Hela vs Pammy; It's a Very Kawaii Christmas! [Charlie Brown]

Fruitcake

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"A Wrestle-Me Elmo?!" Pammy said curiously as she tossed the newspaper wrapping aside. "This is the one the milfs have been punching eachother out over at Wal-Marts, isn't it? Worth a ton on ebay..."

She'd hop on top of Hela and swing WME by the leg, hitting her over the head with it like a pillow.

"Heehee! Tag me in! Oh GAWD, she's got a chair!" the toy chimed out as Pammy swung wildly at her like a mad pillowfighter, trying to stradle atop the tiny nazi.

Hela was still numb from the pain when she felt Pammy landing on top of her.

"Ughhh!" She groaned and then she felt how the pillow blows started to rain on her head while the stupid voice of the toy started with the ninsense phrases. The hits help keep her stunned and infuriated, making her santa's hat fall on her face so the pom pom at the ended on her lips.

"GGRRRRRRAAAAAAAA!" Hela growled like a ragging lioness as she put her hands on the floor and pushed her body up furiously, trying to buck Pammy off her.

"Whoaa!" Pammy shouted and fell backward at the furious reply, landing on her cute bottom and falling onto her back. She shook her head, trying to regroup as she attempted to sit back up, her plushie still in one hand held on by the leg

Hela felt relieved once she got Pammy off her back. She still felt a little dissoriented after having her head repetedely banged with the Elmo plush-toy. The toy's catch-phrases still ringed in her mind as she crawled away from Pammy, putting some distance between the two as she wanted some time to recover her senses. The crawl took Hela close to one of the gift boxes. Not wanting to face Pammy unarmed again, Hela greedily tore appart the ribbons and tried to open the box before Pammy attacked again.

Pammy grunted and heaved herself to her feet, but saw Hela going for another gift. "Hey!" she snapped, rushing after her clumsily and trying to hop on her back, grabbing over her shoulders blindly for the gift. "Gimme that!" Not in the christmas spirit, but she didn't want her getting something more affective than her.

[size=150:1y6l7jss]gift needed

Hela ripped the paper and opened the box, sinking one hand to grab a...slide of fruitcake. Hela looked at the cake in her hand clearly dissapointed. But then she felt Pammy pressing herself of Hela's back stretching her hands to reach the gift. Hela shaked her body struggling with Pammy and she stretched her right arm too so Pammy couldn't reach you cake.

"You vant it? She said as she leaned her body back into Pammy. "Have it!" Hela yelled as she dropped herself back fulle at the same time she tried to shove the fruitcake into Pammy's mouth, hope this will make her let go.

"Huphhh!" Pammy gurgled out as her mouth was stuffed with the odd food, coughing and babbling muffled behind it as she dropped her weapon/toy. She tripped and landed on her but, ripping it from her mouth but still spitting chunks and crumbs out. "Ughh! Cartoons were right! Who eats this junk!?" she spewed, stunned and confused

Although the fruit cake was not the weapon Hela had hoped to find, it had served its purpouse and had got Pammy off Hela. But this didn't ruined Hela's Christmas spirit. She still had faith Santa had read her letter and that the fat guy had placed a whip or some handcuffs or a steel chair, somewhere among this sea of cutely wrapped gifts. It was only matter to find the right box before Pammy did. That though brought an idea to Hela's mind. The box. It was huge, considering it had only contained a generous slice of fruitcake. So Hela took the box and turned around to Pammy. Raising the box over his head and turning it upside down she would then cram it down trying to cover Pammy's head with it to blind her. Hoping to buy herself some time to search for more gifts.

"Awwww, it vasn't good?" Hela would mock Pammy.

Pammy was too distracted by the surprise feeding to stop the big box over her head. "Hey! Knock it off!" she snapped, kicking blindly with one foot at where she thought Hela was standing. She'd try and pull the box off so she could get a clear chance to tackle the tiny blond into the mess of boxes