Part 21
Last time, Cowhidey was girl shopping at the bar with Froggy, and Squirrely and Monkeyy were back in time where they had just finished an interview with Karl Marx for Squirrely’s journalism assignment.
The old London street Squirrely and Monkeyy walked down was still lifeless and damp. Night had settled, revealing an eerie orange glow from the scattered street lamps. Occasionally, black buggies pulled by equally black horses rolled past, splashing small puddles as they went.
“Do you know where we’re at?” asked Squirrely.
“No,” said Monkeyy. “Let me get my gpa- oh wait, no satellites…”
“This place feels kinda creepy,” said Squirrely as she rubbed the side of her arm.
“Yeah it does,” said Monkeyy. “How are we supposed to get back home?”
“I guess we need to make another time traveling taco.”
“So we need to find a bakery.”
“It would seem so, but I don’t think there are any open right now,” said Squirrely.
Suddenly a hideous scream echoed from a dark alley just to the left of the chew toys. They both stopped dead, and huddled against each other in anticipation. They strained their eyes to make out from where exactly the scream came from but could see nothing.
“YOU THERE!” yelled a Londoner dressed in the traditional attire of a British officer of the law. “Which one of you screamed?”
“It wasn’t us,” said Monkeyy. “It came from that alley.”
The officer walked cautiously towards them, before jumping back with a startle. The chew toys turned back to the alley to find a woman covered in blood and collapsed just outside the shadow of the alley’s entrance. The officer quickly ran to her as the chew toys stared in horror.
“She’s dead,” said the officer. “You two are coming with me.”
Meanwhile, in the present, Cowhidey and Froggy were at a bar where Cowhidey was talking to a blue rubber ball with a jingle bell inside of her. Stuff like that really turned Cowhidey on.
“So what was your name again?” he asked.
“Jingly,” giggled the ball.
“And what kind of stuff do you do for fun?” he asked.
“Hey, Cowhidey,” interrupted Froggy. “Hey man, I’m about to head out. Are you coming with me?”
“Already?! Dude, we just got here!” said Cowhidey.
“Yeah, well Giraffey’s been texting me. She’s bored and wants to watch a movie.”
“Then tell her to watch a movie.”
“I think she wants to watch a movie together. It’s one she’s been wanting to watch for a while.”
“Well,” said Cowhidey to Jingly, “you think maybe you can give me a ride if I stay here?”
“No need,” said a deep, masculine- almost jolly voice which was undeniably not Jingly’s. The chew toys turned their confused heads to a booming presence at the bar’s entrance.
“Santa?” they asked.
Next time, Santa picks our chew toy heroes up for a magical Christmas adventure that will surely end in death.