Merry Christmas from Miami!

We take a break from the Ghost of Christmoose today and focus on one of my fav all time MDC...Lilly Robbins!

And The Wheels Came Off

The afternoon started off great, Fox showed my fav MDC Amy dancing in her little Santa suit just before kickoff of the Eagles vs Dolphins game. Moments later Miami scored a touchdown and the cameras zoomed in on Amy as she danced and shook her little aqua and orange pom poms. Life was good.

I had visitors to my super secret heroine support base so I turned the TV off with Miami attempting to go up 10-0. However, after my party left I turned it back on only utter a thunderous, "What the Foxtrot?!!??"

The score was 24-7, Philly, with seconds to go until halftime. Sigh. That's all I'll say here. I'll blog my true stuff for my Miami Dolphin blog.

The Ghost of Christmas Moose Part III

Blue tackled the monstrous antlered jolly beast; the two rolled in the bitter cold snow before Blue realized she was in the ball pit of Captain Pepperoni Pizza Emporium. The very same place Tara wanted the buxom kunoichi to help chaperone a birthday party. She saw Darth Wolf’s young pups having a ball; a drop of anime sweat beaded from her head. The valiant nervous ninja scanned for someone to get her out of this jam; she spotted Ryan and Dana sharing a brief kiss as they kept their watchful, well, that’s debatable, eyes on the children.

Dana looked down at Ryan’s lap and smirked; she looked up and said, “Really babe.”

Her Wolf was perplexed, “What?”

“You couldn’t wait to get me home,” she continued to smirk as he gazed seductively into his eyes.

“Get home and?” the puzzled pilot replied as leaned his head towards her.

The sexy imp picked up a napkin, “You creamed in your pants Ryan; you couldn’t wait to get me home, could you?” She smirked as her frisky hand wiped the pudding off his lap. The pilot closed his eyes and took a deep breath as her hand did something else; he leaned in and the two shared a passionate kiss.

Seeing them kiss again isn’t what got Bluey out of that ball pit; the fair kunoichi saw a slice of pepperoni pizza in front of Ryan. Ryan-kun couldn’t have pepperoni pizza; it gave him acid reflux as well as triggering other ghastly bodily functions, not to mention head pounding nauseating migraines! Bluey stormed out of that pit with her arms wildly flinging by her sides; the enraged ninja was going to give him and her a piece of her ADHD mind…he should know better and she should know better for letting him!

Dana rained on Blue’s parade as she picked up the slice of pizza and took a bite. Mt. Saint Bluey stopped and took a deep sigh of relief; then she smiled as she saw that Dana had wrapped her soft arm around Ryan’s neck. Could it be? Could it be true? Ryan and Dana were finally going to hook up?!?!?

The two love birds shared another kiss; Blue balled her fists and placed them on her thick curvy hips, “Hey you two...don’t make a spectacle out of yourselves, there’s people watching…namely me!”

Ryan broke away and took a sip of water; Dana snuggled into his hard chiseled chest as she watched the children play. Wolf put his glass down and kissed Miss Murder’s silky hair. Lady Blue was incensed that her two best friends were ignoring her; she cleared her throat and waved her hand, “Yoo-hoo, Ryan-kun…Dana-kins,” Bluey paused as she continued to wave her hand, “I’m over here…”

Ryan and Dana didn’t even blink; black toxic smoke billowed from her ears as she gnashed her teeth. She shouted a few choice words in Japanese, which weren’t nice, and hurled herself at her former best friends. Blue flew right threw them and landed hard on a bathroom tiled floor.

Santa's Sleigh

The Ghost of Christmas Moose Part II

Part 1 can be found here: http://thewolfswoof.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-my-christmas-story-for-2008.html

Yes, 2008 was three years, better late than never? This would also be a good time to cue Sarajevo 24/7 by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

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Lady Blue wildly swung her balled fist into the air as she continued to follow the crazy jerky moose. The angry kunoichi snarled, “I killed you before, I’ll kill you again!” as she raced into an opening. The skillful ninja lost track of the moose as the snow fell harder; Blue looked around and saw a snowman standing in the middle of nowhere.

She blinked her violet eyes as she saw the snowman smile at her; she shook her pretty little blue head that was quickly piling up with white puffs of gentle snow. He continued to smile as his stick arm motioned for her to come over.

Behind the snowman a stood an old fashion drive thru movie wall; it turned to black as Blue neared. An HD movie with state-of-the-art surround sound began to play; Blue saw a tiny sleigh with nine reindeer flying through the dark skies, a US Navy fighter was escorting the sleigh as The Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s Sarajevo 24/7 began to ominously play.

Suddenly she heard Ryan’s desperate voice over a menacing tone, “Santa! Can you get Rudolph to turn off his nose?”

“Sorry lad, he can’t,” Santa replied just before Ryan’s HUD turned a deep crimson red.

“Missile warning, Missile warning,” a soft voice repeated over in his helmet as the words blinked on his HUD.

“Incoming!” Ryan thundered and pulled his F/A-37 Talon into a sharp turn away from Santa; his nimble fighter belched flares and a chaff cloud as it raced away from Saint Nick. The QSAM (Quick-maneuvering Surface-to-Air Missile) locked onto the US Navy fighter and streaked away from the Jolly Ol’ Elf and his reindeer.

“Doom must really be peeved at me,” Ryan thought as he experienced chest crushing G-forces. Wolf huffed and grunted as the deadly missile neared; his bird shrieked as she continued to turn tighter than her engineers designed her to. Cold air vortexes formed on her wings as she continued her conga dance with Doom’s bucket of coal.

The Talon came around in front of Santa and the boys; a pleasant ringing tone was intermingled with the “Missile Warning,” that echoed in his helmet. It was so intermingled that Ryan didn’t hear it at first, but when he heard it, it was sweet: His bird had locked onto the Latverian defense site.

A sleeping AGM-88 Harm missile dropped from his weapon’s carousel; it awoke and blazed a fiery smoky path down to the earth. It gave the Latverian defense installation the kiss of death, the installation disappeared into a fiery fireball that could be seen for hundreds of miles in the cold air.

“ALL CLEAR SANTA!” the jubilant US lieutenant shouted.

“Thank you Ryan,” a relieved Santa smiled, “By the way, you’ve never told me what you wanted for Christmas.”

“For Dana Tan to give me the time of day,” Ryan promptly replied.

Blue’s little heart broke as she watched; her best friend, Dana Tan, was notoriously bad on teasing her Ryan-kun. A little tear formed at the edge of her sad violet eye and slowly ran down her soft face. The tear turned into ice as it dropped from Blue’s angelic face.

“Ryan, that’s not up to me; it’s up to Dana,” Santa countered as the classified US air superiority fighter banked away.

Lady Blue sighed and was whacked with the head of the now decapitated snowman; the laughing moose put his massive back legs down and bounded away into the blinding snow storm. She envisioned bloody moose entrails littering the snow white landscape as she wiped the snowman’s head from her violet eyes; her anger melted the snow that lay on her silky sandalwood scented blue hair. Visions of moose jerky danced in her mind’s eye as fiery red stacks of smoke poured from her angry ears. She pulled out her trusty katana, again, from goodness knows where; she thundered her battle cry and lunged for the snickering Bull Moose.

Miami's Still Miami

People still won't pull over in another lane and let you in despite the fact that the Palmetto is desolate at 8:30 Sunday Morning. The lights on 167 Street are still not synchronized in North Miami Beach, the light on North Miami Ave turns green, scant seconds later the one on NE 2 Ave turns red. Typical Miami. It was a good thing it was early in the morning on Sunday or I might've been rear ended when I tried to pull into the Krispy Kreme parking lot, a stupid Lexus was blocking the entrance. He must've been texting, he looked up and said, "Oh!" He turned the steering wheel tight and still nearly took up the entrance and exit lanes. Yes, typical Miami driver.

I got my donuts and I drove back to my secret base in East Central Florida. I asked my sister to get some autographs on the Miami Dolphins Cheerleaders. I stated that they would make a great Christmas present. She said, "No."

Pooh. I think Santa Claus must've told her I made the Naughty List.

Mr C!

Santa Claus is making his list and checking it twice and I'm officially on the Naughty List. I have no idea how that happen. Me firing a live AIM-X-250 at Wonder Woman was a big misunderstanding back in January, it was a SHIELD exercise. Plus I received a promotion for that, thank you Black Widow!

I helped rid the world of Khadaphi. I led the Camel Express, bombing his fragile infrastructure. I helped rid the world of a tyrannical despot and I still made the Naughty List?

I rescued several heroines from harrowing situations and was handsomely rewarded for it too. Ultra Woman and I teamed up to stop the Villainess and her sexy evil hench-babe. Not once did I reveal the classified location of the Heroine HQ nor did I take advantage of Tania.

Sigh. I have 24 days to atone for my supposed naughtyness. Maybe I should ask Amy to put in the good word for me. Santa has a thing for her as well as the rest of the Miami Dolphin Cheerleaders...who can blame him?