“Want to see a barrel roll?” Santa asked as he took the controls of North Pole One.
“Not unless you want to see that pizza again,” Mrs. Claus said. (More)
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Toenail Clippings and North Pole One. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Note: This week’s characters were introduced last week.
“But this baby handles like a dream!” Santa said cheerfully before pulling his fancy new sleigh into a loop.
Mrs. Claus looked at Ellen and Elmo. They had decided to come along even though Mrs. Claus was joining her husband for this year’s flight. The elves had finished the anchovy pizzas and now looked as green as their costumes.
“Dear,” she said gently, “I know you’re excited about the new sleigh, but you don’t have to match the aerobatics of those fighter jets that are escorting us. Plus your passengers look awfully queasy.”
Santa nodded. “Okay, okay. Elmo, would you like to fly for a while?”
The elf smiled weakly. “Absolutely. Just show me the button for the autopilot. The one that keeps us on straight and level flight.”
“I know where that is,” Ellen said. “We just have to type in the longitude and latitude for the first house.”
Santa scrolled through Naughty-and-Nice.doc, having updated from the handwritten lists that left too little room for toys in the old sleigh. “That would be the Aaniko’s. Hideka and Amane, both nice.”
Santa typed in the coordinates and set the autopilot, then helped Mrs. Claus out of the copilot’s seat. As Elmo and Ellen settled in, Santa pointed to the back of the cabin and winked at Mrs. Claus. “Wanna check out the hot tub?”
“You said that was for deicing,” Mrs. Claus said, wagging her finger.
Santa grinned. “We have ice in the fridge. For the champagne.”