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A glittering stream of sweets, glorious in foil wrappings of every shade and hue, tumbled down into the octagonal plastic box with a rattle.

"What are you doing, you idiot?" Marshall yelled, jumping off the sofa in a shower of cookie crumbs and throw cushions.

Dash glared up at him, the now-empty tin of Roses in one hand, the newly-refilled box of Quality Street in the other.

"What?" he demanded.

"You can't mix Quality Street with Roses!" Marshall shouted, a vein jumping in his temple. "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, really?" Dash countered, reaching for the red cardboard tube. "You're really going to hate this, then..."

Simon, who had been steadfastly ignoring them while he flipped through the Commander Cody Christmas Annual, looked up at Marshall's horrified scream. He tried to reach for the Celebrations, but his feet tangled in the heavy throw rug Marilyn had spread over the three boys after lunch, and he went sprawling.

"Dash, no..." he tried, but it was too late.

The Celebrations, gold and brown and red, rustled and clattered as they mixed with the blues and pinks of the Roses and burrowed down amidst the greens and purples of the Quality Street. The room filled with the smell of fondant and melted chocolate, and Dash dropped the now-full box with a curse as the plastic began to heat.

"What have you done?" cried Marshall, as a pair of drippy brown hands appeared over the edge of the Quality Street box and a mis-shapen head, stinking of unpleasant flavour combinations and studded with a thousand Toffee Penny eyes, rose from the churning moil.

"For decades, I have slumbered," gurgled the Selection Box Homunculus, a long string of too-sweet strawberry-orange filling dripping from the corner of it's too-wide mouth. "But at last, I rise again! Cower, foolish mortals, for the curse of all-the-good-flavours-are-gone is upon you!"

"Great," said Marshall, as a nearly-full box of Malteasers flew off the coffee table to be absorbed into the monster's gloopy body. "Thanks for ruining Christmas, Dash."

"How was I supposed to know?" Dash snapped back, making a futile grasp for the last of the Thin Mints as they vanished into the roiling mass of confectionary.

"Everyone knows!" said Simon, as peanut m&ms streamed between his frantically clutching fingers and straight into the monster's gaping maw. "It's a basic tenant of the holidays: you never cross the candy streams!"



The Christmas Series

Visiting Relations by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the Abominable Snowman pays a call on his favourite cousin

Tradition by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash and Marshall decorate a Christmas tree

Twelve Sleeps! by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Andrea does not enjoy Christmas shopping

Handmade by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the Tellers receive a Christmas package from Marilyn's mother

So Be Good, For Goodness' Sake by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Marshall and Dash go to see Santa

Poor Life Choices by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Syndi loves her brother anyway





Microwave-verse

Bonfire by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Pinocchio is ruined forever

Gingerbread by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is a witch in the Eerie Woods

Leaves by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which plantlife finds Marshall entirely too enticing

Offspring by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there are dragons

Based on Your Previous Purchases by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mars should really pay attention to Amazon's reccomendations

Housework by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a rota cannot be agreed upon

Breakfast by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash's attempts at cookery do not go well

Ghost in the Machine by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a new laptop opens an old wound

Consequences by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which an encounter with leprechauns leaves the boys very tired indeed

The Microwave by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Andrea Fantucci returns to Eerie after a considerable absense

The Eldritch Abomination in the Room by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the microwave is most definitely not discussed

Basic Household Maintenance by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which manticores are inconsiderate houseguests

Torrential by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is a storm, and the boys eat ice-cream

Linens by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash X makes a bed

Night Music by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon is woken by a nocturnal visitor

In For The Night by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash refuses to leave the house

Hound by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

Waterlogged by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Wildlife by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Rainbow by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Dash fails to properly appreciate Michael Flatley

Jackolantern by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the local pumpkin patch has a problem

Date: 2017-12-25 04:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
ahahahahahaha

i love it

Date: 2017-12-26 01:45 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Not the curse of all-the-good-flavours-are-gone!

Foolish amnesiac mortal!

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