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Rated: ASR · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2143550
Two kids plot to trap Santa to learn his secrets. Dialogue 500 Contest Entry
Word Count: 394

“Sammy, are you sure about this?”

“Sandra, don’t be such a baby.”

“You know what that song says that mom always sings, He knows when you are...

“You can’t be serious? That's just a dumb song they sing to try to scare us. I think it's just creepy.”

“If you say so, Sam. I think this is going to end you up on the naughty list forever.”

“There’s no such thing. We will always get gifts from grandma and grandpa. Who cares if some fat old stranger doesn’t give us something. Now, get over here and help me hang this net.”

“If you don’t care about him giving you a gift, why are you trying to trap him for his secrets?”

“Just get over here and... Woah! Ahhh! Ouch!”

“Are you okay!? I'll get mom!”

“No! Don’t be silly. I'll be fine.”

“You don’t look fine.

“I’m fine! We just have to sit here and wait now that I got the trap set, no thanks to you!”

“What’s the first question you are going to ask him?”

“I got a whole list right here! I think I will start with this one.”

“What? Ew! That’s disgusting.”

“Hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go.”

“Ew! Next question?”

“Why does he only ask for milk and cookies?”

“Everyone likes milk and cookie, why not?”

“Yeah. But if you the whole world is going to leave food for you to eat, why not ask for something different in every house?”

“Maybe he thought that was too complicated?”

“Eh? I don’t know. I would personally ask for hamburgers, a plate of fries, and...”

“Shhh... Do you hear that?”

“It’s him! Get ready to drop the net, Sandra. 3-2-1! Why didn’t you drop it?”

“I’m not getting in trouble!”

“You’re such a baby!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Excuse me? Where’s your bathroom?”

“Eeeek! It’s him!”

“It’s me. Now, I really need to use the bathroom. It is a long flight from the North Pole.”

“That way!”

"Thank you, Sandra."

“It’s him!”

“I thought you didn’t care about fat old strangers and their gifts, Sammy?”

“Hey, I resent that. I’m fluffy and only because it is really cold up in the clouds in December. In the summer, I have a six-pack and a sun-kissed complexion. Now, let’s see if we can’t answer some of those questions, Sammy.”
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