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When Santa is a slug, a gecko fights back
'Twas the night before Slugmas on Mount Boom, and not a creature was stirring. In the Best Fiends take on the old Christmas poem, that quiet doesn't last. more
The crates are stacked by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Slugolas soon will be there. The Fiends are nestled all snug in their beds. Temper, in his cap and cape, has fallen asleep with his mouth hanging open.
Out in the night there arises a clatter, and the narrator announces that Temper springs from his bed. Temper doesn't move. The line is read again, louder. Still nothing. “Fine...” So it's Howie the gecko who springs from his bed to see what is the matter.
From the window he spots a miniature sleigh, eight tiny slugdeer and “a chubby old driver, so slow and so thick.” It must be Slug Nick. In this world, Santa is a slug, and a mean one at that. He comes down the chimney with a plop, “gooey and plump, a right jolly old chump.”
SaveAt first there seems to be nothing to dread. Slug Nick gives a wink and a nod, and Howie brings him sweets, proud to have his guest fed. Then Slug Nick shows his rotten streak. This is no longer a question of naughty or nice, and Howie has a plan to make this slug think twice.
Somebody asks, “Seriously?” Then Howie lets fly with a word that doesn't belong on a Christmas card, and Christmas Eve turns into a full anime-style battle. He keeps at it, failing over and over.
SaveWhen the dust settles, Slug Nick is still standing and still furious. Then Howie remembers the salt. He digs into Slug Nick's bag of goodies for the one gift that will make this slug cower.
With a raised brow and bared teeth, Slug Nick rises back up the chimney without disturbing the wreath. Before he sails into the mist, he makes a promise. “Howie, I'll get you for this!”
The Fiends finally wake up. One of them could swear Santa just said Howie's name. Another wants to know what happened in here. Someone tries a small “Merry Christmas?”
SaveFor a moment it sounds as if the Fiends will forgive Howie for the presents he charred. Then, fine, they chuck him out into the yard.


















