The Eighth Day of Christmas

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     Dlanor raced across the ground floor of the workshop towards the supervisor's office as countless elves scurried around him in all directions rushing to get their work done before the countdown clock to the holiday reached zero.

     "Stop right there number seven-hundred-and-fifty-two," said a guard posted outside the big man's office just as Dlanor had reached for the handle. "What business do you have with The Big Red?"

     "It's an emergency!" shouted Dlanor. "We don't have much time! The storm is growing and it's catching the attention of some people that, trust me, you do not want coming here. Look, I have the formula to the species of peanut causing all of this!"

     The guard thought for a moment and then flashed a disbelieving smirk. "GET BACK TO YOUR STATION!" he shouted, deliver a kick to Dlanor's side.

     "Umph!" Dlanor let out a wheeze. He lay there for a moment in a daze before managing to recollect himself. He stood up, put the peanut formula in his back pocket, faced the office doors, and charged. Just as he reached the guard he dropped to the floor in a slide. He slipped between the guard's legs and, as he did, aimed a punch at his most prized treasures. Dlanor stood up and stretched out his arm to the door handle, but before he could grab it, it turned.

     "What is going on out here?" said The Big Red himself as he stepped out from his office wearing a military officer's uniform.

     "Sir!" shouted Dlanor as he straightened himself and offered a salute. "I have some important information for you, sir! I belie--"

     "Stop talking like that you idiot," said The Big Red. "After all, we're all the same aren't we?"

     Just then there was a deafening sound as a massive excavator ripped its way into the workshop, opening a giant hole to the outside world.

     "The Rock has done it!" shouted The Rock from the driver's seat. "Nothing will stop me from building my babe's tomb! Wait, where am I?"

     Everything went silent. Holden, The Rock, GWC, Carl, and Hugo locked eyes with the workshop full of Dlanor's, one of whom was dressed in military garb, the rest resembling elves.

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