~Title: The Santa Clause 2- Christmas Troubles
~Main Characters: Bernard, Curtis, Santa, Lucas
~Rating: G
~Disclaimer: I don't own any character or place from The Santa Clause 1 or 2. I do however own the story itself, and maybe a character or two that I have made up on my own. So I'm not claiming anything here that doesn't belong to me, so please don't you claim anything that is mine to be yours. Do I have you confused? Oh well.
~Wow, there's sure a lot of Santa Clause 2 fics. lol. I didn't think there'd be many, but I guess I was wrong. Well here's mine… don't expect much cause' I'm probably going to totally suck at writing this thing. Oh well, I'll give it my best shot. Please -Read and Review- Thanks.
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Chapter One: Why Me?
"You don't hate me." Bernard stated firmly, giving only the slightest wave of his hand to the side, not missing a beat though as he walked down the aisles of happily working elves, stopping only to give instructions. Having that power, that head elf position. That is what kept him going every day. Though he might not show it as often as others might like him to, he absolutely loved his job at the North Pole. He could of continued checking over the elves at that moment and keep feeling perfectly content and happy… but a small nuisance at his side began to tug at him arm/
"Bernard! Listen to me!" Curtis yelled out suddenly, giving Bernard's arm one more sharp tug. All of the elves stopped working and went silent, then turned towards the two bickering head elves. Bernard glanced nervously from side to side at all of the small, angelic faces watching In shock after the sudden out burst from the number two elf. Biting his lip, he fell to his knees in order to be eye level with Curtis.
"Curtis! You can't do that!" He said sharply in a hushed voice, taking Curtis by the shoulders.
"Well sorry, all high and mighty Bernard!" Curtis obnoxiously spit back at Bernard.
"When did you develop this horrible little attitude problem?" Bernard questioned as he rose back up to a standing position. Stopping halfway up to brush his velvet pants off. Unbeknownst to him at the time before, he had been kneeling in a pile of sawdust. Curtis already having set him off a bit on this cool winter morning, he was not in the mood. So he now announced loudly, "Santa's little helpers!" The room went silent once again and all heads turned toward Bernard. "If you make any bit of a mess, please clean it up!" He gave his pant legs another hard brush. The room filled with sounds of agreement. "Thank you!" He then began to walk once more. Curtis, running to catch up with him, slowed down as soon as he came to his side.
"Me have an attitude probable?" He gasp in shock, trying his best to sound greatly offended. "If anyone…" he stressed on the word anyone. "Anyone has an attitude, it is you, my friend!" Rolling his eyes, Bernard stopped to quickly give some advice on a toy that an elf was working on.
"Well aren't you going to at least humor me a bit with some kind of smart come back or reply?" Curtis asked, annoyance thick in his tone. Bernard glanced down at Bernard, then back up again. He only smiled and chuckled slightly. Curtis let out a small growl.
"Curtis, calm down will you? You've gotten yourself all worked up over nothing." He said attempting to calm the angry little elf down.
"Nothing? Nothing?!" He cried throwing both arms out to the side. Bernard smiled again.
"It's not that big of a deal Curtis. I'm sure next year Santa will pick you to be the one to get the sleigh all ready to go on Christmas eve. This year though, he just thought that I would be the best one fro the job." A smug smile spread over Bernard' face. He was quick to wipe it off though afraid Curtis would see it. He was already in a bad enough mood over the whole thing. Him gloating would only make it worse.
"Well It may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me! I would be the perfect one for the job!" Curtis said looking proud as he thought of how well he would of done the job if only he had been the one that had been picked.
"You can't even reach the reindeer to put the reins on." Bernard muttered under his breath.
"I heard that!" Curtis cried.
Their spat was now foiled as Santa had entered the room at the moment. The two went quiet and quickly walked over to him.
"Hello Santa." Both said in unison. He smiled at them.
"Hello Curtis, Bernard. How have things been going around here this morning?"
"Very well Santa. Very well. I don't know if it's just me or not, but the elves have been working especially hard and well this morning." Bernard ended the answer with a bright smile towards Santa. He patted Bernard on the shoulder. His eyes then shifted to Curtis, who only glared. Santa looked confused and leaned toward Bernard.
"What's wrong with the elf turned evil?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Just in a bad mood over the whole, getting the sleigh ready, thing. You know." Bernard answered, also very quietly. Santa nodded and smiled at Bernard. Then he got back to business.
"Well guys, I've come out here now to ask a favor…" he was abruptly cut off by Curtis.
"A favor you say! Well then I'm the man… er… elf for the job!" Curtis announced happily, sounding like an walking, talking advertisement for himself. Santa got down on his knees in front of Curtis, just as Bernard had, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Curtis, but I was hoping that Bernard could help me out with this one… he's just… you know, better for the job." He gave Curtis a sympathetic look.
"Oh, of course Bernard is the one! Of course!" Ending on that note, he stomped off angrily down the garland and mistletoe decorated hallway.
"Ah, tomorrow he'll be like my best friend again." Bernard said shaking his head. He then turned back to Santa. "So, what was it you needed me for?"
Oh yes, well we have an unidentified object just about directly above us."
"What is it?"
"It's a person we believe."
"Well they can't find us you know. So what are you worried about?"
"I know, but it has been stationary for the last hour." Santa replied scratching his beard a bit. Bernard nodded.
"So…"
"We'd like you to go and check it out." Bernard's eyes widened as soon as he said this.
"Me? Why me?" He asked, his voice coming out more like a squeak that he had hoped for it to. A million different reasons for why it was dangerous for him to go out there when it was another human came to his mind. The main one being, he was an elf!
"Because from what we can gather, it's just about the same size as you are." Bernard closed his eyes for a second then opened them.
"Ok."
They walked to the highest point of the workshop. In there, Santa gave Bernard a long black coat which he put on over his red and green velvet clothes. He then removed his green beret and handed it to Santa.
"So, do I look all that elf-like anymore?" He asked putting his arms out.
"Not at all." Santa replied. Bernard then walked over to a square platform and stood on it. It then began to move upward. As soon as it neared the ceiling, a round hole opened up and Bernard was lifted through it as the platform stopped at the ceiling. He was now on the surface. He walked out a bit and pulled his coat tightly around him as the wind blew and the snow started falling again. He then saw what he had been sent up there for. The snow falling didn't help much on the visual part. It took a few seconds, but he was finally able to make out what it was. He wasn't sure if he was seeing right there. It was an elf…but it didn't work there. Bernard had never seen this elf in his life before.
~Main Characters: Bernard, Curtis, Santa, Lucas
~Rating: G
~Disclaimer: I don't own any character or place from The Santa Clause 1 or 2. I do however own the story itself, and maybe a character or two that I have made up on my own. So I'm not claiming anything here that doesn't belong to me, so please don't you claim anything that is mine to be yours. Do I have you confused? Oh well.
~Wow, there's sure a lot of Santa Clause 2 fics. lol. I didn't think there'd be many, but I guess I was wrong. Well here's mine… don't expect much cause' I'm probably going to totally suck at writing this thing. Oh well, I'll give it my best shot. Please -Read and Review- Thanks.
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Chapter One: Why Me?
"You don't hate me." Bernard stated firmly, giving only the slightest wave of his hand to the side, not missing a beat though as he walked down the aisles of happily working elves, stopping only to give instructions. Having that power, that head elf position. That is what kept him going every day. Though he might not show it as often as others might like him to, he absolutely loved his job at the North Pole. He could of continued checking over the elves at that moment and keep feeling perfectly content and happy… but a small nuisance at his side began to tug at him arm/
"Bernard! Listen to me!" Curtis yelled out suddenly, giving Bernard's arm one more sharp tug. All of the elves stopped working and went silent, then turned towards the two bickering head elves. Bernard glanced nervously from side to side at all of the small, angelic faces watching In shock after the sudden out burst from the number two elf. Biting his lip, he fell to his knees in order to be eye level with Curtis.
"Curtis! You can't do that!" He said sharply in a hushed voice, taking Curtis by the shoulders.
"Well sorry, all high and mighty Bernard!" Curtis obnoxiously spit back at Bernard.
"When did you develop this horrible little attitude problem?" Bernard questioned as he rose back up to a standing position. Stopping halfway up to brush his velvet pants off. Unbeknownst to him at the time before, he had been kneeling in a pile of sawdust. Curtis already having set him off a bit on this cool winter morning, he was not in the mood. So he now announced loudly, "Santa's little helpers!" The room went silent once again and all heads turned toward Bernard. "If you make any bit of a mess, please clean it up!" He gave his pant legs another hard brush. The room filled with sounds of agreement. "Thank you!" He then began to walk once more. Curtis, running to catch up with him, slowed down as soon as he came to his side.
"Me have an attitude probable?" He gasp in shock, trying his best to sound greatly offended. "If anyone…" he stressed on the word anyone. "Anyone has an attitude, it is you, my friend!" Rolling his eyes, Bernard stopped to quickly give some advice on a toy that an elf was working on.
"Well aren't you going to at least humor me a bit with some kind of smart come back or reply?" Curtis asked, annoyance thick in his tone. Bernard glanced down at Bernard, then back up again. He only smiled and chuckled slightly. Curtis let out a small growl.
"Curtis, calm down will you? You've gotten yourself all worked up over nothing." He said attempting to calm the angry little elf down.
"Nothing? Nothing?!" He cried throwing both arms out to the side. Bernard smiled again.
"It's not that big of a deal Curtis. I'm sure next year Santa will pick you to be the one to get the sleigh all ready to go on Christmas eve. This year though, he just thought that I would be the best one fro the job." A smug smile spread over Bernard' face. He was quick to wipe it off though afraid Curtis would see it. He was already in a bad enough mood over the whole thing. Him gloating would only make it worse.
"Well It may not be a big deal to you, but it is to me! I would be the perfect one for the job!" Curtis said looking proud as he thought of how well he would of done the job if only he had been the one that had been picked.
"You can't even reach the reindeer to put the reins on." Bernard muttered under his breath.
"I heard that!" Curtis cried.
Their spat was now foiled as Santa had entered the room at the moment. The two went quiet and quickly walked over to him.
"Hello Santa." Both said in unison. He smiled at them.
"Hello Curtis, Bernard. How have things been going around here this morning?"
"Very well Santa. Very well. I don't know if it's just me or not, but the elves have been working especially hard and well this morning." Bernard ended the answer with a bright smile towards Santa. He patted Bernard on the shoulder. His eyes then shifted to Curtis, who only glared. Santa looked confused and leaned toward Bernard.
"What's wrong with the elf turned evil?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"Just in a bad mood over the whole, getting the sleigh ready, thing. You know." Bernard answered, also very quietly. Santa nodded and smiled at Bernard. Then he got back to business.
"Well guys, I've come out here now to ask a favor…" he was abruptly cut off by Curtis.
"A favor you say! Well then I'm the man… er… elf for the job!" Curtis announced happily, sounding like an walking, talking advertisement for himself. Santa got down on his knees in front of Curtis, just as Bernard had, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Curtis, but I was hoping that Bernard could help me out with this one… he's just… you know, better for the job." He gave Curtis a sympathetic look.
"Oh, of course Bernard is the one! Of course!" Ending on that note, he stomped off angrily down the garland and mistletoe decorated hallway.
"Ah, tomorrow he'll be like my best friend again." Bernard said shaking his head. He then turned back to Santa. "So, what was it you needed me for?"
Oh yes, well we have an unidentified object just about directly above us."
"What is it?"
"It's a person we believe."
"Well they can't find us you know. So what are you worried about?"
"I know, but it has been stationary for the last hour." Santa replied scratching his beard a bit. Bernard nodded.
"So…"
"We'd like you to go and check it out." Bernard's eyes widened as soon as he said this.
"Me? Why me?" He asked, his voice coming out more like a squeak that he had hoped for it to. A million different reasons for why it was dangerous for him to go out there when it was another human came to his mind. The main one being, he was an elf!
"Because from what we can gather, it's just about the same size as you are." Bernard closed his eyes for a second then opened them.
"Ok."
They walked to the highest point of the workshop. In there, Santa gave Bernard a long black coat which he put on over his red and green velvet clothes. He then removed his green beret and handed it to Santa.
"So, do I look all that elf-like anymore?" He asked putting his arms out.
"Not at all." Santa replied. Bernard then walked over to a square platform and stood on it. It then began to move upward. As soon as it neared the ceiling, a round hole opened up and Bernard was lifted through it as the platform stopped at the ceiling. He was now on the surface. He walked out a bit and pulled his coat tightly around him as the wind blew and the snow started falling again. He then saw what he had been sent up there for. The snow falling didn't help much on the visual part. It took a few seconds, but he was finally able to make out what it was. He wasn't sure if he was seeing right there. It was an elf…but it didn't work there. Bernard had never seen this elf in his life before.