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This is a 4 part story. The stories starts from the past on how the elves were treated (warning does involve abuse) and th...
"Santa, are you okay? Over. Over." Judy calls out through the mic, trying to connect with Santa, but receives no answer. Worryingly, the female elf runs to the tracking room, where Quintin, Alfina, and Bernard sit drinking cocoa.
"We've got a problem. Santa was at the Miller's, but he's not responding." She addressed the situation.
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Quintin crosses his arms, leaning against his seat, and peeks at Bernard, "Well, time to deploy E.L.F.S." The head elf sets down his mug on the table, stands up, and quickly limps to the bell. Then, pulling the string, he sounds the alarm.
The E.L.F.S bolted down the winding halls of the workshop, turning on their jetpacks, "Let's go! Go!"
"Go, go, go, go! Move it!"
The elves jumped in the air and flew out of the Pole to the Miller's residents. Bernard sat back down and rubbed his sore leg, "You okay, Bernard?" Alfina rubs the head elf's arm. Bernard glances at her with a small smile, "Just sore. That's all." He responded. The girl nodded and rested her head on his shoulder. Bernard pats her hand and takes another sip of his cocoa with a thoughtful expression.
"Maybe I should send Alfina back home." He wondered, "If we ever need her, I can get her." The head elf felt a pang in his chest. That means he would be letting her go. "Is this what happens when you love someone? You have to let them go?" The elf peers at Alfina to see her rubbing his hand with her thumb in circles. She loves him and will always be there for him and the elves. He can't let her go, but he can't have her stay, either. Quintin watches from the corner of his eye, knowing the look Bernard has on his face. Alfina was slowly drifting in and out of sleep, her hands on the head elf's arm and hand.
The E.L.F.S arrived at the top of the Miller's house, where Charlie sat, surprised to see the team stand there, shutting down their packs for a moment.
"Charlie?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry. We're the good guys. Come on. Let's go save Santa." The leader of the team steps up to Charlie with a smile.
"We can't. The police are watching this place." Charlie points out with a frown as he stands up on his feet.
"Yeah, they probably are. But you see, we weren't figuring on walking out the door. We find that we can get around a lot faster if we fly. Now... grab hold of my hand. And hang on tight." The leader offers his hand to Charlie, who takes his hand. The team and Charlie walk to the edge of the roof before stopping.
"And Charlie?" The E.L.F.S leader turns his attention to the child.
"Yeah?"
"Don't ever try this without elf supervision." He orders.
The elves turned their packs on and began taking off on the roof. Charlie tightened his grip on the leader's hand as they passed an officer drinking out of his travel mug, surprising him, "Hmm? Ah!" Coffee spilled on the officer's coat, and the elves laughed before disappearing in the dark.
Inside the interrogation room, The Chief of police stood before Scott Calvin, "Look, I know you're Scott Calvin. You know you're Scott Calvin. So let's make this simple. I say, name. You say, Scott Calvin." The Chief spoke and gestured for Scott to lean forward.
"Name?"
"Kriss Kringle."
"Name?"
"Sinter Klas," Scott answered as a smile crept on his face.
"Name?" Frustration laces in the Chief's voice as Scott continues, "Pere Noel. Buono Natale. Pelz-Nicole. Topo Gigio." He chuckles as the Chief adjusts his tie, "Okay, Calvin. Maybe a couple of hours in the tank will change your mind."
The elves and Charlie arrived at the police station moments later; an officer sat behind the desk with a doughnut in his chubby hand.
SQUEAK!
SLAM!
The male officer frowns, hearing the doors open and close. Then, leaning over the desk, he spots the elves and Charlie standing there quietly. "We're looking for Santa Claus." Then, finally, the leader of the elves spoke. "Go home, kids. Visiting hours are over." He grunts.
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"We're not kids, and we're not visiting." The leader remarked, shaking his head with his eyes closed. "We're here to bust out my dad," Charlie added with a grin. "You're the Calvin boy. Who-- who are these other kids?" The male officer's eyes widen as he pulls out Charlie's file, then gazes at the elves confusingly.
"We're your worst nightmare." The lead elf gestures his head to the others, "Elves with attitude." The other elves pulled the officer back in his seat and began tying him with tinsel. The officer spun in circles as the elves and Charlie laughed.
"Shouldn't have had that doughnut. Oh!" The officer groans, watching the elves and Charlie jog to the cells. "Untie me! I mean it! Untie--" Charlie grabs the leftover doughnut and shoves it in the officer's mouth.
"Charlie!" Santa calls out as Charlie and the elves burst through the door.
"Are you okay, Dad?"
"I am now." The elves sprinted up to the cell door and started cutting the cell door open. Santa whistles, "How'd you do that?" He steps out of the cell, inspecting the clean-cut, and curiously stares at the lead elf. "Tinsel. Not just for decoration." He answers, holding the tinsel in his hand.
"Hmm."
"Hey, excuse me. Can I get some of that tinsel?" A man locked in the other cell asks as the elves, Santa, and Charlie bolt out of the police station. Santa grabs Charlie as the elves jog beside them, "Hurry! we need to get back to the Miller's!" Santa ordered. The E.L.F.S turned on their packs, and they flew in the air.
Meanwhile, at the North Pole, Bernard nudged Alfina and grabbed his coat, "Bernard?" Alfina mumbles tiredly. The head elf stood shakily and grabbed the girl's arm, "We have to make sure Santa made it back to the Miller's house." The girl stood up and rubbed her eyes, "Okay."
