Never Rip Off Big Red

Choco Froster gets taken down by Big Red and the EIB

Never Rip Off Big Red

“You are under arrest.”

The command came from below Choco Froster’s snakeskin belt buckle. He looked down to see four short guys all in black, wearing sunglasses.
“Who are you? The Short Patrol?” he joked.
“Elves In Black or EIB, answered the one with red hair. The other two nodded.
Froster straightened up because he was getting a lower back pain. “More like a pain in the neck,” he thought. He saw the faces of the three harden even more.
“We have good reason to believe you’ve been ripping off department store and kettle Santas,” said one with black hair and a small moustache.
“So, what if I have? What are you guys gonna do about it?” Froster said menacingly.
The third black suit, blonde with a goatee, pulled out a strange looking ray type gun.
“Big Red wants to see you, personally,” he said. Then all three fired. After that he knew nothing until he opened his eyes to see the face of Nick Claus himself.
“So, how do you feel?” he asked.
“My head’s aching and so is my nose!”
“Good!” was the big man’s reply. He stared down at the prone Froster until he looked away.
“Get this straight. Those are Santa’s authorized helpers that you’ve been stealing from. You steal from them; it’s like stealing from me. And I don’t tolerate that!”
“Gonna put me on your naughty list, Red?” Froster asked sarcastically.
“That’s not enough for someone like you. The Grinch is nicer than you. I think we’ll have to put you in deep freeze every Christmas until after New Year’s!”
Froster woke in his own bed, absolutely freezing. He began sneezing uncontrollably and his nose became red as it began to run. He was sick until the New Year.