Anti-Santa Origins

Chapter 4

    The only sound in the Compound that day was the sound of trashcans clattering. Everyone was pulling them around the shitty mud track in preparation for the big competition. The trashcans were stuffed with bricks and weighed 80 pounds each. Everyone had 4 tied to them with bungee cords.
    The old speakers crackled to life. "Attention everyone! The competition is starting in 5 minutes. You better be at the Coliseum."
    The compound Coliseum was very very small. But everyone managed to fit in anyway. The competition trash cans were 100 pounds each and everyone had 6. They carried 3 and pulled 3. The Anti-Santas along with their Anti-Mates observed from the balcony as everyone lined up at the starting line. They were to pull the cans around the track for 3 laps to see who won.
    "ON YOUR MARKS!!! GET SET!!! GO!!!!!!!" The first screeched in her abnormally loud voice.
    The Compoundians took off around the track. Mosh took the lead at first before Troll stomped up behind him. Mosh looked behind Troll as he ran to see Makaylaylaylah beating him with the 3 trashcans in her 4 arms.
    "BWABWABWA!!!!!!!" Troll sobbed as he ran.
    Mosh couldn't allow Troll to get first, so he sped up. He had chugged moon dust steroids before the race so his muscles bulged unnaturally large.
    He thought he had the lead, but then he heard, "WHY NON?! WHY NON BEAT TROLL!? TROLL LOVE NON!!!!!! BWABWABWA!!!!!"
    Mosh felt himself start to slow down as the dirt track became very soggy. At first he was confused, but then he looked back to see Trolls fat tears falling from his tiny eyes.
    "LAP TWO!!!!!!!" Anti-Santa 2 announced.
    The ground became wetter and wetter as more tears fell. Randy, who was in fourth, slipped and fell face first into the mud. The Anti-Santas could be heard laughing from up above.
    "Hup 234 hup 234." Mosh chanted to take his mind off of Troll.
    It didn't work because Troll was sobbing at this point. But Mosh was still in the lead, which was good for him. Randie, although he was a fatty, caught up to Makaylaylaylah. He had lots of experience pulling trashcans because he was the Anti-Santas assistant.
    Billy Bob was also in the race, but he was an old fart so no one saw him as a threat. The new woman who washed up on shore was also forced to join. The Anti-Santas had transformed her into a disgusting hybrid of woman and snake. Her giant heavy snake tail slithered behind her. She also had to wear a sun hat because of her allergies. The Antis had assigned her to chef duty, therefore naming her Chef Barnicle.
    "LAP THREE!!!!!!"
    Mosh was becoming very worried at this point. Troll had completely flooded the Coliseum, meaning they were racing underwater. Everyone was furiously swimming. Urd of course was freaking out. He had climbed on top of Trolls head for protection. Troll was so tall that he slightly poked out of the flood. The Anti-Santas had cast a spell to make a magical barrier around their balcony to prevent water from entering.
    Mosh could not swim, so he was very angry when Smelley and Elly swam past. Boland trailed behind them clinging to a hotdog that Elly had hanging from her pocket.
    Janice and Jannet helplessly floated as Hashtag swam circles around them. Everyones magical gills had activated so they were able to breath.
    Smelley and Elly ended up winning along with Boland. They were assigned to the dumpster pulling team along with Randie and Mosh. Mosh was angry at the Antis. But he wasn't allowed to express his anger or he'd be punished.
    The day of the Jesus stealing had arrived. The Anti-Santas had strapped the dumpster team to their assigned harnesses. Blue for the girls and pink for the boys. Everyone was forced to wear a reindeer onesie as they army crawled through the sky. They were on a crappy old runway ready to takeoff. Billy Bob waved a glowstick in the air to signal the Antis. But he did a shitty job so the dumpster took off in the wrong direction. The Anti-Santas had left Cthulu in charge.