Everyone is familiar with Kris Kringle. His legend is known far and wide. But few have heard of his younger, ultra-fit brother, Kris Tingle.
While Mr. Kringle entertains the girls and boys, granting their wishes for toys every Christmas day, Mr. Tingle serves a very different role. Kris Tingle is all about the ladies.
While the older brother asks the young’uns what they wish for, the younger sibling IS what all the the women in all the lands wish for. Perched upon his lap, he whispers in their ears of every goodie they could want. He is the presence beneath their trees, he tickles their every delight; they don’t call him Tingle for nothing.
Yet, Kris Tingle wants nothing more than to find that special gal to jingle his bells. While he searches the earth for her, he’ll continue to compete with his brother for legendary status. For it is no secret that Mr. Kringle is jealous of both his brother’s abilities, and his physique.
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They call me “Even Steven,” but I have a confession. I’m uneven. One of my legs is shorter than the other, one of my ears is bigger, and my nose is crooked. Come on, you think they’d at least notice that! But no, they still call me “Even Steven.”
Hey, there’s three of them now.
“Look, guys, it’s ‘Even Steven’!”
“Hi there, fellas. Let me ask you something. Why do you call me ‘Even Steven’?”
“You don’t know?”
“Nope, no clue.”
“You know our names, don’t you?”
“Errr, no, sorry.”
“I’m Steven, that’s Steven, and this guy over here is Steven, too.”
“And you’re even Steven. Get it?”
“Aha! No. I still don’t get it.”
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“…and by the power vested in me by the King, I now pronounce you Husband and Wives. You may kiss the 38 brides. I’ll just sit over here and talk to my friend. Let me know when you’re done.”
Reverend Gus walked to the back of the church and sat beside Reverend Harry.
“How’d it go?” asked Harry.
“Oh, you know. Not bad. You been sleeping?”
“Yeah. I’ve got a 63-party wedding after this one. Figured it’d be a good idea to catch a nap. ‘S gonna take a while.”
“Uh-huh.” Gus scratched behind his ear. “Hey, did you hear the King’s talking about putting an end to this multiple marriage thing?”
“Nooo. For serious?”
“Yep. I heard he’s going to start cutting off heads of any woman who covets her neighbour’s husband.”
“Ooooh, that’s gonna get messy. Better brush up on the funeral services.”
“Yep, good idea.”
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“Yes, Sir. I know, Sir. I’m very sorry.”
“You know the number one rule when working for the Department of the Interior is that you’re never late!”
“I’m very, very sorry, Sir.”
“Do you understand why it’s so important that you never be late?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s because we’re the Department of the Interior.”
“And it’s the Department of the Interior for what?”
“For Time itself, Sir.”
“Which means it’s the Department In Time, Sir.”
“That’s right! You could have destroyed Time altogether! Don’t be late again.”
“I won’t, Sir.”
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“Okay Doc, I’m ready for the bad news. What is it?”
“I’m sorry, Charlie, but your condition is fatal.”
“No! No, no, no! It can’t be. Marvin had it last year, and he recovered!”
“Marvin’s not like you. He only has six legs. You’ve got eight.”
“I suppose that’s true. Okay then, Doc, how long have I got?”
“I’m giving you a week. Unless you starve to death before then.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. But a spider with restless leg syndrome isn’t going to be attracting a lot of Marvins.”
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“Darling, did you take my library book back yesterday?”
“No, my dear. We don’t have a library in town.”
“But it says here in this book–look, now–right here. For return or renewal on December 28th.”
“I see that, my dear, but the rest of the date states it should have been back in 2012.”
“Of course. That’s this year.”
“No it’s not. This year is 2016. You forget, you’ve been sleeping for four years.”
“Yes, my dear. You only woke up last week, the day after we moved. I had to have you packed in a wardrobe.”
“No, dear, I’m not.”
“If you’re not, you know what that means, don’t you Darling?”
“It means I should sue the movers for waking you up?”
“No, it means we’re going to owe four years in late fees on this damned library book!”
…continued from here…
“Oh my God! You scared me silly. You’re the man who knows sign language, aren’t you? Wait… How did you get in here?
“You’ve been here all night? Waiting for the novocaine? What novocaine? OH, the novocaine for your filling. Now I remember. I’m surprised you’re still sitting in the chair. Why ever didn’t you just get up and walk out? Your wheelchair? It must be that one right there in the corner.
“Oh well, at least you didn’t have to drive in all that horrible weather outside. What’s that? Yesterday was your birthday and you missed seeing your family for the first time in… how many years? Well, we’d better hurry up and get this tooth filled so you can get out of here then. Now, where was I? Oh yes, the novocaine. I’ll be right back.
“I beg your pardon? I didn’t see what you signed there. Don’t bother with the novocaine? All right then. It’s your funeral.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? I forgot, you can hear. What I meant was, having your tooth filled without any freezing might hurt a little. Now let’s see. Oh right, you have a bit of rotting going on down in the root. I think I’m going to have to take out the tooth beside the bad one. What’s that? I already did? Hmmm. Oh no. I have some bad news. Unfortunately it seems I took the wrong one out. I’ll just get my pliers here… Now where did they go. I can’t find anything since my hygienist left. Just up and quit, she did.
“I said I fired her yesterday? I wonder why I said that. All right. Here are the pliers. Wha… Where did you go?
“Hey, you! You in the wheelchair! Come back here! You haven’t paid me yet!”
“Just lay back and relax. Everything’s going to be okay. Now open your mouth, nice and wide. Oh, you know sign language? Excellent, so do I. It’s a handy language to know when you’re a dentist. Get it? ‘Handy’? I’m a funny dentist too.
“No! No, no, no, don’t be nervous. I know what I’m doing. Just have to… There! I’ve moved your premolar so I can get to the one next to it. Don’t worry. I can glue it back when I’m finished.
“You’re allergic to glue? Oh. Well I’m sorry then. How about a lovely set of false teeth for free? Yes, I can arrange that. It will fill in the gap you already had.
“Now I just have to get this one filled, and… Oh. Oh this isn’t good. You have some rotting going on in the root. How much is your insurance? You don’t have insurance? Well then, perhaps you can get a mortgage on your house. You … what was that again? You have to… OH, sorry. I was trying to read your fingerspelling. Did that hurt very much?
“What am I saying. Of course it did. I suppose I shouldn’t have fired my hygienist last night. Juggling all these instruments is probably a hazard, don’t you think?
“Oh, but I had no choice. My hygienist was going out back between patients to smoke drugs. Can you imagine? And I thought she was getting whiffs of laughing gas all this time. I even replaced the masks half a dozen times. I’m a bit of a fuddyduddy when it comes to these things though. Just last night I was saying to my wife… What’s that? You’re not completely frozen anymore? Just a minute, I’ll get you some more novocaine. I’ll be back in a few minutes…
She accuses me all the time of being moody. I’ll show her.
The mood is set. The candles are lit around the steaming, lavender-scented bath, the wine is poured, and the dinner is warming, ready for when she gets out. I’m already in the bath waiting for her to come ho…
There she is! I hear her key in the door! And… who’s she talking to? She brought her good-looking boss home again?
She thought I was moody before! I’ll show her!
“I don’t understand how it is that the Christmas song ‘Deck the Halls’ was written before Nintendo was invented.”
“Why is that?”
“Well it starts out, ‘Deck the halls with Bowser folly,’ right?”
“Not really, it’s…”
“And then the next line after all the ‘fa la las’ is, ”Tis the seas on tubie jolly,’ which clearly talks about Mario going from island to island through a tube.”
“Oookay. Go on.”
“Right. So the next line is, ‘Don we now our gay apparel.'”
“And how does that relate to the game?”
“Oh come on! Have you seen Mario’s hat? If that’s not gay I don’t know what is. It’s red! Red is a happy colour!”
“I’ll give you that one. Any more?”
“Um, let’s see… what’s the next line. Oh yeah. ‘Troll the henchmen you tied Carol.’ They kinda messed that one up.”
“It should have been Peach, not Carol. Or hey! Maybe her name was originally Carol. What do you think?”
“It’s a mystery.”