KUSE: Have you given any thought to my proposal? Me...you...new kid?

MARE: I'm still mulling it over, Kuse. I'm like 50/50.

KUSE: Would it help if I wrote you a poem?

MARE: I guess it couldn't hurt.


ICY INTERRUPTION


MISTA SNOWMAN: Heya Mare! Me and James and Santa are going to the Advent Calendar! You should come with us!

KUSE: Go away, Mista Snowman! We were having a moment!

MISTA SNOWMAN: I can't go away! I don't know how!


MARE: Kuse, as much as I hate leaving you, I probably should go with them. It'd be a little hypocritical for me to complain about Knacks and Cher's work on the Advent Calendar if I didn't do my part, either.

KUSE: What? Oh...that's okay, I guess. Yes, actually -- you SHOULD go! Yes, go to the Advent Calendar! You have my blessing!


MARE: Thanks, hon. We'll be back in a few hours, tops.

KUSE: Take your time!


KUSE: Yes, yes, keep walking...walk walk walk...okay, good. They're gone.


KUSE: Now, to take care of a little lingering business...


KUSE: Well, what's this? A deer? An innocent, cute and lovable deer? Perfecto!


??????: EH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEHHHHHHHHHH.


??????: YOUR SACRIFICE WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN.


KUSE: Oh man, wait until the boys hear about what you did now, clown! I know we had that whole "no murder" rule going, but I think they might just change their minds when they hear about this!


GRRRRRRRRRRRJJJJJJ HEEHEHEGRRRR????

MEANWHILE...


KUSE: Cher, are you sure that your stupid raccoon really knows how to fetch keys?

CHER: Kuse, will you stop it already?! My raccoon has an IQ of 181!


KNACKS: Hey, we should talk.

KUSE: What's wrong, Knacks?

KNACKS: I need to come clean. Back at the circus, when the guy posing as you started talking, I got really mad at you. I don't know why, but I treated you like dirt and said a whole mess of nasty shit.

KUSE: But Knacks, you didn't do that to me. You did it to the guy who is impersonating me, remember?

KNACKS: Yeah, but I thought it was you, and it's the thought that counts.


KNACKS: I just wanted to apologize. A mixture of frustration and envy and anxiety and pain merged into some kind of hideous nuclear fireball, and somehow, that fireball came your way. You didn't deserve it. I'm sorry.

KUSE: Okay, but I really don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

KNACKS: Just accept my apology, okay?

KUSE: Apology accepted. Weirdo.


KUSE: I hope your girlfriend knows what she's doing, Knacks. I'm so worried about Mare.

KNACKS: Don't worry, buddy. No joke -- that baby raccoon is a serious prodigy.

MEANWHILE...


HARE: So!

CLAIRE: So!


HARE: Is it time for our daily dose of dirty dancing?

CLAIRE: I believe that it is!


HARE: OH WHOA, YEAH YEAH! STEP TO THE ONE, THEN TO THREE, THEN TO TWO!

CLAIRE: THEN STEP BACK TO THREE, THEN TO ONE, OOH OOH OOH!


FRED: Okay, that does it. These two are crazy!

ZOMBRIA: Yes -- they are "crazy" about winning Hell's annual dance competition.

FRED: So you guys really came from Hell, huh? What's it like down there?

ZOMBRIA: Devilishly awesome.


HARE: STEP AND TWIRL, THREE TO THE TWO TO THE THREE TO THE ONE!

CLAIRE: DIP AND SPIN, THREE TO TWO TO THREE TO ONE AND BACK TO THREE AG'IN!


RACCOON: ????????


RACCOON: !!!!!!!!!!!!!

LATER!


KUSE: Guys, that clown is out of control!


KUSE: I don't know how he did it, but the fucker killed one of our deer! We've got him locked in a cage, and he's still killing our animals! We have to destroy him!

BOX: But Mom said that we weren't supposed to murder him! We can't kill him!

KUSE: Your mother only said that because she thought we were safe with him locked in a cage, but now we know that we aren't! We HAVE to kill him!


KUSE: ...we have to kill him RIGHT NOW!


WAITERBOT: Ha! I love it! You're trying to create a sense of mob mentality, all for the end result of clown murder! Now this is an initiative that I can support!


WAITERBOT: Texas Mandarin! Fetch me my fiery protest torch!

MEANWHILE...


JAMES LIPTON: Hey guys, check it out! There's demon body parts all over the Advent Calendar! This is so cool!


MARE: Mista Snowman, what the fuck? You left yesterday's gift here? You know you guys are supposed to bring them home, right?

SANTA: Okay, I'm going to have to step in on this one. Mare, yesterday's gift was a giant redwood tree stump. Exactly how do you expect us to carry something like that home?

MARE: Ugh, whatever, let's just open today's gift.


MARE: Oooh, nice tree! Looks Christmassy!

SANTA: Yes, I agree -- it would make for a fantastic Christmas tree.

MARE: It's just too bad that there's no way to stand it up. What's the point of a tree that can't stand up?

SANTA: Hmm...wait a second, I have an idea.


SANTA: See Mare? The tree fits perfectly into the tree stump! Clearly, we weren't supposed to bring yesterday's gift home. You were wrong.

MARE: No way -- we would've figured out that the two gifts connected just as easily back at the circus.

SANTA: You have no way of knowing that for sure!


JAMES LIPTON: Hey guys, look at this! Demon head maracas!


JAMES LIPTON: La Cucaracha!

MEANWHILE...


CHER: Knacks! Kuse! He did it! My little raccoon friend did it! He found the keys!


KUSE: I don't fucking believe it. I take back everything I said.

CHER: Told you he was special, Kuse! Knacks, didn't I tell him he was special?

KNACKS: You did, Cher.


KUSE: Hurry up! We gotta get out of here!

CHER: I'm trying Kuse, I'm trying! There are a lot of keys on this chain!


KUSE: Cher, you did it! The gate is rising!

KNACKS: Thank God the dungeon gate lock was contained within the actual prisoner section, and that it was operated by a key.

KUSE: Yes yes, those were some lucky breaks.


KUSE: Knacks, when we get back to the circus, you take care of warning the others. I'll find Mare and make sure she's okay.

KNACKS: Sounds good, but what about Hare and Claire?

KUSE: Huh?


KUSE: OHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUDDDDGGGGEE.


CLAIRE: Well well well!


CLAIRE: In the words of Mrs. Euphegenia Doubtfire...


CLAIRE: HeellloooOOOOOOOOOO!

MEANWHILE...


KUSE: What the fuck?! This can't be!


KUSE: How did he get out?! The evil clown has escaped! We have to find him and kill him!


KUSE: Everyone, spread out! Yell if you see him!

WAITERBOT: Awww, he's not in there? I was so looking forward to this!


WAITERBOT: Look, I even brought my fiery protest torch!


WAITERBOT: Hey wait...this isn't my fiery protest torch. This is my other torch! My normal all-purpose torch!


WAITERBOT: TEXAS MANDARIN, I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD!


KUSE: Waiterbot, enough! We have to find the clown! Everybody, HUNT THAT CLOWN! Shoot to kill!

LATER!

MEANWHILE...

"EARLIER!"


??????: YOUR SACRIFICE WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN.


KUSE: Oh man, wait until the boys hear about what you did now, clown! I know we had that whole "no murder" rule going, but I think they might just change their minds when they hear about this!


GRRRRRRRRRRRJJJJJJ HEEHEHEGRRRR????






















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