KUSE: I know you were in a funk yesterday, but this is going too far. There must be some other way to keep your spirits high.
KNACKS: Nope. This is it.
KUSE: Knacks...we barely have enough room in this place as it is, and there's still 40 presents or so yet to come. I think I need to put my foot down on this one.
KNACKS: If you put your foot down, I'm going to start crying and never stop.
KUSE: Great. You're a pain in the ass, you know that? We have no room for snowmen.
MISS SNOWMAN: Snowpeople!
KUSE: ...and we definitely have no room for snowmen who correct me.
MISTA SNOWMAN: Perhaps if I made you laugh, you could be persuaded to let us stay?
KUSE: Give it a shot.
MISTA SNOWMAN: OK...what do you get when you cross two donkeys with a mole?
KUSE: ....
MISTA SNOWMAN: Molasses!
KUSE: Okay, I'm going to fucking kill them. Please get them out of here.
KNACKS: But Kuse! They make me happy! Lord knows the Playmobil gods aren't smiling on me this year...I need these snowmen! Plus, I think they know Mare. Our Mare.
KUSE: I don't know why you keep bringing Mare up as if I care about her half as much as you do.
KNACKS: You like to act like you don't, but I see through it. You're opaque.
KUSE: Oh God if I had a dime for every night I've sat awake wishing I wasn't opaque.
KNACKS: SOOO can I keep the snowpeople or not?
KUSE: I guess so. The LEGO Calendar gave me this raving derelict escaped convict with a chainsaw today. If I'm keeping him, I guess you should be allowed to keep a few snowmen.
KNACKS: Oooh, how bohemian! What's his name?
KUSE: Dunno. Every time I try to ask, he shits on the floor.
KNACKS: That's disgusting.
KUSE: And also amazing, because I've asked about his name like a dozen times today and he's managed to shit each and every time. He's like this big raving fountain of shit.
KNACKS: See, that's why I needed the snowpeople. Playmobil ain't giving me anything anywhere near as cool as that.
KUSE: So what did you get today? I haven't seen any new gifts, sucky or not.
KNACKS: Weird thing -- the snowpeople and I stopped by the Advent Calendar on the way home, but today's box was missing. I figured you or one of the police officers or firemen or robot dogs brought it back here.
KUSE: Definitely not. You should probably go look for it.
KNACKS: Bah, who gives a damn? I can let one gift slide. I'm sure it was terrible anyway. We've got enough cats and piss pans.
MEANWHILE...
WAITERBOT: For one long year I've waiting for my opportunity to extract revenge. It's been a long year, Inky.
INKY: But what's so special about this box? Why didn't we take the others?
WAITERBOT: I don't need the others, Inky. I only need #6.
WAITERBOT: See, I know things. People tell me things. It wasn't so long ago that I just another restaurant worker, pilfering discarded California rolls because I wasn't paid enough to afford my own. Then these...freaks come into my life and take away what little dignity I had. It's been a long year, Inky. I've been waiting for this.
INKY: And how did you end up with the pirate body?
WAITERBOT: You were supposed to find that out during the Halloween Countdown.
WAITERBOT: Open the box, Inky. All slow and dramatic-like.
