we'll make a hair growth formula once we succeed in our mission.

"Now then: Lucciano, since you're a good mechanist, I want you to make us our sleigh!"

"Yes, sir!" Lucciano loyally obeyed, saluting him. He grabbed some nearby tools and went off to the garage to create their sleigh.

After about three hours, Lucciano was completely finished with making the sleigh. Placido and Jose have entered the garage to see the sleigh that he created. It appeared to be any ordinary red sleigh; but instead of reindeer, there was a brown-colored Machine Emperor Skiel Infinity in front of the sleigh.

"Honestly, you couldn't have made our vehicle less obvious?" sighed Placido.

"Hey; I already spent three hours on it, okay?!" whined Lucciano.

"Fine, we'll keep it as it is," said Placido. "Now then, I want the both of you to be my elves!"

"WHAT?!" screamed Jose in response to Placido's unreasonable demand. "You want us to be your elves?!"

"Well, duh!" cried Placido, rolling his eyes. "Everyone knows that Santa must have elves in order to be Santa Claus!"

"How could we possibly be your elves?!" exclaimed Jose. "I mean, sure Lucciano could be one of your elves; but how could I?!"

"Oh, don't worry," grinned Placido. "I've made a very special costume for you…"

A few minutes later, Placido saw that Lucciano was already in his elf costume; the same elf costume the boy wore before his life abruptly ended. But Placido was still frowning because Jose hadn't come out in his elf costume as of yet.

"Come on, Jose!" Placido impatiently called out. "What is taking you so long?!"

"I'm not coming out…" grumbled Jose from the changing room.

"You have to!" shouted Placido. "Or else we won't be able to ruin Christmas for everybody!"

"I'm not coming out!" repeated Jose.

"And why not?!" demanded Placido.

"Because this costume makes me look like an idiot!" shouted Jose.

"Oh, come on!" cried Placido. "I'm sure you don't look that bad! Now come on out!"

Jose just breathed out a heavy sigh and slowly walked out of the changing room, wearing his elf costume. But the elf costume was a tad too small for him; thus, it revealed both his bare arms and legs, as well as his bare, hairy stomach.

"I really hate you…" grumbled Jose.

"Aw, come on!" Lucciano mocked him in a baby-ish voice, pinching and wiggling his cheek. "You wook so cute in dat costume!"

"I DON'T WANT TO LOOK CUTE!" screamed Jose.

"Enough of this pointless bickering!" declared Placido. "We have a holiday to ruin! Now let's go!"

Later that night, right on Christmas Eve, Placido and his cohorts were now flying in their rocket-powered "sleigh", flying high above Neo Domino City, finding a good place to land.

"Where should we land this thing, boss?" asked Lucciano, who was driving the sleigh.

"There, looks like a good spot!" suggested Placido, pointing to Lua and Luca's condominium. Lucciano then flew the plane over the house. Then, as carefully as he could, he slowly lowered the sleigh until it completely landed on the roof. Although he landed it as carefully as possible, there was still a small thump heard from the landing.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the townspeople were dreaming sweet dreams without care,
when he came to the only biggest house on the square.

"This is stop number one," the old Placido Claus hissed
and he climbed to the chimney, empty bags in his fist.

"Alright, you two," Placido quietly ordered, "as soon as I make it all the way down the chimney, you pull down the vacuum!"

"Right," Lucciano and Jose quietly obeyed. Afterwards, Placido prepared himself to slide down the chimney.

Then he slid down the chimney—a rather tight squeeze.
But if Santa Claus could do it, then so could he.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck himself out of the fireplace flue.

"Alright, I'm in!" Placido whispered up the chimney. A giant red tube—presumably the vacuum—slid down the chimney, and it was about a couple inches above the bottom of the chimney, where it would be out of sight.

Placido then found little stockings, both hung in a row.
"These stockings," he grinned, "are the
first things to go!"

The stockings he found were each blue and pink, indicating that the blue belonged to Lua, and the pink belonged to Luca. Within a single swipe, he grabbed both stockings, and threw them both in the chimney, in which they were then sucked up by the vacuum. Afterwards, Placido continued in his mission to ruin Christmas once and for all.

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
around the whole room; and he took every present!

Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
Duke Nukem merchandise! LEGO building blocks!
Sketchbooks! Art supplies! Underwear… and socks…

And he stuffed them in bags. Then Placido, very nimbly,
stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!

Just as it happened with the stockings, the bags stuffed with gifts were sucked up the chimbley—I mean, chimney—by the vacuum, which lead to his and his companions' getaway vehicle.

Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the folks' feast!
He took their chocolate pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that fiend even took their last can of fresh hash!

Need I say this? Placido shoved all the now stolen food into the chimney, which was sucked up by the vacuum. However, that very "can of fresh hash" accidentally fell out of the sack and clattered on the ground, which awoke one of two very familiar sleepers upstairs…

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
now," grinned Placido, "I'll stuff up… the tree!"

Thus, he grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast—and what did he see?
It was little Miss Luca, who was fifteen minus three!

(A/N: This story takes place in season two of Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, which is said to take place about one year after the first season with the Dark Signers. And since Lua and Luca are both eleven in the first season, it is possibly implied that they will be twelve in the second.)

Luca was a girl with skin as smooth as silk,
who had gotten out of bed for a cup of warm milk.
She stared at Placido and said, "Santa Claus,
Why are you taking our Christmas tree?

Placido was surprised to see that Luca hadn't seen through his costume. Alas, he knew that she couldn't be fooled for long just because of appearance. Placido had to think of a good excuse for stealing the tree, and fast.

But, you know, that fiend Placido was so smart and so slick;
he thought up a lie—and he thought it up quick!

"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santa Claus lied,
"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side."

"But the tree's working fine," counterpointed Luna; the tree's lights were all, indeed, working properly. "So there's no reason to-"

Astonished and horrified, Placido quickly unscrewed a random light from the tree, and rapidly stomped on it with his foot, crushing it into bits.

"Oh…" Luca then realized. Placido then continued:

"So I'm taking it up to my workshop, my dear.
I'll fix it up
there—then I'll bring it back here."

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
and he got her warm milk, and sent her to bed.

Just as soon as Luca and Placido were at the entrance to the bedroom, Placido's fake beard accidentally fell off, thus convincing Luca that Placido wasn't really Santa Claus after all.

"Hey, you're not Santa!" she gasped. But Placido came prepared. He instantly sprayed some sleeping gas on her face, and Luca went out like a light. Placido fastened his "beard" back on, carried Luca to bed, carefully tucked her back in, and fled back down into the living room, to stuff up the tree once again.

And when little Miss Luca went to bed with her cup,
Placido went to the chimney… and stuffed the tree up!

Then the last thing he took was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.

And the one speck of food that he left in the house
was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.

After both the tree and the firewood were sucked up by the vacuum, Placido yanked on the tube twice, and up he went, right up the chimney! The annoying narrator had indeed made a point; with all of Lua and Luca's holiday gifts and decorations now stolen, there were nothing but hooks and some string lying on the walls.

Then he did the same thing to the other folks' houses:
leaving crumbs much too small for the other folks' mouses!

It was quarter past down—
all the folks still a-bed,
all the folks still a-snooze—
when he packed up his sled:

Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

After his many trips involving plundering precious presents, snatching sweet sweets, and robbing roast beasts, Placido and his minions have finally stolen all of Neo Domino's Christmas presents and decorations, although it was Placido himself who did most of the work.

"Take us up, Lucciano!" Placido triumphantly commanded. Lucciano started up the sleigh's engines, and up they went.

"Where to, boss?" asked Lucciano.

"Up to the tallest mountain you can find!" ordered Placido.

"What for?" asked Jose.

"You'll see, once the narrator begins his narrating!" answered Placido, as Lucciano guided the vehicle to the tallest mountain he could find.

Three thousand feet up! Up to the top of Mt. Crumpit,
he rode with his load to the tiptop… to
dump it!

"Wait… to dump it?!" gasped Jose, as soon as they landed on the top of the mountain Lucciano found. "Isn't that a bit… I dunno… meaningless?"

"Oh, I'm sure that most of these gifts are fragile," said Lucciano.

"Pooh-pooh, to those fools!" Placido was excitedly humming.
"They're finding out soon that no Christmas is coming!
They're just waking up; and I know
just what they'll do!
Their mouths will be agape for a minute or two…
then everyone in Neo Domino City will all cry: BOO-HOO!"

"Looks like you'll have to wait on the whole 'dumping' thing, boss," informed Lucciano, checking out the vehicle's engine status. "After all this stealing, the engine is near to overheating!"

"Fear not, Lucciano," Placido calmed him down. "We shall wait, for I am just excited to hear everyone else's misery and suffering!

"That's a noise," grinned Placido,
"I simply MUST hear!"
So he paused. And he put a hand close to his ear.
did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low.
Then it started to grow…

"Hey, all of our presents are missing!" one random child cried from down below.

"Yes…" Placido excitedly grinned.

"All of our food is gone!" another random child also cried.

"Yes…" Placido grinned with more excitement.

"Christmas is ruined!" wailed yet another random child.

"YESSS…" Placido squealed, shaking his clenched fists.

Sure enough, everyone back down in Neo Domino was frightened because all of their Christmas-related items were now missing.

"How could this have happened?!" Lua panicked, quickly pacing around the center of the city. "All of my presents are gone! And so are the decorations! So is the tree! Christmas is ruined!"

"Lua, I'm just as upset about this as you are," Luca calmly told him, "but at least I have plenty of common sense to know that Christmas isn't always about presents, decorations, or all of that stuff. Christmas is about all of us getting along together, and remembering the birth of Jesus Christ, the person who sacrificed himself to save this very world from sin."

There was silence for a few moments… and then Lua went back to panicking about Christmas being ruined. Luca just hung her head and breathed a heavy sigh.

Aki Izayoi, who, too, was at the site where the riot was occurring, had other plans to try and calm the riot down. She simply cleared her throat, and then sang in a beautiful and melodious voice:

"Si-lent night…
Ho-ly night…"

With that, everyone, including Lua, stopped panicking to listen to Aki's beautiful voice. After a few seconds, Luca joined in with her singing… then Yusei… then Jack… then Crow…

Meanwhile, back on the top of the mountain, Placido was shocked himself—shocked that after he heard everyone's misery and suffering, he heard… jolly singing!

But the sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded
couldn't be so!
But it
was merry! Very!

He stared down at Neo Domino!
Placido popped his eyes!
Then he shook—
what he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every citizen in Neo Domino—the tall and the small—
singing! Without any presents at all!
hadn't stopped Christmas from coming!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

Our now horrified Placido was mumbling to himself as he paced around in the snow, not believing that what he believed was his flawless plan had epically failed.

"Um… boss?" Lucciano tried to cheer him up. "It's really not that big a deal…"

"I don't you should interrupt him right now," suggested Jose. "He's having one of those moods again…"

"Good point," agreed Lucciano.

And Placido, with his feet pacing around in the snow,
was puzzling and puzzling: "How could this be
It came without
ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without
packages, boxes, or bags!"

As Placido continued to pace around in the snow, Lucciano and Jose both decided to fill in on what the narrator was going to narrate next:

"And you'll puzzle three hours, till your puzzler is sore…?" began Lucciano.

"Then you'll think of something you hadn't before…?" continued Jose.

"'Maybe Christmas,' you'll think, 'doesn't come from a store'…?"

"'Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a bit more'…?"

"And then, on this day—Christmas day…?"

"Your small heart will three sizes that day…?"

Placido immediately stopped his pacing around, and just stared down at the now jolly city, saying nothing for a few seconds. Afterwards, he slowly turned his head towards his companions—the only two friends he ever had—with a gentle yet misunderstood expression on his face; the rest of his body came along with his head. Then, five words broke out of his mouth. But these weren't just any five words, you see: these very five words formed a sentence that he had never said before in his life. That very five-worded sentence was sure to change the rest of life as we all knew it. The very five-worded sentence Placido said was…

"You're BEEPing kidding me, right?"

Lucciano and Jose said nothing for a few seconds, seeing that this wasn't the five-worded sentence they were hoping Placido would say.

"RIGHT?!" repeated Placido in a loud, thunderous voice, violently unleashing his sword from its sheath and sticking it out in front of Lucciano and Jose. The two then quickly and innocently shook their heads no, as if they didn't want to be sliced into bits by their master.

"I have figured as such…" Placido said darkly, slowly placing his sword back in its sheath. He quickly headed off to the sled and declared, "I don't care if I made those pathetic fools cry or not; all that matters is that the presents are mine! And I know just what to do with them!" He violently started up the sleigh's engines, and the sleigh rose at a dangerous altitude.

"But boss!" Lucciano warned him. "The engine hasn't cooled down yet!"

"SCREW THE ENGINE, I HAVE PRESENTS!" shouted Placido. "PRESENTS THAT ARE SOON TO BE NO MORE, ANYWAY!" He cackled maniacally as he kept rising and rising… until


And with that, the engine in the sleigh did overheat, as Lucciano had warned him. As a result, Placido—who was dangerously high in the air—fell down and rapidly slid down the mountain, unable to control the sled, hollering along the way.

The only people left on the mountain were Lucciano and Jose, who were staring down at Placido's demise.

"Man…" groaned Lucciano. "I can't believe that the boss's actually going to die this soon…"

"I know how you feel, friend," said Jose, putting a hand on Lucciano's shoulder.

"Yeah…" Lucciano lightly sighed. There was silence as they kept on watching.

"Got any popcorn?" Jose quickly asked.

"No, but I have peanuts," said Lucciano, holding out two packets of peanuts.

"That'll do," said Jose, as he and Lucciano chowed down on the peanuts, now gleefully watching Placido head to his untimely death.

Unbeknownst to them, Placido actually wasn't heading to his untimely death. And you want to know why he wasn't going to die? It was all because of the evil acts of the no-good 4Kids Entertainment; that's why!


Instead, he crashed into a wall.

"What?" Placido cried weakly. Before he could continue, he crashed into the wall of a random building in Neo Domino. The force of the crash resulted in the big bag of stolen Christmas goodies fling out of the sleigh and in the center of the town square surprising everyone else in the city.

"Hey, our presents are back!" Crow gasped with excitement, as everyone quickly ran to the bag to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Yes, everyone was now officially happy this Christmas.

Everyone except Placido, that is…

"This is why I hate Christmas so much…" he moaned weakly, falling unconscious.


…Yeah, I don't think this was one of my best fics, either… =S

Also, for those of you who are religious, the whole "Jesus" thing, along with the mentioning of the kids being murdered by Jose, were not made to be offensive in any sort of way; they were both made for entertainment purposes only. For the "Jesus" thing, I'm not sure if I'm religious; but then again, I know that I'm not anti-Christ, either. Just saying.

Still, I hope you all have a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year (not to mention a new decade! =O)! =3