Where does he live (3)

Kahvi eyes light up, as she understands what Anni is saying. Kahvi turns her eyes towards Tick and thinks to herself "Ticks getting a plan, Ticks getting a plan."

"THAT'S IT!" Tick yells out and the Scooby Gang jumps because…well, because Tick can yell! "SANTA'S MAGIC DUST!" Tick runs to the radio. "SunAeryn! Can you hear me?"

<<***crackle,crackle***>>> "Tick? Is that you? DR GOBBLES just left us alone and Santa isn't looking so good!" SunAeryn could be heard whispering.

"Sun, I have an idea. Look in Santa's right boot there should be a pack of MAGIC DUST and it should be a red color…..Find it?" Tick asked.

"Good! Sprinkle a little on you and Santa and you will both shrink down. I need you to hide Santa and yourself so that if DR. GOBBLES comes back he will think you have escaped.

There is another pack of green MAGIC DUST in Santa's left boot but that will return you to normal size. Just hang in there we are coming!"

That taken care of Tick turned to the Scooby Gang. "ATTENTION! There is an elf town just before we get to Santa's work shop. I think we should stop there, get supplies and decide our plan of attack on DR. GOBBLES." The Scooby Gang all nodded in agreement.

Artickat lifted her paw(Hey, she wasn't stupid, she didn't want to get this new take charge army Tick miffed at her). "Yes, artickat. What's your question?"

"No need to hide artickat. I don't think it will be a good idea if we split up because Santa will need us all. Anyway, together no one can beat us!" Scooby Gang gives a cheer. "We will take the sled of course, if it can hold all Santa's toys it can hold a crazy Scooby Gang. Let's hit the skies!"

Sun found the pack of red "MAGIC DUST" in Santa's boot and sprinkled some on Santa and herself. "Darn, not small enough." So Sun sprinkled a little more "MAGIC DUST", a little more "MAGIC DUST", a little more "MAGIC DUST"! (Okay,

"Come on Santa, let's hide in that crack in the wall." Sun said in a squeaky mouse voice (no offence mouse!)"I hope the Gang gets here soon!"

of snow The Sixth-Sense Dreamer was hopelessly lost. She had been out exploring the Scifi sea on her stealth speed boat, when her GPS had shorted out and she had ended up running aground on the vast plain of ice.

With no other means of transportation, she had gathered up all the supplies she could carry in her pack and started walking Northward.

6th looked down at the compass in her hand. It had frozen solid. She sighed, tossing the compass over her shoulder. She had already had to drop some of her other things, and she was getting so cold.

"That's just great." 6th said to herself. "No compass, I'm running out of food. And there's not a soul for miles. Thank god I'm wearing goretex."

She moved on through the snow, slipping some on the ice. 6th began to shiver. She pulled off one glove and was dismayed to see she was turning blue.

She looked around, trying to get her bearings. Ahead of her was a small hill and, figuring she could see better if she were higher up, 6th climbed as quickly as she could to the top.

Reaching the top, she set down her pack and rummaged through it. "Where is that thing?" she muttered, then "Aha!" she cried as she pulled out a pair of high-tech binoculars. She scanned the horizon, shivering.

Off in the distance to her left, she spied a moving object. She adjusted the controls on her binoculars, zooming in on the dark form.

"Sweet mother of Crap!" 6th yelled. "People! A sled!" She couldn't recognize any of the people from this distance. But given the choice between freezing to death and getting rescued, 6th was no dummy.

"I don't know how fast Santa's reindeer go but these pigs kick...ah...Butt! Yeah, that's it." Artickat says while sitting on the back of the sled the wind whipping through her fur. "YEEE HAAA!"

"Don't look at me! Charlie would know but thanks to that fake Sun" Tick points at the tied up imposter (well, we couldn't leave her and let her tell the Turkey our plans!) "We won't know until he wakes up."

the evil fu_manchu_turkey, a rather smallish SunAeryn and Santa were busy trying to stay small. Unknown to Sun the pixie dust only works for short periods of time.....it's timed to last long enough for Santa to go down the chimmeny. So Sun had to keep sprinkling Santa's duxt on herself and the Jolly old Elf, who was losing it. Santa wasn't speaking like he normally does. He was sounding more and more like TickTick did when she lost it. Speaking in a weird elvish tounge.

Sun was thinking,"What's taking them so long?" Just then she heard foot, rather claw steps heading towards the space she and Santa were hiding in. Santa started to get big....Sun quickly sprinkled more dust on him....and found out that there wasn't enough for her and Santa.....only enough for one. So Sun had to hide. She wanted to save the dust for Santa.

"If I can make the jerky think that Santa got away then maybe that'll give the Scaper Scobbies enough time to find us." Sun thought as she started to get bigger. Sun sprinkled the last of the dust on Santa and put him in her vest pocket, hoping that he wouldn't get any bigger. And found a spot to hide.

"Santa, you gotta stay small.....we gotta be able to make fu think you escaped!" Sun told Santa as seh ducked into a doorway. The room was dark......

There was a sharp ripping sound, a sudden bright light, and suddenly Sun was flying, arching into the daylight in a graceful swandive...

"DREN!" is all that came to Sun's mind when she hit the snowbank. It covered the fact that landing on her rump(?) hurt like the dickens and that she had lost the diminutive Santa. "Well I'm frelled" Sun said getting up....she started looking for Santa....she looked into the tube she went down....thought to herself 'I'm glad that was fast....and I didn't get stuck'. SunAeryn shivered. She really wasn't dressed for all this snow. Her PK outfit was more suited for being indoors. Tank tops and snow just dont' mix. Sun searched on for Santa.....not listening for anything other than his voice. She didn't even notice the sled full of people heading straight for her.

Ragnar was driving the pigs, he had heard the yells of Sun with the help of TickTick's super elf hearing....and headed over to help her. Sun was looking around franticlly for Santa and mumbling...."Man, TickTick is not gonna be happy with me.....noone is.....How could I do that?" Sun continued mumbling and searching.

Ragnar and the rest of the gang watched Sun searching and turning blue. Labmouse sneezed and that caught Sun's attention....she thought it was Santa. "Santa? Is that you?" Sun asked turning around.....then she saw the Gang....and the imposter Sun. SunAeryn headed over to the imposter and tried to grap her....but Anni stopped her.

"What? I just wanted to thank her for knocking me out!" Sun said shivering. "Gang.....I have bad news....I will understand if you don't want me around anymore...but I just dont' know how else to tell you. I lost Santa. I had him in my vest pocket, Tick don't look at me like that. Someone forgot to tell me that the dust didnt' last very long and I used it all up trying to keep Santa small so that evil jerky wouldn't get him. Well I fell down this tube thing and landed out here.....some how I lost Santa on the way." Sun told the Gang.

"Not really.....I didn't know how cold it was here. I think I lost my feet over there somewhere." Sun said pointing to the spot she landed on. "Well now what? I lost Santa." Sun said sadly.

"Now what in the world is an abandoned theme part doing out here? and where in the world is Santa!" (I bet he isn't the only one asking that latter question today?) :)

"Uh what are you mumbling about big guy?" Someone asked. There were several sets of shuffing feet behind him.Sun was now perched in front of the heater while Raven searched her out some better wear...the guys as always were being shoed away for that event. :)

An odd thought struck Ragnar as he looked on. If Sun was here...then who had they been chasing in that sub under the water? Could it be that Dr. Gobbles and fu_mancho_turkey aren't the same!?!.....

6th was still freezing. She heard the offer of cocoa, but no one has handed her any. She looked around for a blanket or SOMETHING to cover up with.

6th couldn't really feel her legs any more. She really needed to change out of her soaked clothes, but her hands were shaking too much to reach her pack.

She curled up in a ball on the seat of the sled, trying to warm herself up. Her normally bouncy red curls were plastered against her head, and her clothes stuck to her body. She shook as she tried to ring out her hat full of water and half melted snow over the side of the sled.

6th listened to the others talk of evil Turkeys, and missing Santa. She knew she has stuff in her pack that would probably help the Scooby gang, and her particular expertise...well, she had been compared to Emma Peel, Felicity Shagwell, and Dana Scully...among others, but her teeth were chattering too hard to tell anyone.

"uh-uh-uh-um..g-g-g-g-gu--guy--guys..." She tried to get their attention. "I-I--I--m-m-m-mi-migh-might---b-b-be--ab-able--t-t-tt-to--h--he-help..."

Mouse sees 6th curled up in a little ball and realizes she hasn't changed yet. RAVEN, mouse shouts - get some of your extra clothes out for 6th, and we need a little space by the heater too! 6th is hurried to the heater, the guys are shuffled away, and the extra clothes are provided. Once 6th was in the warmer, dry clothes with her (and SunAeryn's)hair dried by Raven's solar-powered hair dryer, she was able to drink her cocoa. As the shaking subsided, 6th remembered she had something in her bag that might help the gang. Mouse scampered off to retrieve the bag, and 6th started rummaging through it.

For not letting her freeze! She pushed up the sleeves on the coat someone had handed her, wondering what tall person these clothes beloned to. Then she began rummaging in her pack, talking as she looks.

"Hmmm...I know it's in here somewhere...let's see, missing Santa, evil Turkeys...you know, guys...I've worked with Santa before...well, not FOR him...Kind of like a body guard...I haven't seen him in ages though...Where is that darn thing?..."

6th grins "You ever see the movie "Men in Black"? That's kind of what I do...freelance though. Mostly I do 'government' work...you know...Cia...Fbi...British Secret Service...Those aliens really love Santa...some of them a bit too much...A-ha!" 6th cries, pulling out a small flat box. She pulls out an antenna, pushes a few buttons, and the box starts to beep. She hands the box to Ragnar.

"Here, since you know more of what you're looking for. Santa should show up as a red and green flashing light. Just let it scan the area. We have had a tracking device on Santa for a while...unless it's been removed since I worked on that job, you should be able to get SOME idea of where Santa is."

Ragnar greatfully accepts the monitor from 6th, looking a little abashed, and feeling a bit bad that she remained uncared for for so long. He had thought that that had been taken care of, and simply hadn't checked up on her. He'd be more careful in the future. At least she was in good hands now. Red curls? Someone once told him red curls mean danger...hmmm.

Nodding and smiling at 6th he gave her a quick once over. Not that he didn't trust her but he couldn't help but wonder exactly what she had been doing out here, and exactly who felt a need to keep a tracker on Santa! There was also the question of just how she happened to have this devise that just happened to be tuned to the correct frequency?

Ragnar tweaked it a bit. "The signal's weak but it's deffinately coming from inside the theme park. We're just going to have to go look and see."

"It's too dark in here" Sword feels against the wall looking for a light switch "I think this is it" SWORD flips the switch up and the room is flooded with light.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" artickat let's out a cry and the Scooby Gang all become tense, ready to do battle."Sorry...it's just me." Artickat points to her reflection in the funny mirror.

"Keep up then!" Ragnar mutters under his breath. 6th rolls her eyes, sighing. She would have to keep in mind that the Scooby gang probably didn't fully trust her, showing up in the middle of nowhere like that. She turned around and was greeted with hundreds of images of the gang.

The rest of the gang looked around, realizing that they were all seeing mulitple images of each other, and it was nearly impossible to tell which was real and which was a mirrior.

"We need to keep moving." Rangar looks at the Santa tracker "This way." Walking to the far wall Rangar comes to a halt in front of the only mirror still standing.

"Don't! It's a very sensitive piece of equipment!" 6th pushes her way through the Gang and takes the tracker from Rangar. "You must be reading it wrong."

After moving the tracker this way and that 6th finally turns to the Gang "Sorry about doubting you Rangar. He's was correct, Santa reads to be in the mirror."

Tick puts her hand out to touch the mirror but instead of touching the mirror her hand goes into the mirror. "WOW!" Tick jumps back and looks at the others "Did you see that?"

"Wait! Let's hold hands so we don't loose anyone." Mouse holds her hand out. After every one of the Gang is holding hands, Rangar jumps into the mirror, pulling the rest of the Gang after him...

...do I talk myself into these things Ragnar thought as a great sucking sensation grabbed him by the feet and tugged him downward into a maze of swirling colors. He clung tightly to the hand of the Scaper behind him fearful of loosing the others.

A kite tail of Scooby Scapers disappeared into the mirror, the last making a slight sucking sound and a pop. The mirror burped and a rippling grin spread across its surface.

There was only one last flaw to this plan that worried him. There had better be a soft landing because he was going to be at the bottom of a Scooby pile!

The rest of the gang hits and they all go under. As they make their way back to the surface, they realize they are in one frelling big hot tub....

"I'm fine. I've been in here since I feel out of your pocket and went down a different tube." Santa tips his head back with a big grin "Actually enjoying myself, Mrs. Clause wanted a hot tub but I said that it would be silly. I think I've changed my mind!"

"Come on Santa let's get you out of here and dried off so you won't be late for Christmas." Tick climbs out and reaches down to help Santa.

A drenched Ticker looks on, elven ears twitching away the extra water. Mouse, Artic, 6th and the other Scaper ladies look at him and begin to smile. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...Ragnar suddenly thinks to himself.

6th reaches down into the water and pulls up a dripping and totally useless Tracker. She tosses it over the side of the tub, and hauls up her sodden backpack. 6th finally climbs out of the tub, soaked yet again to the bone. She turns her pack upsidedown, and a spill of water and other ruined electronic equipment splashes to the floor.

"Thank god I remembered to pack my spare change of clothes in waterproof covering." 6th sighed "I don't know why I didn't do that to the rest of the stuff. Do you guys have any idea how much that stuff cost me?"

"well..." 6th turns to the other Scapers. "Any idea what to do now? My vote is to find some dry clothes for you all. We may not be in the Artic anymore, but it's still winter, and I don't want you guys catching colds!"

"There are plenty of dry cloths here in the grotto. In fact there are some showers just around the corner there if that helps. A complete locker room and all."

6th nodds greatfully. She really doesn't like getting wet.She shake spraying water all about then heads for the bath. Ragnar watchs her stalk off to dry off, her once curly red hair now straight and plastered. He grins at that. (for explaination check the BroMo post in the attic garden! :) )

When 6th is safely out of sight he quickly kneels down and gathers up her discarded gear. There might be something usefull he could learn here. This is some neat stuff!

"Hey SWORD, Anni, Tick, Sun? Do any of you guys remember where we left that spare copy of the subterranean map from our earlier chase?"

She grabs some towels, and dries herself off quickly. 6th tosses her wet clothes over on of the railings in the shower, and, wrapping a towel around herself, she heads for the closet.

* I'm in heaven* 6th thinks. She would love to spend hours in here, tyring things on, but she knows she has to hurry up, or the gang is likely to leave with out her. But there are so many choices! Gowns, club clothes, costumes, medieval garb...MEDIEVAL! *oh yes!* 6th thinks to herself.

She pulls out a beautiful outfit from the racks. Soft brown leather vest, flared at the bottom, a flowing white shirt that laces up in the front, pants, and thigh high brown leather boots! 6th hurriedly puts them on, and turns to the mirrior. She can't help laughing at herself, she looks like a pirate queen!

As she turns, her foot kicks something across the floor. She goes over and picks it up. It looks like an old oil lamp. Written on the side of the lamp, in tiny script is written "Use wisely, One wish only."

She takes 6th aside and lends her a compact. 6th takes one look at her face and furiously tries to rub the grease stain from the lamp off her cheek. One restored to her usual perfection, 6th rejoins the group with the lamp.

"Around... You know..." Rae looks around the closet, impressed. "Ohhhh, I'll bet no one's cleaned this place out since the sixties!" Rae grabs a tunic. "Alright! Hippie clothes! After that trip in the house of mirrors, I'd say this is just about right. Just, don't expect me to go down any rabbit holes."

"Well, drenn. Where are Mulder and Scully when you need them? Oh well, it's been a couple of years, but I have _some_ experience with ghost-busting. We'll rescue Santa before christmas! Who's got a ouiga board? We need to find that phantom...."

EXTREMELY underdressed for the situation, came over the Ticker. Tugging on her new leather coat (which she found in Santa's sack before he was kidnapped again) she wrapped it around her Christmas Elf uniform.

"Before the Halloween Party," Sun replied, "remember? You managed to escape and join back up with us... but maybe that room is the way to his REAL lair..."

"Now THIS is more like it!" Ticker said with a sly grin. "We'll show that Phantom that the Scooby Gang means business!" She looked at Sword and leaped and added... "and if we win this one, you two can have all the brownies you want."

"FOR SANTA!!!!!!" Sword and leaped yelled and took off running for Ragnar's longboat. The others looked at Ticker with deadpan stares.

I'm so excited! Okay, veterans: Tick, Ragnar, guys... What do we need to fight this guy? Pies?" Rae whips out an apron and heads towards the kitchen. "Forward, march!

Ragnar watched as SWORD raced off towards the longboat. Of course the long boat was still in the artic."You just had to go and do that didn't you Tick" Ragnar shook his head.

"Alright ladies if you'll gather up the gear. I'm going to get a couple things out of my locker and I'll be right back." Ragnar could barely supress a chuckle. These girls realy loved SWORD didn't they?

Ragnar quickly made his way to the locker room and snatched up his other travel bag. It was until he started back that trouble struck.

He fumbles his way back towards the grotto not even able to see his hand before his face. He hopes the ladies are alright. This usually happens just before the Phantom makes an appearence. "I know that door is around here somewhere!"

Ragnar hears a cacoughaney of sounds! The screaming and noisy level rises. It sounds like a genuine struggle. <<THUD>> something hits the floor!

"Uh yea sure. Give me a moment..."There was noise as the intrepid Scooby dug into her bag of holding. Finally..."Here." A light suddenly sprang into being.

Ragnar grabbed the prooffered light and made his way to the crumpled form on the floor. Cautiously ,for the Phantom was a known trickster, he rolled the body over..."Uh ladies...you just knocked out SWORD!!!"

As would seem to be his penchant, SWORD wandered into an onslaught of Scaper girls that did result in him once again being clubbed on the head and rendered unconscious. Amidst blows upon his poor noggin, the thought of "oh but if only this were the days of liberated cavewomen..." before having all thoughts dashed from his head. By the time that the lights came back on, the lights were very definitely out for SWORD.

SWORD stops in mid-dream, transparent images floating about him. "Good gravy, but I'm even a terrible poet in my subconscious!" He shakes his head and begins walking...

"So much for that bright idea...." He looks around for an option and suddenly "notices" a warddrobe door. He walks to it, opens it, and steps through.

"Wow, snow" he says standing beside a lamppost. He hears bells and moans. He reaches to his long hair, but there aren't any bells there. A sleigh pulled by large draft horses coasts to a halt next to him. Dr. Gobbles sits bundled in the back with the Phantom of the Farscape sitting at the reins.

"Are you a son of Crichton or a daughter of Aeryn?" Dr. Gobbles asks him. SWORD gets a panicked look on his face and quickly inspects his appearance. His goatee and mustache are still there. He checks to see it this dream has gotten really wierd and that he might be dressed in drag, but sighs in relief to find such silly Monty Python nonsense to have passed him by. Dr. Gobbles asks him the question again.

No, not cats, Scaper girls DRESSED like the cast of Cats. Yeah, that tends to happen a bit. There is a lot of purring, nuzzling, and rubbing up against him. The huge grin that crosses his face could be used in a toothpaste commercial.

SWORD stops guility as he realizes that he is fantasizing again. The girls look at him knowingly as women can ALWAYS tell when a guy is thinking things like that. He turns beat red and tries to step behind a tree, but the tree isn't there anymore. He looks down at himself to make certain that this is not turning into one of those "Oh God! I'm naked!" dreams and breathes another sigh of relief to be spared further embarassment.

"Brave, son of Crichton," LabMouse says as SWORD cringes once again at the ridiculous title, "we do need your assistance. The evil Turkey King and his Ghostly Coach have stolen away Santa Claus, and we must make haste to bring about his rescue."

"Get off your back and get marching, soldier!" she orders him. Somehow, Ticker is no longer sitting on him, and he finds himself on his feet. He starts walking toward a huge cave opening and turns to look at the lovely kitty Scaper girls.

SunAeryn points sternly at him. "Do you want to live?" she asks as she lowers her pulse rifle on him. "Then I suggest you stop fantasing and find Santa!"

SWORD's shoulders go up and his head goes down as he creeps away to do what he's told. The cave mouth looms and is very dark. He steps inside and suddenly has that falling feeling.

He is suddenly tumbling along inside a big glass globe surrounded by other spheres. A huge hand grabs ahold of his globe and some of the others and lifts them.

SWORD looks around from inside his spherical prison. He is on a pull table with a big 8 on his chest. Around the table, chalking their pool sticks stand Ragnar, DelvianPrince, RoguePlanet, and ArtistStudio. SWORD grits his teeth in understanding that this is that part of the dream where the big guys suddenly seem to be absolutely giant. DelvianPrince racks the balls, and SWORD feels himself being turned over and over.

Ragnar looks at SWORD and grins wickedly. "I'd love to," he replies with far too much furvor. He eyeballs the table, and shoots the cue ball into the neat mass of balls.

"Hmmn?" Leaped replies quizzically and looks down. He laughs. "Oh, this! I see. Nah, it's just more of my newfound Elvis abilities--being ghostlike and all."

"I don't like it. I think you should go back to the Indiana Jones look... So why are you here? Am I supposed to be visited by three spirits tonight?"

"Hot damn!" SWORD replies and jumps out of bed, suddenly finding himself to be fully dressed in his usual black leather attire. "I know a few great brew pubs down in the strip.."

"Do you want to live?" SWORD looks over his shoulder to see SunAeryn still standing there with pulse rifle. He looks back at Leaped who is gone and replaced once again by the cave mouth.

He finds himself back in bed and waking up. Christmas tree lights are blinking in the next room. He gets up and suddenly realizes that he's a little kid. He peers into the next room and overhears two voices fighting over cookies. He sees Dr. Gobbles and the Phantom of the Farscape dressed like elves and arguing about who gets the last cookie on the plate. Santa stands behind them, arms crossed and tapping his foot.