It was that time of the year again. It was the time of joy and cheer. When the far and the near. Came together and celebrated the beautiful festival of Christmas with their dear ones, sometimes strange ones and rarely the ones who used to roam around in shorts and ran throughout the city.
Genius Rabbit loved Christmas. It was the most peaceful time. He loved swaying on his hammock, installed right behind his shack. He lay there, sipping his whiskey, smoking, reminiscing days of childhood, of love and holy fuck shit...
Something shook Genius out of his thoughts. It was very high resonating sound, almost deafening him. Who's creating such a ruckus at this time? It's Christmas for Christ's sake. Thought Genius. He got up from his hammock and saw a sparkling light at the end of the tunnel. No wait. He got up from his hammock and saw a sparkling light at the top of the mountain which was about a few hundred kilometers from Genius's house.
“What the fuck is that?” Genius said to himself.
The lights were glowing in a periodic sense. Red, then white, then somehow, violet. Genius was thoroughly confused. He had to find out.
Whiskey, down.
Cigarette, stubbed.
Night-suit, taken-off.
Genius sat on the Harley. The engine gnarled. He put on his headphones. He turned his play-list from Psychadelia to Christmas Carols. He was off to find the intruder of the Christmas spirit.
After ten seconds, Genius came back to his shack.
Hehe. I forgot the stash. He said to the camera, not realising that the form of communication here, is writing.
He was off again.
The cold wind blew hard on his face, his whiskers had snowflakes stuck on it, his ears were not dangling in the air anymore. They were frozen hard. Damn helmet with holes for the ears to hang out.
“Stop!”
Genius pushed the brake so hard that he was bound to fall from his bike into the bushes in front, over the weird thing that said 'stop'. Making the bike take a few somersaults, again over the weird green thing, and crashing right onto a huge boulder, making it dysfunctional. Ruined.
“Are you out of your fuckin' mind?” Genius shouted from the bushes, trying to get up.
It turned. Turned towards Genius and walked slowly towards him. The headlights of the bike making a sweet silhouette for it. “Sorry fo' that, eh. They call me Grinch.” It stretched it's arm for Genius to get up. “And narrato'. Stop callin' me it yo.”
Oh. No, I thought you were the anti-Christmas guy, you know. You should be referred as an 'it' or something.
“No man. I'm no anti-shmanti. I love Christmas yo.”
I and Genius stared back hard, in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” Genius asked, taking his helmet off, rattling his body to get rid of the snow.
“Yeah man. I love Christmas. The carols, the cakes, the tree, the presents, the marij...”
“I get the drift man. You ruined my Harley. I loved that ride man.”
“No problemo.”And with a slight turn of the wrist, the Grinch turned the Harley back to mint condition.
“Hey. That's brilliant. We should chill sometimes. I think Santa's coming over too tomorrow night.”
“SANTA!!” The Grinch's eyes were red with anger. “That excuse for a super-hero. I hate that sonova..”
“Hey, now c'mon. He's a chilled-out guy. I thought you liked Christmas.”
“Yeah, but not Santa man. He stole my thunder. I could 'ave been the one giving gifts to small children yo. I should've got those cool flying reindeers. I should've been the one in the Coke commercial.”
A confused Genius asked the question which was going to unravel the mystery behind the whole concept of Christmas the reason for such an allegation been put on the saviour of Christmas, Santa.
“Why?”
To find out the answer, wait for the next episode. The Chronicles of Genius Rabbit: Tale o da Grinch yo! Yeah, a two part episode and all. But this shit's gonna get interesting yo. Damn. Thank you Grinch for spoiling my fucking language, you green lover or hater or whatever of Christmas!
So yeah, here's Porky Pig doing the outro today.
Abeey-abeey-abeey-abeey. That's all fucktards!
Genius Rabbit loved Christmas. It was the most peaceful time. He loved swaying on his hammock, installed right behind his shack. He lay there, sipping his whiskey, smoking, reminiscing days of childhood, of love and holy fuck shit...
Something shook Genius out of his thoughts. It was very high resonating sound, almost deafening him. Who's creating such a ruckus at this time? It's Christmas for Christ's sake. Thought Genius. He got up from his hammock and saw a sparkling light at the end of the tunnel. No wait. He got up from his hammock and saw a sparkling light at the top of the mountain which was about a few hundred kilometers from Genius's house.
“What the fuck is that?” Genius said to himself.
The lights were glowing in a periodic sense. Red, then white, then somehow, violet. Genius was thoroughly confused. He had to find out.
Whiskey, down.
Cigarette, stubbed.
Night-suit, taken-off.
Genius sat on the Harley. The engine gnarled. He put on his headphones. He turned his play-list from Psychadelia to Christmas Carols. He was off to find the intruder of the Christmas spirit.
After ten seconds, Genius came back to his shack.
Hehe. I forgot the stash. He said to the camera, not realising that the form of communication here, is writing.
He was off again.
The cold wind blew hard on his face, his whiskers had snowflakes stuck on it, his ears were not dangling in the air anymore. They were frozen hard. Damn helmet with holes for the ears to hang out.
“Stop!”
Genius pushed the brake so hard that he was bound to fall from his bike into the bushes in front, over the weird thing that said 'stop'. Making the bike take a few somersaults, again over the weird green thing, and crashing right onto a huge boulder, making it dysfunctional. Ruined.
“Are you out of your fuckin' mind?” Genius shouted from the bushes, trying to get up.
It turned. Turned towards Genius and walked slowly towards him. The headlights of the bike making a sweet silhouette for it. “Sorry fo' that, eh. They call me Grinch.” It stretched it's arm for Genius to get up. “And narrato'. Stop callin' me it yo.”
Oh. No, I thought you were the anti-Christmas guy, you know. You should be referred as an 'it' or something.
“No man. I'm no anti-shmanti. I love Christmas yo.”
I and Genius stared back hard, in disbelief.
“Are you serious?” Genius asked, taking his helmet off, rattling his body to get rid of the snow.
“Yeah man. I love Christmas. The carols, the cakes, the tree, the presents, the marij...”
“I get the drift man. You ruined my Harley. I loved that ride man.”
“No problemo.”And with a slight turn of the wrist, the Grinch turned the Harley back to mint condition.
“Hey. That's brilliant. We should chill sometimes. I think Santa's coming over too tomorrow night.”
“SANTA!!” The Grinch's eyes were red with anger. “That excuse for a super-hero. I hate that sonova..”
“Hey, now c'mon. He's a chilled-out guy. I thought you liked Christmas.”
“Yeah, but not Santa man. He stole my thunder. I could 'ave been the one giving gifts to small children yo. I should've got those cool flying reindeers. I should've been the one in the Coke commercial.”
A confused Genius asked the question which was going to unravel the mystery behind the whole concept of Christmas the reason for such an allegation been put on the saviour of Christmas, Santa.
“Why?”
To find out the answer, wait for the next episode. The Chronicles of Genius Rabbit: Tale o da Grinch yo! Yeah, a two part episode and all. But this shit's gonna get interesting yo. Damn. Thank you Grinch for spoiling my fucking language, you green lover or hater or whatever of Christmas!
So yeah, here's Porky Pig doing the outro today.
Abeey-abeey-abeey-abeey. That's all fucktards!
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