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Anon who had to nominate North Pole Express like five fucking times here, thanks for getting them to 2nd place.

This the afterparty?

It's finally over. Now I can forget all about these dumb races. Time to relax.

>Howard: It's all over! In a heated race across the world, the Fake Santas come out on top! The crowd and the contestants are going wild!
>Kreese: This will be truly scary Christmas this year! But given all the things that happened this year, that isn't saying much.
>Howard: Congratulations Jack Skellington and The Grinch! You both are now the winners of the 2020 Tag Team Tournament!

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THIS IS THE LAST TEA AFTERPARTY IN LIFE!!!!!!!!!

And there we have it folks! Your winners of the tournament are The Grinch and Jack Skellington as "Fake Santas!"

Now's the time to kick back by the bonfire and enjoy some snacks! Ah, and look, little yostuba and her mutt actually brought in the smore ingredients!

>>434485
Oh yeah. Welcome one and all to Santa's village! It's time for a Christmas party!

>Howard: One last time we will be taking questions! Once midnight EST comes we will be shipping back home!
>Kreese: We'll be on this platform in the North Pole bar answering questions. Those of you who order us a drink get top priority.

Santa here again to say congratulations to the Fake Santas. You did a gre- eh what’s that? Oh for the love of all I told you I don’t where Mao Mao is, now leave or- what are you doing? Wait don’t shoot that at me please don’t do-
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

[Congratulations]

Disappointed that i lost round 1 but at least i made friends with Phantasma. And i get to go to this sweet party!

>>434507
Sounds pretty nice Mr. Not-Chris. After I help these detectives turn Dick Dastardly into a human pincushion, I'll finally be able to get married to my beloved Shuma Gorath!
>Squees

>>434507
Thanks, so....
Are we getting presents from Santa out of this or what?

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>>434480
>"Wow, I did NOT see that coming! The real Mr. Klaus is a real tough competitor, and he and Jesper were both such nice, jolly guys I kinda hate to see them lose."
>"Still, Jack and Grinch made a great team! Couple of classics for the holidays there, and I bet a lot of people are happy to see them win. I know I am!"
>>434516
>"Huh, Santa? Are you okay, what was that noise?!"

Red: Everyone! Surrender your marshmallows, candy canes and chocolate at once!
Purple: And let us milk that shake guy!

>>434531
>And let us milk that shake guy!
I'm with you on that.

>And in some BREAKING NEWS, for his racist tweets and current outing of killing a space foreigner, Coconuts the Badnik has been scrapped and his spare parts were used to make a toilet

>>434528
>hears the radio
OH MY GOD THEY'RE KIDNAPING SANTA

>>434526
How you feeling?

The Nightmare Before Christmas - Finale (Lyrics)

Jack’s back?

He’s back!

He’s okay!

JACK’S OK

AND HES OUR CHAMP OK

WITH THE GRINCH

SCREAM IT OUT, MAKE A FUSS

WHEEEEE


THEY’RE OUR KINGS SO EVERYONE SING

IN OUR TOWN OF HALLOWEEN!

MINIONS! You have done well to see to it that the Grinch and his skeletal cohort emerged victorious in the ultimate race of the Tag-Team Tourney. Though his heart did grow three sizes, I can never fail to appreciate someone with all the tender sweetness of a sea-sick crocodile, with garlic in his soul and where his heart was once an empty dark hole!

Now, all that's left to do is pick up the remains of my Cocoon, rebuild, and plot for Mr. /co/ 2021, where my vengeance will strike you all with all the terrible force of a hurricane! But, for now, Henchmen... I guess we can all enjoy the holiday just a little.

aahhh... that feels better. I was holding that the whole week.

>>434536
NOOO! NOT SANTA!

>>434528
Unhand him! This creature owes me 134 akuyears' worth of gifts!

>>434543
Wow, that's a lot of cum. Its perfect for the new cum powered-laser gun that I've been building this entire tournament. I didn't tell anyone because I'm an asshole.

>>434535
Speaking of Megamind. He keeps trying to push his shit into everyone's mouths so I think I'll try some of it to see just what the Hell he sees in it.
>Picks up shit and licks it
Not bad, it tastes kind of like an ice cream sandwich if ice cream sandwiches came out of peoples asses

>>434530
Ya know, same.
I like Jack, he’s that Hot Topic style I wear. But Santa is Santa.

Still, even then I’m glad I got to see this with you, not to mention the gift.

>>434528
>>434536
>"S-Santa's being kidnapped?! But it's almost CHRISTMAS!"
>"Who would do such a horrible thing?!"

Seems the afterparty's here. Eh, I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay a while and help myself! Might bring something back to the house for King and Hooty too.

>>434549
>>434521
Um, I'm sorry, miss, but I think we're going to be fine from here. Besides, killing Dick is not part of our plan.

>>434528
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>>434554
NOT IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!

UNHAND THAT SANDY CLAWS

There's an afterparty?

I suppose I can take some snacks in for myself!

>>434556
So we're gonna rape him instead? Cool, I've always wanted to follow Commissioner Gordon's example.

>>434498
Oh what fun it's been to write and record for you all during this week and change. I hope you've all enjoyed listening as much as I have been making it, since I can't wait for next year. See you soon, folks!

Round 1:
https://voca.ro/11ecbelQtt3D

Round 2:
https://voca.ro/15uKAdXF7wnq

Round 3:
https://voca.ro/1g2hdKPr2k2s

Round 4:
https://voca.ro/1jju4gRTIHF9

Round 5:
https://voca.ro/1euTUbag8tOY

Round 6:
https://vocaroo.com/1ep8cEfaZtt2

Final Fight!:
https://vocaroo.com/15FeyJkExKGS

Finale (New!):
https://voca.ro/1bzD7F85xylB

Back. I know what I said last thread, but now I can;t go to sleep, and I'm not tired at all. Now I saw Mao Mao anon's post. So leaving it to the rest of you on whether to continue.

>>434557
OH SHIT!!! THE UNDEAD HAS COME TO CLAIM OUR SOULS!!!! DROP THE SANTA AND RUN!!!!!!!!!

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>>434559

Good to hear from all of you! More delectable treats have arrived here at the North Pole for us to gobble and slurp up in the spirit of the holiday!

.....Huh? I'd figured there's be more trucks here for delivery! Did Dastardly's big old ship drive a few off?

>>434544
>>434554
>>434556

What do we do now John?

>>434563
That’s right!
I, THE PUMPKIN KING HAVE COME TO CLAIM YOUR SOULS FOR THE DEAD

>Wicked laughter

>>434559
Too late bird fucker! The snacks are ours!

>>434543
I'm back and- HOLY FUCK HOW DOES ONE MAN MAKE SO MUCH CUM!?

>>434528
Release Santa or feel the wrath of a god! It feels good to say that without having to lie.

>>434530
So Gwen, did you like Jack's comic?

>>434560
No! (What's wrong with this girl?) We have enough members for the mission and we didn't intend on having tag alongs.

>>434560
No! No more rape! We aren't in Peru anymore!

>>434542
I'm glad you could enjoy the holidays Master Monarch.


Let's all go caroling everybody!

Joy to the world, Coconuts is dead

>>434575
Alright fine, I've gotta get ready for my wedding with Shuma Gorath anyways.

>>434576
Moving on then.
*The airborne drones and the big scrap bot progress toward the detectives. Laser fire rapidly strikes the ground at their feet while the towering machine at ground level prepares to swing one of its arms toward them.*

>>434581
We barbecued the head
What happened to the body?

>>434519
Eeyup! Ain't the friends and experience what it's about? Me and Anne had a blast.
>>434555
Let me show you the good stuff - i mean, y'know, the good human food.

>>434551
>"Heh, funny you should mention that, Skinny Santa was the one who went with me to where I got your Christmas gift. Al thought it was a bad idea to go out in Hell alone and I didn't want to spoil the surprise."
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>>434557
>"AND he saved Santa from the terrorists! He's really earning that title today!"

>>434591
I needed a new fleshlight so...

>>434589
Shit! Hold on!
*casts reflective barriers around the detectives, sending the lasers firing back towards the flying drones.*

Strange... place... sounds like a battle. Will stay hidden for now.

>>434589
How big is this robot army!?!?!?!?

>>434598
Haha, no battle here. Just the after party.

>>434597
*Nice move.*

>>434580
Everywhere can be Peru if you're brave enough

>>434594
I should thank him before we leave then. For both helping you and the whole saving Christmas biz

>As the two are in Christmas town, there’s mistletoe everywhere... Especially over the duo.

>>434596
Ew!
Well, then we flushed it down the potty!

>>434602
(Damn you Krabs and your phones)
Who is this Skellington?

Gee who knew hiring terrorists would be super effective. Now I have all the Dragon Balls and nobody could stop me

>>434600
*Probably kinda big. Because here's some more drone bots.*

>>434607
Why that’s me!
Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King and Tag Team Champion now!

I hear there’s another Sandy Claws in trouble! I’d like to assist you in making sure Christmas is safe!

>>434606
And round and round it goes
Until it overflows!

>>434605
Come on big brother Jack, before you leave, join us in singing

>>434605
Sorry to burst your bubble but those aren't real mistletoe. If you want a real one you can find it in that very private closet. Wink wink.

>>434608
Now, I know that the detectives already told me to fuck off, but with you trying to destroy the multiverse, it would interrupt the wedding. So I'm going to rip your lungs out of your dickhole and then go get some waffles, that ok?
>Suddenly numerous tentacles sprout from Zone-Tan's back and launch at Batkek

Two racers blazed through the freezing fields of Earth's northern ice cap. The wind leapt towards them in great bounds while flakes of frozen water clung to any skin unfortunate enough to be left exposed. In short, it was chilly outside. Weird elf magic could raise the temperature to habitable levels, but it still needed to be cold enough for snow. (Thank Mr. Ten Below for that.) In one sleigh was the delivery duo, Jesper and Klaus. The other held two not-so-merry gentlemen with a habit of playing dress-up, Jack Skellington and the Grinch. The pairs shot venomous glances at each other, half-hearted glances that said "I'll do anything to win, but this is all in good fun."
But when there is good fun and a reward to be earned, there are those who covet it for themselves. On this windy night, the white snow falling from above mixed with particles from another source. Ones that were bluer. Shinier. Fluttering moreso than their companions. At the head of this trail, an orange blur.
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The mechanical monstrosities swarmed the formerly peaceful snow-capped village. Dick's monstrosities, of course. Kind of a dick move on his part, but I suppose it would be foolish to expect anything else from him. His target was simple: one feline detective and his fox companion. Any collateral damage was just icing on the cake. And the damage was certainly collateral. The machines spent more time destroying each other than they did hunting down competitors.
In his booth, The Announcer sat. He had propped his chair against the door as a flimsy barricade. It was unlikely to help much, but some protection was better than no protection. "Folks, I don't want you to worry about any of the noises you might here in the background. It's nothing that big, the celebration is just getting a little rowdy." He removed the headset and began speaking to himself. "Fuck. Fuck! Can we go one day without this shit? Can we have a normal race for once?" The audience could hear every word.
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It's Vriska. No use hiding it, it's fucking Vriska. I've been building this shit up since Round 4. Enhanced by the power she obtained from Wilkins and Star's wand, she was ready to make her first and last move. Cause if your first move doesn't get the job done, why bother?
Her eyes darted downward to the track. Looks like the North Pole Express had a comfortable lead. She dove downward, clinging to the back of their sleigh. All she had to do was tag along until they reached the finish line. Then she could stop the sleigh and stroll comfortably into 1st place, and claim whatever boons came packaged with it. Then she did something really stupid. Yeah, the whole plan was incredibly stupid, but this was especially stupid.
"Yeah, take me to the finish line 8a8y!!!!!!!!"
Jesper handed the reins to Klaus and rose from his seat to see what the hell that noise was. And what should he find but a gray-skinned girl squatting on his sleigh. Luckily, he was prepared for such an event. He reached back into his seat and retrieved a VERY LARGE AND IMPOSING stick, which he used to prod at the unwanted guest.
Vriska didn't take too kindly to this. But hey, that's what the wand was for, right? She took aim and blasted the long instrument of proddage out of Jesper's hand, flashing a shit-eating grin all the while.
On the opposing sleigh, not much was happening. I don't know what we're doing here.
Jesper had had just about enough of this shit. The Fake Santas were catching up, and he didn't come this far to lose because someone he didn't know decided to give his sleigh some extra weight.
"Mush, doggy! Hahahahahahahaha!"
Fuck this.
"Klaus, stop the sled." Klaus looked at him funny. Jesper stared back with one of those determined looks tough guys give when they're real serious about shit. Klaus nodded, then slowed the sleigh to a standstill.
Vriska's expression turned from confusion to shock to rage in the span of a few moments. She leapt from her perch to the front end of the sleigh. "Hey dipshits, are you gonna race or what?" She was met with silence. "T8ke me to the finish line! What are you doing? The other team just passed you, do you want to lose?" Still nothing. Hey face twitched in frustration. The Announcer was losing his shit at this point, mostly saying "holy fuck it's vriska". "Th8t's 8t! I didn't w8nt to h8ve to use this!" She cast aside her wand. It wasn't good enough for those two. From her pockey she received the Flourite Octets, a set of 8 8-sided die which would grant her power in combat. And since she had allllllll the luck, it would grant her allllllll the power.
It was over in an instant. No she didn't kill Jesper and Klaus, I mean the race was over. Jack and the Grinch crossed the finish line, and their victory was shouted from a conveniently-placed loudspeaker. "The Fake Santas are the winners of the 2020 Tag Team Tournament!" Vriska screamed towards the sky in inarticulate anger.
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A half hour later, the racers feasted in the significantly damaged dining hall. The skeleton and unidentified green creature shared a seat at the very end of the table with the runner-ups seated next to them. And next to them, a bound and gagged Duo of Vriska and Dick that nobody wanted to acknowledge. And nobody did. And everybody was happy.
"Well, I believe that wraps up just about everything. I don't think we'll ever have another year quite like this, for better or for worse. I suppose there's only one thing left to say. This is your announcer, for the final time...
...signing off!"

>>434597
*The large, tank-like bot made from re-animated scrap makes contact with the barrier. Looks like it's making some cracks.*

>>434610
all help is welcome...

>>434609
Well... i think it's time to release some toys

>>434613
Ah $^#£ I have to make this wish quick
>I am the eternal dragon Shenron, state your wish
I wish for doomsday to occur throughout the multiverse
>your wish has been granted

>>434569
Yeah. Yeah.....I get it, mister radio.

>>434573
Too late for you!....My employees and I already ate a few! M&M, you DID eat already, right?

>>434618
Did anyone else hear that?

>>434617
Glad to help!
>>434609

SOUL ROBBER!
>Jack’s Flubberlike whip grabs and smashes the drones into each other

>>434618
Well that sucks and fucks. At least I got to find true happiness with my precious Shuma Gorath before death.

>>434622
Nope didn't hear anything. Whatever you think you heard, we should just ignore it.

>>434616
Damn, the shield isn't strong enough.

>>434569
So, uh...Does every one of these things normally end in something a robot army battle at the North Pole or is year's race stranger than normal?
Not that I don't mind all the death, but... just asking.

>>434618
Oh yeah? Well two can play at that game.
>Grabs the nsmekian dragon balls and summons porunga
I wish for Batkek's wish to be undone and for Batkek to get erectile dysfunction

>>434626
>>434627

Uff... got scared for a moment

>>434624
NICE!

>>434616
>Something is aproaching

>>434624
*Several drones explode. Nice work.*

>>434630
Stranger than normal, I'll say!

As long as Dastardly keeps his robots away from us, then I won't go over there and add to his plate of punishment!

>>434626
Yep! Just enjoying the sounds of the bonfire's crisp crackles and everything an afterparty should have!

>>434624
>calling out
Congratulations on the win, Jack!

Be sure to come back soon, we still have a trophy to grant you!

>>434581
>>434611
I can join in after your current song is over with!

>>434611
Dick Dastardly bombed hell
Please let me out of my cell

>>434638
I wish for everyone to just have a good time before the tournament's over.

>>434628
*And it's about to take another swing. Looks like it has a large, gun too. Well, more like a shoulder cannon really.*

>>434634
Damn man, I just wanted to erase the dark part of my family history and how I have erectile disfunction and aids. This couldn’t get any worse, at least I still have that Krampus guys Christmas energy

>>434569
>"Oooh, candy's good!"
>"Wait... like, normal human candy right, not that special Hell candy?"
>>434605
>"Not to mention congratulate him on winning the race. Wonder if this means he's in charge of present duty this year."
>*looks up at mistletoe*
>"Hey, look at all that... Mr. Pines didn't have something to do with THIS too, did he?"

>>434639
>>434637
Thank you, thank you!

>>434616
Now, let’s deal with this one!

SOUL ROBBER!

>Jack tries to use the whip to rip and tear appendages off the bot
>Before using said appendages as blunt weapons against said bot

So is everyone having a good "Chreesemus" party? It sounds somewhat like Decemberween thinking about it

>>434651
*You're making some dents, Jack. Just dents, though.*

>>434621
Purple: Ha! We already ate all of the M&Ms!
Red: We caught your little minions too!

>>434649
Uh, I don’t think so... But I wouldn’t be opposed if it was his doing.

Anyway, since it’s here...

>Jack goes to lean in for a kiss

>>434651
Nice work! I was getting a little tired of dealing with those things.

>>434569
Hey the food was good but hey, what have we got to drink around here? Egg-nog, beer, I think now that everyone's done driving we can afford to get hammered.

>>434581
Eh... I'm not really a 'carolling' kind of guy Pip but, for you I'll give it a try. Ahem

HARK THE VENTURE FAMILY SCREAMS
GLORY TO THE MONARCH'S WINGS!

>>434637
Drone: Predator mode
Command Entry: No_More_Mr_Robotto
Seek and destroy any robot around!!!!!

>>434634
Finally you show up after running away last time
Give me the Allspark piece or I’ll reduce you and your friend to particles

...

>>434658
*Oh, dear. Not looking good for the robot team.*

>>434655
*Getting ready to take picture*

>>434653
Hmm, perhaps!

>Jack jumps up into the drone’s face, before screaming loudly like a banshee
>Even if Robots weren’t susceptible to fear, it hitting its own face would work

>>434660

>>434655
>*starts to lean in, but stops*
>"Uh, just one second!"
>>434642
>*cocks her new gun*
>"Al if the microphone comes anywhere near us, this time I'm shooting it."

>>434659
Sure, just say the magic word and I'll give it to you

>>434663
*The behemoth of a bot tumbles, and falls. It seems its own CPU has been a casualty of its strike.*

>>434669
Oh my God! Al is dead! Gwen! What did you do!?

>>434668
Hah! Now I can claim I’ve even scared robots to bits!

Jack, I'm back from the ether! Please dump a fat load into my ass and make me man-pregnant!

>>434673
okay

>>434666
O-Oh, good idea

>>434667
Sure, plea-
>Galvatron stops and fires at his blue foe

>>434670
>>434662
>"You too!"

>>434678
*Backs away slowly*

>>434672
Nice scare tactics, Jack.