Happy To Know You, Grumpy

Worthless

The snowy day raged on in Jollywood, and deep within a spooky forest there stood a tall purple and blue colored manor, in which the Glooms lived in. The manor was a very odd shape, the roofs were slanted at uneven heights. There are lots of yellowish-orange colored windows all around the exterior of the house, which is strange considering how The Glooms hardly ever wanted people sneaking up on them by looking through their windows. The manor includes a tall bricked chimney and a balcony where they spy on Jollywoodians and the Queen.

This manor is home of the retched Hilda and Grim Gloom, a gothic couple who have "mastermind" plots on overthrowing the Queen and taking over Jollywood!

Thankfully for Jollywood, all their past plans have failed, which leaves Hilda in a miserable state.

There lay Hilda Gloom, laying dramatically on her purple couch located in the living room. Hilda stares up at her dark ceiling, sulking. She then groans, and pulls a pillow to her face, screaming in it loudly.

Grim Gloom races down the stairs, noticing how sad his poor wife is. "What is it, my dear Hildy-Willdy?" Grim asks, plopping down on the empty space on the couch. He tries to stroke his wife's hair, but she merely pushes his hand away, angrily.

"Arrrgh! Grim! Isn't it devastating how Christmas is the exact same day as Gloomy day is? When did that happen?" She cries.

"Well I'm not sure my devious-diva... but last year Gloomy day and Christmas fell on the same day too!" Grim said, stroking his chin trying to think. But for Grim, thinking wasn't his strong suit.

Hilda slammed her face into the pillow once again. "You know Grim... I don't think we'll ever defeat the Queen. This Gloomy day is going to be even Gloomier than ever!"

"Well isn't that a good thing? Everyone LOVES Gloomy day!" Grim tries to cheer Hilda up.

Hilda sits straight up, her eyes bulging out of her sockets as she glares at Grim. "NO GRIM! That is NOT a GOOD thing! Gloomy day SHOULD be GLOOMY, but only for other people! That's the whole point of Gloomy day. It's for us to go and ruin everyone else's day, but..." Hilda pauses. She sinks lower into the couch once again. "But... I feel super Gloomy. I'll never be Queen." Hilda grabs the pillow, hugging it to her body, tears build in her eyes. She sniffles a little. "I'm worthless." Hilda started to cry softly.

This surprised Grim. Grim got up off the couch slowly, still staring at his wife. Hildy's... crying? He thought to himself, clearly speechless. I've seen Hildy cry before... but lately she's been really depressed. What if..-

Grim suddenly had an idea. He thought back to last years Gloomy day, Christmas for the Jollywoodians, and even though it was dreadful, he thought that maybe they could try what they did again!

Last year, Hilda got a devise which sucks the joy out of everyone, and to celebrate Gloomy day, Hildy and Grim all went around town, sucking the joy out everyone! It was a surprisingly well thought out plan, but they missed one little problem: Happy. When it came to the time for Hilda to suck out Happy's joy, the devise got over powered. The devise got so full of joy, the whole thing leaked out, and ruined the Gloom's plan.

It was all Happy's fault!

Grim shook his head just thinking about it. "Hildy... why don't we try and suck the joy out of everyone in Jollywood again?"

Hilda didn't reply. Grim knew she thought he was an idiot, especially since that didn't work last year, but he kept insisting. "Hildy! I know it didn't work last year, but think about it! We can try it again. There has to be a way to stop Happy... isn't there?"

Hilda still didn't respond. Grim just sighed and walked upstairs, out to the balcony, to watch the Queen's castle. He stared out at the glistening stars. The stars looked like they were billions of golden winking eyes. Grim laid his hands on the balcony's edge, laying his head down on his hands.