ThePoetOfSteel

The Ultimate Christmas Present! Part 3 Secure the Package I stared down at Tiffy-C and realized I didn't have a spare tire. Great. I was ready to call Mom when I noticed a woman walk up to me. She had a hood on with, and was REALLY quick to talk. "Listen hear, listen. I'll fix the tire IF you give me the doll, see. I want it for myself! I want the doll! MUST HAVE DOLL!" Scary. "So YOU did this?" I asked. "Give me the TOY! NOW!" She jumped at me, arms extended, mouth foaming (with who knows what), and her yellow teeth barred at me. Yuck. I flipped back and shoved her away. Eventually, I texted my brother the "CTT" code. AKA, Christmas Toy Trouble. For some reason, a whole gang showed up for a showdown. I started to shove them away, but too many were coming at me! Darkness, everything fading, too many parents... Josh flipped in and just randomly started kicking them down. Classic "I'm a ninja!" Josh move. ...

The Ultimate Christmas Present! Part 2 Hunt I ran into Walmart and realized the Super Sammy doll was getting sold OUT! I ended up taking a shortcut, going through the Marvel section. Too bad, the 12 inch Marvel Legends Wolverine action figure was sold out! FOCUS, KYLIE! I ran into that section and... bumped into Sarah. Ok, I'm a tom boy, so seeing me in this section is weird. "Kylie? So weird seeing a FREAK like you getting a toy like that!" She laughed, and I let her. In a few seconds, she was trampled to the ground by angry parents. Wow. I tried to quickly pay for the toy and run, but that didn't work well. Because apparently some woman wanted it as well and started to try to fight me for it. "AS A 45 YEAR OLD WOMAN WITH 2 CHILDREN, I COMMAND YOU TO GIVE IT UP WITH THE POWER OF MOM!" She is trying to fight a 19 year old girl for an doll. Yeah, no. I used my karate and ninja skills my mom taught me and chopped her stomach. It wasn't eno...

The Ultimate Christmas Present! Part 1: Confirmation I stared at Ashley with confusion. "Are you SURE you want this?" I asked her. Ok, I'll explain before I go any further. My little sister LOVES this "Super Sammy" doll. It was basically Superman but a non-copyrighted doll version of it. She hasn't shut up about it and kept track of it for 4 months now! So you can guess her response now. "YeS! Duh! Pay attention, Kylie! I wAnT iT!" Jeez, as if I didn't know. Well, it was now or never. "Mom! Can I borrow the car keys? I'm going to get 'The Package' for you-know-what!" She tossed me the keys, and I shoved myself into Tiffy-C. I didn't name our Camaro! Dad called it Tiffany, and my older brother Josh threw some slang in for some strange measure about "sounding cool at school" and all that jazz. And with those strange thoughts, I arrived to Walmart.