In New York, there was the man called Prince Pyjamarama Scrooge and he used to have a business partner called Jafar, but he died for seven years. It was navidad eve, but Pyjamarama o Scrooge tu might call him, hated Christmas. “Bah Humbug!” Snarld Pyjamarama. In Texas Pete’s hideout, there was the greatest superhero of all time, Superbulk with his best friend, Skeleton. Now that Texas Pete was in jail, Bulk and Skeleton could do anything they wanted. They could watch tv, read books, go to the restaurants, watch dvds, go on the internet, save people from dangers and everything. “What do tu want to do on navidad eve, Bulk?” Asked Skeleton. “Let’s go to work because I’ve never been to work before, Skeleton.” dicho Bulk. “Good idea.” dicho Skeleton. Meanwhile, back in the streets of New York, Pyjamarama was walking to work when suddenly the monkey came. “Hey!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “What are tu doing to my hat? Give it back right now!” And the monkey did. “That annoying fool!” dicho Pyjamarama. “Anyway, I’ve got to go to work. This is my work. Oh, and there’s my old partner, Jafar. I remember the día when he worked with me. And together, we were the best evil villains ever.” Pyjamarama opened the door and he met Bulk and Skeleton. “Who are tu two men?” Asked Pyjamarama. “My name is Bulk,” dicho Bulk, “Superbulk tu might call me, and this is my best friend, Skeleton.” “Pleased to meet you, your highness.” dicho Skeleton feeling nervous. “What?” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Skelingtons can’t talk! Anyway, my name is Prince Pyjamarama,” dicho Pyjamarama, “Scrooge tu might call me, and I used to have a helper, Mufti, but he ran from Punjara and was never seen again so I came to your city from there.” “Where’s Punjara?” Asked Bulk. “Punjara is in India, our popular country.” Answeared Pyjamarama. “Anyway, both of tu should get on with your work.” “I don’t like doing work because I’m a skelington.” dicho Skeleton. “Would tu mind if I have a rest, Bulk?” “No, Skeleton. Not at all.” dicho Bulk. “Go ahead.” So Pyjamarama liked to have bags of money. He liked to count money and dollars. There was a knock on the door. Bulk opened the door. It was Pyjamarama’s nephew, Prince Rajeesh. “Merry Christmas, Uncle!” dicho Rajeesh excitedly. “Bah Humbug!” dicho Pyjamarama. “I hate Christmas. I’ll tell tu what navidad is. navidad is rubbish! tu grasp everything on navidad eve! navidad should be boiled in its own pudding!” “Uncle, don’t say nasty things about Christmas.” dicho Rajeesh. “Christmas is my favourite time of the year. tu could come and see my friends. There are classic american dishes and deserts. Come and have some tomorrow.” “Why do tu want me to try some, Rajeesh?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’ll tell tu why.” dicho Rajeesh, “Because they’re the best american foods ever so I wish tu a merrry navidad and a happy new year.” “Merry Christmas, Rajeesh!” dicho Bulk. “Merry Christmas, Bulk.” dicho Rajeesh. There was another knock on the door. Bulk opened the door again. It was Superted and Spotty. “Well,” dicho Superted, “if it isn’t our best hero, Superbulk. Merry Christmas, Bulk!” “Merry Christmas, Superted and Spotty!” dicho Bulk. “I know who.” dicho Pyjamarama. “It’s Superted and Spotty again. What do tu want?” “We want tu to give us money o you’ll be arrested because we giving money to the poor.” dicho Superted. “What?” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Yes, That’s right, Pyjamarama!” dicho Spotty. “We’re going to give money to the poor!” “No!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Along time ago, when tu came to Punjara, tu rescued my nephew, Rajeesh and tu stopped me. Get out now! “But Pyjamarama,….” dicho Superted and Spotty angrily. “I dicho now!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now!” And he pushed Superted and Spotty out of this door. Superted and Spotty sliped. It was 5 o clock and Bulk and Skeleton were about to go home. “Do tu think tu can give us a día off? Asked Bulk. “It’s navidad día tomorrow.” “Of course tu can, Bulk.” dicho Pyjamarama. “But be back the siguiente day.” “Oh thank tu Pyjamarama. And a merry navidad to you!” dicho Bulk. So he and Skeleton went out of this door and they walked home. Just before going home, he met a young woman. “Hello.” dicho Bulk. “What’s your name?” “My name is Linda.” dicho a young woman. “And tu must be a superhero.” “I certainly am, my love. My name is Superbulk, but call me Bulk for short.” dicho Bulk. “Would tu like to come to our hideout? Oh, and this is my best friend, Skeleton.” “Pleased to meet you, Linda.” dicho Skeleton. “Pleased to meet tu too, Skeleton.” dicho Linda. “Of course I would, my superhero.” “Whenever villains kidnap you, I’ll save tu from them.” dicho Bulk. “Thank you, Bulk.” dicho Linda. “You’ll always be my best superhero ever.” Meanwhile, Pyjamarama was walking home. There was his house. He went straight to his door. He was just about to open his door when suddenly Jafar on the door handle came to life. “Jafar?” Whispered Pyjamarama. “Hahahahaa!” Laughed Jafar evilly. But now Jafar on the door handle didn’t make another mover so Pyjamarama opened the door. He went straight upstairs. Then he ate his mango. When he finished his mango, there were bells ringing. The fuego went slowly down. Then,….. Up pop Jafar! “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “In life, I was your partner, Jafar.” dicho Jafar. “I died in the lava for seven years and now I’m chained up.” “I know you,” dicho Pyjamarama, “but tu shouldn’t’ve been back from your death. Why have tu come to me?” “Because I’m warning tu to change his ways, Pyjamarama.” dicho Jafar. “Tonight, tu will meet 3 ghosts of villains. Listen to them. Do what they say. Goodbye, Pyjamarama.” But Pyjamarama accidently fell on Jafar’s lamp and it flew to the fire. “My lamp! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” Screamed Jafar, and disappeared into the fire. Now it was time for cama for Pyjamarama. “Bah Humbug!” dicho Pyjamarama quietly. He fell asleep. There was the first ghost of the villains. Pyjamarama woke up. “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’m Maleficent, the Ghost of navidad Past.” dicho The first ghost of the villains. “Where do tu want to take me?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’m taking tu to your past.” Answered Maleficent. So she held Pyjamarama’s hand and they flew. When they got to his past, Pyjamarama spotted his old school. “I used to go to this school when I was an indian school boy.” dicho Pyjamarama. “I used to live in this country, India. This indian city is Punjara.” “Come.” dicho Maleficent. “We must go inside and see tu as a little boy.” Young Pyjamarama was escritura papers and when he grew as a 12 año old boy, he read books. “Good morning, Pyjamarama!” dicho Pyjamarama’s indian teacher. “You can eat any of the indian meals and deserts at Christmas.” “Oh, I used to amor indian meals and deserts. They were the best.” dicho Pyjamarama. “Silent!” Shouted Maleficent. “There’s más to see!” Maleficent took Pyjamarama to see Mowgli. I’m not talking about a young boy called Mowgli. I’m talikng about the adult called Mowgli. Mowgli went to Teenage Pyjamarama. “No más work today!” dicho Mowgli. “It’s Christmas!” Teenage Pyjamarama had a dance with the other indian teenagers. Then he met a young indian woman, Parsi. “Pyjamarama.” dicho Parsi. “Yes, Parsi?” dicho Pyjamarama. “You’re very handsome.” Sais Parsi. “Thank you, Parsi.” dicho Pyjamarama. But in ten years time, he had become a villain. “Listen to me, Pyjamarama.” dicho Parsi. “I loved tu and we have no money.” “Be quiet, my dear!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “You’d better go now!” Poor Parsi. She was crying and walked away. “I can’t see my memories anymore.” dicho Pyjamarama. “Take me home.” “Remember.” dicho Maleficent. “You should have your memories yourself.” Pyjamarama was in cama again. Next, he met the segundo ghost of the villains. “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “The name’s Hades, the Ghost of navidad Present. Hi. How are tu doing?” dicho The segundo ghost of the villains. “What are these foods?” Asked Pyjamarama. “Hey, there are mince pies, turkey, navidad pudín, con leche and many others.” Answeared Hades. “Where are tu taking me?” Asked Pyjamarama. “We’re gonna see the streets of New York AND I WANT tu TO SEE SUPERBULK’S HIDEOUT!” Shouted Hades. “There’s no need to shout so loud, Hades.” dicho Pyjamarama crossily. Hades and Pyjamarama were walking down the streets of New York. All the people were enjoying Christmas. “YES! HADES RULES! CHRISTMASLICIOUS!” Shouted Hades excitedly. “Here we are, Pyjamarama. There’s Bulk’s hideout. We gotta go in.” “Why, Skeleton is on his own.” dicho Pyjamarama. Skeleton was making Bulk and Linda cheese burgers. Meanwhile, Bulk was saying, “I’ll say my magic word, Spotty!” He said. So he dicho his secret magic word and flew to rescue Linda from the giant monster. Linda was finally saved. “Thanks, Superbulk!” dicho Linda. “You’re my hero!” “Oh, it was nothing, Linda.” dicho Superbulk. “Come on. Let’s go inicial and have Skeleton’s cheeseburgers.” Skeleton’s cheeseburgers were finally ready. The 3 friends sat down to eat their cheeseburgers. “We should thank Pyjamarama and we’re in love.” dicho Linda. So she and Bulk kissed eachother and the couple danced together. What a beautiful romance! “What will happen to Linda?” Asked Pyjamarama. “IF YOU’RE ASKING YOUR STUPID QUESTION, I DON’T KNOW!” Shouted Hades and disappeared. siguiente Pyjamarama met the last ghost of the villains. “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’m Sykes, the Ghost of navidad Future.” dicho The last ghost of the villains. “Is there any future?” Asked Pyjamarama. “There is, Mr. Pyjamarama.” Answeared Sykes. “The people will be talking about the funeral.” “We’ll go to the cheap funeral.” dicho the leader of the coppers. “Well,” Replied The coastguard, “I’m not so sure we’ll go.” Sykes took Pyjamarama to Bulk’s hideout. “I live in New York like you.” dicho Sykes. “Let’s go inside.” Inside Bulk’s hideout, Bulk was crying. “I didn’t want my girlfriend to die.” Sobbed Bulk. “But she did.” “There, There, Bulk.” dicho Skeleton. “It can’t be helped. I’m sad about your girlfriend’s death too.” “I know it can’t.” Sobbed Bulk. And he and Skeleton were both crying. Sykes took Pyjamarama to the graves. “Oh this grave,” dicho Sykes, “see your name.” Pyjamarama rubbed off the dust and saw his own death. “Sykes!” Sobbed Pyjamarama. “I can’t die! I don’t want to die! This isn’t a future that I should die! I’ll change!” “Keep your mouth shut!” Roared Sykes. “Consider that tu should die now!” “I’m back into my room! I’m still alive!” Shouted Pyjamarama overjoyed. He opened the windows and shouted to the little boy, “What’s today?” “Today’s Christmas.” Replied the little boy. “Christmas isn’t over!” dicho Pyjamarama excitedly. So he ran downstairs and gave lots of cashes to Superted and Spotty. “Ah, thank you, Pyjamarama!” dicho Superted happily. “And a merry navidad to you!” dicho Spotty. Pyjamarama went to Rajeesh. “Hey, Rajeesh!” Shouted Pyjamarama excitedly. “Merry Christmas! I’ll try any of the american dishes and deserts, and classic american drinks too!” “Oh thank you, Uncle, and a Merry navidad to you!” dicho Rajeesh happily. Lastily, he went to Bulk’s hideout and guess what! Linda was still alive! She didn’t die after all. “Merry Christmas, Pyjamarama!” dicho Bulk. “I’m so angry.” dicho Pyjamarama. “But your highness, it’s navidad day.” Explained Bulk. “I’m closing up my bank and overall, I’m getting away from my work. And….” Paused Pyjamarama. “And what, your highness?” Asked Skeleton. “I’m giving tu a partner.” Finished Pyjamarama. “A Partner?” dicho Bulk excitedly. “Ah, thanks, Pyjamarama. You’re so kind.” “Merry Christmas, Superbulk!” dicho Pyjamarama. “And god blesses everyone!” dicho Linda. And Pyjamarama and Skeleton sat to watch tv and Bulk and Linda fell in amor together.
The End!
The End!