The Elf Goblin in... Christmas Turmoil

"So... Tell me more about this 'Elf Goblin' creature," Dr. McKeller asked, leaning forward in his chair. He faced a man in a suit confined to a wheelchair. 
: "There is no 'Elf Goblin' to speak of." 
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: McKeller raised an eyebrow. "...Go on?"
: "You aren't dealing with a goblin. You're dealing with a dick."
:"Dick? Like, a penis?"
: "No, doctor. The man's name is Dick. And he burns."
Dr. McKeller paused to gather his thoughts. "Yeah, Dickly Burns is a big dick, but what's he got to do with this Goblin creature?" 
The man rolled his eyes and sighed. "He's your guy!" 
A scowl marred Dr. McKeller with blood rushing to his wrinkled face. "The phone calls... The absence... The claw... It all makes sense now!" Dr. McKeller hopped to his feet and screamed to the ceiling so everyone could hear. "I WANT THAT GOBLIN DICK!" 
The Choice of a Lifetime
The unlikely hero Dickly Burns stood atop the second floor perch inside the North Pole toy factory. He just woke up from a nap after saving Santa and Christmas itself. "And it's all thanks to you," Dickly said before kissing the mechanical claw device he stole from Kellen McKeller. It was an exhausting day but the Christmas spirit kept him wide awake. He shot his mechanical claw downward, grabbing a gift box and pulling it back towards him. "Tally-ho!" Dickly tossed the present down a slide that led to another room full of nothing but presents. "It sure is great being one of Santa's many helpers!" 
Dickly smiled, but his expression turned neutral. He peered below the balcony and saw all the elves below gathering presents, setting them on conveyor belts that led into the present room. Dickly stared at his claw device with a look of deep thought. Surely it's capabilities transcended simply chucking Christmas presents into a room.
A bright and warm glow filled the room followed by jingling bells and a booming voice. "Hohoho! Everything's going wonderful, fellas!" A warm smile spread across the jolly man in red's face as he looked down at the elves hard at work. Dickly waved.
:"Morning, Santa."
: "Mornin', Dick!"
The jolly ole fellow took notice of Dickly's meek stature upon staring at him. Dickly had a question.
: "Christmas is practically over. Are these presents for next year?"
: "These presents were made this year but never given to the children. There were a lot on the naughty list this year. This was the first Christmas ever I had to bring a big ol' bag of coal. Hopefully this isn't a sign of a collapsing society."
Dick remembered what happened earlier in the morning, when Jack McGrath tried assassinating Santa with lumps of coal he got over many Christmases.
: "Santa, does Jack McGrath ring a bell?"
: Santa paused. "Jack... He was the naughtiest of all the children. He says I ruined his social life with all the coal I gave him, but it's because he never learned his lesson. He brought it all upon himself. Some say I shouldn't send coal to children, as the parents are the ones who should decide how to punish their children. But quite frankly my Dick, most parents fail at parenting. A third-party needs to step In to herd the sheep. That's why I give coal to naughty children."
: "What about the newspaper? I got a newspaper predicting your death. That's how I managed to save you." Dickly gave the claw device in his grip a glance. "And I needed to take this thing to do it."
: "There are many mysteries of the world not even I understand. Maybe the Illuminati had something to do with it." Santa turned his gaze to the claw device. "Dick, there's something you should do."
: "Get rid of the Family Guy box set? I'm sorry if you take offense to the Santa cutaway gags, but it's peak comedy."
: Santa frowned. "...No, Dick. You need to return that there claw device."
: A lump the size of coal formed in Dickly's throat. " Without my investment this claw wouldn't exist and you would've died without it!" 
: "Dick, I appreciate you saving my life, but you know stealing---"
: "Stealing? I love ya' Nick, but how could I steal something I helped fund? It's mine."
: Santa shook his head, followed by frosty breath. "If I took a present from a child to save someone's life, would I keep the present for myself even though me and the elves made it?"
: Dickly paused, holding the claw tighter in his grip.
: "We'll drop you off in New York and give you an hour to think about it. You have a choice, Dick. I just hope you make the right one." Santa said, patting Dick on the shoulder as they drifted to the edge of darkness with a chill in the wind.
Goblin Time
Beeping cars chugged along the slow traffic from below as Dick stepped out of the elf taxi and onto a tall building with even taller skyscrapers surrounding him. "We'll pick ya up here in an hour," the taxi elf driver said before zooming off into the sky. Dickly took a deep sigh, looking at the claw device that saved Santa's life. "What would Peter Griffin do in this situation?" he thought. He gazed at the city scrapers imagining Peter Griffin dressed as Spider-Man, swinging from building to building. He then imagined the giant chicken coming out of nowhere and punching Peter, making him fall to his death into incoming traffic. Dickly chuckled. "Maybe I'll swing around a bit before returning it."
Dickly pulled the Elf Goblin mask out of his front jacket pocket and slipped it on. "It's time to go Goblin mode!" Dicky pointed the claw at a lamppost from below and pulled the trigger. The claw latched onto the top of the lamppost and propelled Dickly underneath, launching him high in the air, briefly soaring through the chilly wind. He landed on a ledge and shielded his eyes from the setting sun with his arm. Civilians gathered in the crowded, pointing at the goblin. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, te Goblin let out a goblin laugh and shot the claw to the next building.
The breezy cold air, the swinging, and the notoriety -- surely this is what it means to be alive, especially of someone recently divorced. Dickly stood over Time Square, taking his rubber mask off. "Freedom..." Dickly whispered, staring deep in the center of the claw, mesmerized by its metallic beauty. "No woman will ever love me as much you," Dickly said as he gave the claw's center a big kiss. As he stared at the kiss smudge, he took notice of a small round reflection in the center. He leaned closer, closing his right eye to get a better look. The lump of coal formed back in his throat then sank into his stomach once her realized what it was. A camera. 
A massive booming voice echoed from behind as if God himself was speaking. "He's a public menace and a criminal! Once I beat-- I mean once he's arrested I'm gonna sue that sorry sucker for all he's worth!" Dickly snapped his head behind him to see a giant Kellen McKeller hovering over Time Square, every screen broadcasting this damming video message at once. "Dickly S. Burns is the Elf Goblin and he stole my claw!" 
A helicopter flying overhead pointed a spotlight on the Goblin, his massless face now plastered all over the screens. "It's Goblin' time," Dickly said, slipping the mask back on and zipping away with the claw.
The Death of Christmas 
"Chief, this is a sensitive prototype, I demand you step out of the suit!" McKeller's advisor said. Kellen McKeller floated in the air with the help of artificial wings and hover boots. "I haven't tested this damn thing enough, that's why it's so sloppy!" McKeller said before stumbling onto the ground knees first. The advisor pulled him up by the hand. "I've been out of the cryogen freezer for only a few hours and already the world's more interesting" a man rolling in on wheelchair said. "It'll be even more interesting once I crush that Dick Goblin to pieces!" "The police will deal with him, McKeller. There's no need--" "Oh shut up. That dick burner stole my priceless claw and got my meeting with the investors canceled. I've already got angry emails from them, including the hottest pro-wrestler right now, the Leprechaun! If that claw appeared on the WWE then I'd be filthy stickin' rich!" McKeller said, taking his glowing goggles off. "And besides, those NYPD pigs can't catch a criminal to save their lives. Even if one was right over them, they'd be completely oblivious!"
Suddenly, McKeller flipped upside down and swept ten feet up in the air hanging by a leg. The spider had come for its prey. McKeller flailed and trashed in confusion. "The Goblin has come to gobble the gray caterpillar!" the Elf Goblin quipped. McKeller stopped flailing. "YOU!" "I'm through with you, McKeller! You defamed me and now my life is ruined. Thankfully you or nobody else will hear from me ever again, but before I start a new, I figured I'd stop by and teach you a lesson!" "Put him down!" the advisor cried from below. McKeller's artificial fairy-like wings began to flap rapidly, and he propelled himself upwards, no longer upside down. Goblin tried pulling him down, but McKeller pulled out a magic-wand like object and zapped the rope of the claw. "Gaw!" the Goblin growled as he unlatched the grip. "Please, call me... The Tooth Fairy," McKeller said. 
The Tooth Fairy lunged at the Goblin, knocking him out of the window and causing him to fall to his death. Hoping not to end up like the Peter Griffin in his head, the Goblin shot the claw toward the window's ledge and hung on by a thread. Goblin rebounded for a second before the claw unlatched entirely, causing the Goblin to crumble to the hard, cold rooftop below. The Tooth Fairy floated down with the help of the hover boots. McKeller stood over a groaning, cold Goblin wincing on the ground. "Pathetic," the Fairy said as he ripped the claw device out of the Goblin's hand. He turned off his fluttering wings and kissed the claw, ignoring the cold wind. He then reached to remove Goblin's mask, exposing Dickly Burn. "Dick, Dick, Dick... Where's your Christmas spirit?" McKeller said, shaking his head.
"H-how did you know?" Dickly choked out. "Your buddy Jack told me." "How can that be... I knocked him into the ocean!" "He was rescued immediately and spent most of Christmas being defrosted in a cryochamber. He got out hours ago and spilled the beans." Gold particles sprinkled through the air and suddenly a floating taxi appeared in thin air. Out stepped from it was none other than Santa Claus. "Dickly, what in good heavens is going on here!" McKeller dropped the claw device in shock. "S-Santa?" A surprised Dickly reached for the claw gun and rose up. "Dickly, I told you to return that thing. Now look what's happening. You can return it and come with me or you can stay here and break the spirit of Christmas." Dickly lifted himself up while wincing. "Santa, I..." Suddenly, an elevator door opened with frosty air pouring out, followed by a blast of ice-cold coal shooting by like a bullet. "Ho!" Santa ho'd as he got stuck in the heart and fell over. "Santa!" Dickly cried as he attended him. The man from the elevator laughed. Dickly shot the claw at him but the door closed, causing the claw rope to shatter to pieces. "No!" McKeller cried.
"Santa, Santa! Wake up!" Dickly said as he touched Santa's face as he laid there on the ground. "You made your choice, Dick. Now you have to live with it. Tell Mrs. Claus... Merry... Christmas," Santa said before his eyes shut. Dickly felt for his pulse. There was none. Dickly pressed his head against Santa's chest and began crying. The man in the elevator disappeared and McKeller wept while picking up the broken pieces of his prized claw device. The helicopter searching for the Elf Goblin put its spotlight on Dickly as he wept over Santa. A ladder dropped followed by a SWAT team hopping down and drawing their weapons on Dickly. The Elf Goblin, Santa, and Christmas itself had died.
Plot Dump
The number one event on all new stations and social media was the live video of Santa being airlifted to the hospital along with the Elf Goblin's arrest. Hours later, Santa was pronounced dead. The world wept. It was dubbed "the Christmas the world cried." Riots broke out in several major cities across the world followed by heavy economic down turn hitting every market. It was as if 9/11 happened on a global scale. The world needed someone to blame for Santa's death, and that was someone was none other than Dickly Burns. He went on trial almost immediately and no lawyers came to defend him. Not even the man who knows he's innocent, Kellen McKeller. Dickly tried pleading that investigators should exam the claw for a memory card containing footage of the incident, but officers declined, saying there was no memory card on the device. 
The trial went by quick, with the Judge handing the ultimate punishment. "Dickly S. Burns, we hear by declare you guilty of fraud, theft, terrorism, and manslaughter of the world's jolliest man. You will be sentenced to death next Christmas, which will be the first to be broadcast live." To almost everyone, the man who murdered Santa had been brought to justice. If only they knew.
The news of Santa's death hit the pro-wrestler, The Leprechaun, especially hard. As a person who experienced dwarfism, he had looked up to Santa all his life and dressed up as an elf during his wrestling matches every December. When Santa died, a piece of the Leprechaun died too. A year had passed not a day went by where he mourned Santa's death. He looked up to him as a father figure, thankful for all the wonderful gifts he received from the jolly good fellow during his childhood. With Christmas now just a few days away, he seethed with anger looking at the television. "Christmas is just a couple days away, with many all over the world eager to see Dickly Burns be fried on the electric chair for Christmas as he resides at the Metropolitan Correctional Center here in New York."
1 Year Later, a Leprechaun is Born
"I want to kill that stupid bastard," the Leprechaun said over the phone to his girlfriend, with Christmas now being just a couple of days away. "Leper, this is all you talk about. I know it hurts, but it's completely consumed your life. I don't know if I can take it anymore," she said. "I want to murder him myself, even if it means losing you. I don't care. I will kill him. I will break into his prison cell and use his head as a bowling ball in Elf Bowling. He's not that far away. I can do it." 
After a breakup over the phone, the Leprechaun smashed his phone in half and left his apartment. He walked towards downtown where a science research facility resided. With deep seeds of anger growing inside him, he headed up in the elevator and entered room 209 to a man in a labcoat studying a vile of green blood. He set it down in surprise and turned to face the Leprechaun. 
"Oh, Leper! What brings you here this hour?" "I need the cure, Mark." Mark sighed as if he's heard this song before. "You know the animal enhancer is very under-tested and could cause a whole host of horrific side effects, including death. It's gonna take years, maybe even a decade or more before we even begin to test humans with it. Come on, Leper. The death of Santa has affected us, but there's no need to--" Mark's eyes widened when Leper pulled out a scalpel from his pocket. Even though the Leprechaun's height is 3'2", he is still incredibly intimidating as a pro wrestler. Mark knows he is not to be messed with it. "I don't care at this point. Inject me with the damn serum." "My license would be revoked! Are you out of your damn mind?" "Just show me where it's at, you can do that at least!" Mark gulped and left his chair holding his hands up, leading the Leprechaun to the backroom with all the experimental viles.
"It's that one..." Mark said, closing his eyes with clinched teeth. "Spliced from a dozen wolf species, tight?" Leper asked. Mark nodded. The Leprechaun smiled and stood on a stool to reach for the vile. He slid it in a syringe and injected it into a long vein on his right forearm. He gasped in pain and bumped his back into the shelf, causing other viles to fall and break on the floor. Mark scurried behind a table and looked on in horror as the Leprechaun transformed into some kind of monster. The hairs on his back stood up and grew several inches longer. His nose raised up and pressed into his face, exposing his gums and causing his teeth to grow and sharpen like his hair and nails. Mark screamed and tried escaping the backroom, but the now Werewolf Leprechaun charged at Marks feet and bit into his left leg, tearing a chunk of flesh out. Mark fell to the ground and Leper jumped through the glass window. He escaped through an open window, running down the building with his new-found animal agility. "Goblin soup..." he growled to himself. Unknown to Dickly, his form of execution may be by a person of wolf, man, and... Leprechaun.
Prison Break 
Dickly sat alone in a cold maximum security cell in New York's Metropolitan Correctional Center. He scratched at his scraggly beard. He hated having facial hair, but he was not allowed to shave. Dickly put his shirt over his nose, trying to block out the putrid smell of urine radiating through the air. His toilet had broken down months ago and the prison refuses to fix it. "Let him suffer," he remembered a guard saying a few days ago. He shivered, not just from the cold, but from the thought of his coming execution. His deep thoughts were interrupted when the prison alarm bells suddenly went off. He sprang up and looked through a tiny hole in his metal door, seeing flashing red lights fill up the hallway. 
"What the hell is that thing!" a guard shouted before gunfire could be heard. Dickly backed away from the door as the shots sounded fairly closed. The sounds of creaming guards and gunfire bounced off the prison walls, creating a horrific echo. A massive thud from just outside Dickly's door caused him to jump. Then another... and another one. The thuds turned into scraping, and suddenly the metal started pushing inward. Dickly backed in a corner, cowering. A chunk of metal completely tore off, revealing a blood-thirsty beast. Dickly screamed as a growling Leprechaun werewolf lunged at him. Before he could tear Dickly to shreds, the werewolf appeared to take a distaste from the horrid smell filling the cell. Suddenlly, gunfire appeared, and Dickly dove near the broken toilet. 
The short werewolf whimpered as a bullet struck him in the back. He turned to face the bullets with a smile, jumping on the guard and tearing his throat out. More guards appeared, which also meant more guards. The werewolf had no choice but to take them out before he could even get to Dickly. The werewolf charged down the hall, avoiding a hail of gunfire and slashing gaurd's necks as if he was morbing. Dickly knew he needed to act fast. With his cell door now busted open, Dickly scurried out of his repugnant cell, and stepped over a dead guard's bod in full riot gear and holding an AR-15. Dickly dragged his body away and quickly put the gaurd's gear on, and taking his gun. No one could tell it was him now. The helmet and visor did a good job of hiding his features, though his scraggly beard was exposed. 
Guards and inmates fled the building as all the prison doors unlocked. He went in the opposite direction of the corpses and quickly found his way outside. It was the first time he had fresh air in almost a year. Acting quick, he ran in the street and held up a taxi at gun point. "Inmates are escaping, get me out of here!" He hopped in the taxi and the taxi driver screeched out of the area. "Thanks. Now get me to a special location."
Hello McKeller
McKeller's personal maid answered to a furious knock on the door. She shrieked as a man in riot gear pointed an AR-15 at her. "Hello, may I speak to Mr. Keller?" Dickly asked. The maid screamed and ran out. Never being in his mansion before, Dickly scoffed as he made his way in. "What a shmuck," he said to himself. He punched a bell and led himself down an elevator. The music playing inside was the elevator version of his ex-wife's favorite song, so he shot the speakers with his AR-15. The elevator door opened as it reached the bottom. "My hot coco is finished already? Maybe I should've married you," McKeller said with his back turned. "Marry this! Say hello to my little friend!" Dickly said shooting a few bullets next to McKeller. Keller spun around in a frenzy. Dickly locked on to McKeller's bulging eyes. 
"D-d-di... Dick?!" "You're darn diddly dicky dick right!" "It can't be... You should be in prison, you conniving dick weasel!" "Quiet, gray lip. You know I didn't kill Santa. You knowingly know I'm going to be wrongfully executed." "There wasn't a damn thing I could do to convince anyone you didn't do it." "The man in the elevator. He did it. Who was he?" "There was no hard evidence of his being there, Dick. What the hell did you want me to do, have a tape recorder up my ass to capture the moment that ruined this country?" "You're playing dumb. You know more than you're letting on. The claw. I saw something weird on it. Almost looked like a little... camera in the center. And you hid it as evidence." "What the hell, Dick. There was no camera in that prototype of the claw. We didn't even show it to the investors, for Christ's sake!" "Check again. I know you still have it." Gun pointed at McKeller, he walked to a large drawer and pulled out the broken claw device from that fateful day.
"See! No camera." Dickly snatched it out of his hand. "Then what's this?" he said pointing a tiny, yet visible camera between the claw's long prongs. McKeller leaned in. "It's probably the scrapped laser beam function. We should've kept it." "Get the memory card out of here, now!" Dickly said. "Jiminy Christmas, Dickly, you're acting like I knew a secret camera was hidden on my device! This thing went through various prototypes, okay?" "I don't care if you knew or not, you have to turn in the footage to the police to prove my innocence!" 
"Sorry, Dick. There is no way and hell I'm getting my name and company attached to this. I'm already hailed as a hero for trying to defeat the so-called Elf Goblin. If there is footage of the man who really killed Santa on this thing, then I'll be arrested for withholding evidence and sink all my networth into the trials. If you want to prove your innocence, you're gonna have to do it yourself." Dickly snatched the claw. "Fine. Will do." One more thing..." he said, pointing his AR-15 at a glass case with a Elf Goblin suit replica. "How did you get my suit?" "It's a replica. Having it is good for my image For tours and stuff.. Also, how in the holy Toledo did you escape prison?" "Some midget turned into a werewolf and freed me. Unless I imagined it." McKeller cocked his head with a confused frown.
Dickly shot the AR-15 at the glass containing the replica of his suit and stripped off his riot gear uniform. "Don't do anything stupid, Keller. You know I'm innocent." "Innocent of killing Santa, but not innocent of invading my home, holding me hostage, and stealing my stuff! I think we all know which is the worst offense." Dickly chuckled as he put his fresh new suit. "I don't care if I go back to prison, all I care about is the truth, and I'll make any means to expose it." "Oh yeah? And how are you going to do that?" Dickly grabbed a screwdriver and unscrewed the tight screws in the middle of the claw around the tiny camera. It revealed a slot. 
"With this," Dickly said ejecting a small memory card. "And hey, tell your suit-maker he did a great job. But the vest is just a liiiitle too tight," he quipped before pressing the button to open the elevator door. When it opened, Dickly faced a man resembling his idol: Peter Griffin. Except it was an overweight police officer wearing round glasses with his buddies pointing a Desert Eagle straight at Dickly. "I assume you scared the maid," McKeller joked. "Take the memory card and reveal it at my execution!"
Countdown to Execution
The officers strapped Dickly firmly in the electric chair, wearing a replica of his Goblin suit. Millions of people gathered in central park to see the first public one in America since who knows when. "They hate me. But not for long," Dickly said. "Save it for Hell," an officer said. The mayor stepped up to the podium. "As millions of you gather here today, we all share the same thing in mind: Seeing Santa Claus' killer brought to justice. And today, justice is served." The crowd erupted with cheers. "Before we begin, we have a special guest speaking. A so called victim of this Goblin if you will. Ladies and snowmen, Jack Frost!" the crowd cheered as Jack McGrath, now known as Jack Frost took the stage in his wheelchair. Dickly immediately took notice of Jack's slicked back, silver hair and ice-cold skin.
"Thank you everyone. As we know, last Christmas a prophecy leaked out that Santa was going to be killed on Christmas day, which came to fruition, thanks to this ugly, repugnant creature known as the Elf Goblin. What person would ever think of harming, let alone murdering a man who brings joy to billions?" Dickly rattled in his chair in anger, knowing the man who really tried to kill Santa was smearing him. Suddenly, Officers in the park drew their guns at the sky. "Hold your fire!" The Tooth Fairy has arrived. Landing on the podium next to Dickly, McKeller took the mic from Jack. "Sorry to ruin the party, but the Elf Gobin is innocent!" the crowd booed in disgusting. "Get him off the stage!" the Mayor demanded. Before he could be touched, McKeller spun around and pressed a button on his gauntlet. The bluetooth synced up with the screen projector on the outside stage, making a video to play on the large screen.
A scuffle on the rooftop played out followed by Santa speaking. The date in the bottom left corner revealed this to be footage from Christmas of last year. An elevator door opened, followed by a blast firing from it that impacted Santa. The camera lunges forward at the elevator, getting a close-up and freeze-frame of the man who really killed Santa... Jack Frost. The entire crowd erupted in a frenzy, with many screaming. "Son of a bitch..." the Mayor said in shock. The officers draw their guns on Jack. "Look, I think this is some kind of misunderstanding--" he tried to explain until suddenly the guards were violently dragged off stage. The Werewolf Lepercaun had appeared. The crowd gets scared and splits off, with many of them trampling over each other. McKeller unlatches Dickly from the corpse fryer and hands him something. "Merry Christmas," McKeller says, handing Dickly a mini-claw device. Scared for their lives over the werewolf, the officers either fled or fell victim to trample. 
"Well, I believe you were freed by a werewolf midget now." McKeller quipped. Dickly aimed his new claw device at the Werewolf Lepercaun, who gnawed on an officer's leg. "Down the rainbow is a pot of lies!" Dickly said before shooting the claw at the Lepercaun. The werewolf turned to the Goblin with a snarl, followed by the claw latching on to his short body. "Hiya!" Goblin yelled as he yanked the claw's cord, casuing a whiplash effect to violently pull back the untamed beast. "If the tooth fairy had a naughty list, you'd be on it!" The Tooth Fairy stuck the beast in the belly with the lightning-powered magic wand, shocking the beast. "I wish I was fighting a giant chicken instead," Dickly said. "S-santa killer!" the werewolf growled as he kept getting electrocuted. "I didn't kill him! Fairy, play the tape." No need for that," Jack Frost said, rolling in on his wheelchair. 
"Yes, I really killed Santa. I tried to earlier on that fateful day, but the Goblin stopped me. Later that night, he unknowingly brought him to me. And so I did the deed." The Leperchaun thrashed violently in the claw's grip, clearly upset by this evil monologue. "And you did it over stockings of coal from your childhood," The Goblin said. "Ever since I killed Santa, I've reached the top 3 most followed accounts on social media. #worthit" "Killing Santa and the Christmas spirit for some clout. I think you should dethrone Satan is the king of Hell. It suits you," the Elf Goblin said. "So why don't you send me there?" Jack asked. That's when the Leperchaun broke free from the claw and tackled Jack Frost off his wheelchair, slashing his chest open and eating his heart. The Goblin and Tooth Fairy averted their eyes from the gruesome scene. The Leperchaun rose his head up, panting heavily, covered in blood. His eyes closed and he slouched over next to Jack Frost's corpse. His claws and hair slowly shortened, revealing the man that once was. "My God... That's the Leperchaun," McKeller said.
Plot Dump
Dickly Burns was rearrested, but ultimately found not guilty of the death of Santa. He was paid a whopping $100 million in damages, which he gave to McKeller as promised. However, Dickly was still found guilty of embezzlement and attacking police officers, so he was sentenced 3 years in prison for those crimes. The Leperchaun was taken to a special facility to help develop a cure for him. Jack Frost was pronounced dead and named the most hated man of the century. McKeller decided to take the money and help establish the Santa Claus Foundation, a program where members with the Christmas spirit help deliver presents to children all around the world. As for Dickly, he says prison isn't so bad when there's a channel playing nothing but Family Guy. He then gets a newspaper in the mail entitled "BREAKING - ELF GOBLIN DIES AT THE HAND OF WIZARD! Feb. 2025"
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