He-Man Christmas Story Game.

A short while later...

The sky became dark around the palace as Teela and Adam stumbled around the darkened garden.

"It's not suppose to be cloudy today," Adam stated.

"It's not clouds, Adam! Look out!" Teela said as they both dove to avoid the mini flyswatter that fell from the sky.

Elsewhere

She-Ra was trying to burn off the excess Energy built up by getting high by doing non volient things... namely, gift wrapping.

what people DIDN'T know however, was thies presents were for her ex-comrads in the horde.

And they were filled with spoiled milk and tuna.

"... Hey, the walls are melting around me here, Frosta's hitting on me and Rattlor's become Sindley Whiplash and tied Bow to a rail track here, cut me some slack here, Bob." The Princess of Power said to the air.

Meanwhile, the Sorseress and Kittrina were completely into their discussion of 'The Meaning of Life.'"

Kittrina sat indian-style before her throne as they both watched the walls melting before them.
Kittrina suddenly lost track of what she was saying and proclaimed, "There's a freaking FLY in MY Sorseress and her castle wall - get that damned flyswatter at once before he eats the entire Sorsess and my wall!"

Her eyes were fully glazed over and dialated to the degree that there was no indication that those eyes had a beautiful hue of golden amber at all.

She continued, "Oh, the agony! We will fight and be free! No Quaedian, nor will human, shall be let to suffer this! Down with the fly- may ne suffer! Archers, I command thee, Fire at will!" she proclaimed.

The Sorceress laughed at her, looking into her dialated eyes, and asked, "Are you okay, Kittrina?"


Kittrina replied, still staring into the walls, "I'll be okay when that cursed fly and his legions of followers and minions are dead!"
She hissed in a violent tone, "Let us be free or let us die!"

Then she stared at the non-existent fly and hissed.

Suddenly, a voice spoke:

"Give me HOT CO - CO!"

It was none other than... the ghost of King Greyskull!

"Merry Christmas," the voice shouted in an almost comedic tone.

Suddenly! another voice boomed out...

"HORDE PRIME DEMANDS PIE!"

"Uh-oh," Kittrina exclaimed as she looked over to the nearly passed out Sorseress.

"We've only got cookies!" She-ra shouted from the Kitchen of the Elders.
"(snort)I've brought a cake! I've brought a cake, Horde Prime!" Panted Hordak as he wheeled an enormous cake through the jaw bridge to the party lounge. No one appeared to notice the Horde gate-crasher. King Hiss, sealed within the party cake began to scream for help, to no avail.

Meanwhile Orko was banging his fists on the ceiling complaining how his magic always worked at Eternian Christmas parties but that he was always too drunk to fully appreciate what he did with it.
"Adam's going to say i was the life of the party and i know i won't have done anything and he'll say i just don't remember. What kind of friend is that? What kind of?" He struggled before continuing to bang his blue fists on the ceiling and letting out a rain of tears that soaked Mossman's moss-like fur.
"Well" Mossman said to Bow, "This sure beats what half the beasts of the Evergreen forest unknowingly spray in my direction..."
"Uh, Yeah" Bow began," You'll have to excuse me for a minute... Mossy. I think a fight has broken out between the Twiggets and those damned Widgets again."
"Ha, they do it every year." Mossman rejoined "Always starting over one group calling the other Santa's little helpers! I mean, well, they both look a bit workshop elvish don't they?"
"Whatever. Let's grab a couple of pints and find a place to watch them before the sneeze arrows start flying."
"Right" Said Mossman grabbing his empty pint glass freshly washed out by the hovering Troillan rain cloud.

Suddenly Battle Cat stormed through the Jawbridge entrance. "(growl!) arrgh! The Cat who knows how to party the season to festivity is here!" He drunkenly ranted while bellowing a terrifying roar, before bellowing an equally terrifying belch.
"Whispering Woods! What a feline stench!" Screamed Perfuma, who had earlier helped decorate the party, with tasteful floral arrangements. She considered it would be the last time she let the Sorceress talk her into using Light Hope as Christmas lights for her Ugly Castle Christmas parties.

"Cool! stench!" Stinkor could be heard saying from outside the castle, being held back by Stonedar and Rokkon who were working as doorman for the night.
"I said private party!" Said Rokkon.
"But you just let in a flippin tiger! And your arch-enemy Hordak with a gigantic cake! Into the heart of Grayskull no less. Look my brother works in there. He works behind the bar. You know... He-man, behind the bar..."
"That's it!" Stonedar apparently fumed as sounds of a furry animal being hit repeatedly with a rock could be heard emanating from outside.
The Sorceress suddenly stood up, Her toga soaked in eggnog, tears streaking down her face. "It's my party and i'll..." She laughed hysterically, suddenly switching to a rage "What the hell kind of Christmas party is this? It feels like it's been going on for years and I still haven't had hot chitchat with a muscularly heroic warrior!"

"Your muscularly heroic warrior, at your service, mi' lady" Bow adroitly bowed as he finished his delivery with well practiced finesse, in a display of charm that time and time again had charmed the pants off many a dame of the Whispering Woods and Brightmoon."

"Arrgh no!" The Sorceress stepped back in revulsion, "Not you! That love heart on your chest looks worse than when Gwildor stepped out of the guest room shower claiming to be looking for a towel. Looking for a towel... Yeah right!"

Bow was taken aback but strived to conceal his sense of rejection. "My apologies Mi' lady I did not wish to offend a beauty such as yourself." He straightened and attempted a conciliatory smile.

"Well you did offend me!" The Sorceress stormed, a part of her realising the alcohol was talking but having too much fun to presently care. "You do offend me! Don't you know Mo'vember's over you fool?'

"It is?" Said Bow his aura of charm deflating like a cheap balloon.

"It is?" Fisto approached his wrinkled brow a tapestry of consternation.

"It is?" Man-at-Arms appeared to the Sorceress' left, holding what appeared to be a mango daiquiri.

"It is?" Jistu suddenly appeared on the Sorceress's left, wearing a T-shirt saying AS LONG AS WE DON'T REMEMBER TOMORROW WHO CARES BABY?, and holding a Singapore Sling. "An I just shaved off my goatee for 70's dance night... This is 70's dance night isn't it?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" The Sorceress backed away from the deadly circle of mo'es, preparing to use Power of Greyskull Hell-Fire to blast some answers. "I invited everyone here for a nice family christmas party!"

"Well last minute the party became multi-themed." Explained Bow, indignant that not even the Event Manager had kept herself up to date with the changes. "This is The MO Room, Where MO's from all over Eternia and Etheria get a chance to catch up, chat, relax."

"You must be looking for the Princesses and Royal Attendees room- that's next door." Said Jitsu, pointing a grossly enlarged metal finger to a lime bricked archway leading to an adjacent hall.

"Uh thanks, uh Merry Christmas' The Sorceress hurriedly answered, sparing the men a quick glance before marching off to another section of the party, leaving Kittrina to her fate.

Mossman came running in "Bow you have to come!" He said, gasping for carbon dioxide and sweating copious amounts of sap (yeah I know it's their blood but can you think of a better substitute on the fly...Plant sweat...).

"Why what's wrong?" Said Bow, his annoyance with his previous encounter abating.

"Well one of the Widget's pulled a weapon from the Grayskull weapons rack- you know, the one that looks like a spear- and started going at the Twigget's while shouting Ho Ho Ho."

"SOB!"

"Yeah I know"

"Happens every year...good-darn good-for-nothing Wannabe Widgets" Bow said shaking his head, leaving his attraction to the Widget woman a closely guarded secret.

"Yeah I know" Said Mossman.

"Well time to put that Tazer-Arrow I brought along to good use Mossy. Let's go!"

"Time for some Merry Mossy Widget wuping!" Said Mossman, as he thundered on the heels of Bow.

As Bow and Moss Man headed off to whup some widgets. Man-E-Faces stumbled across the room and unceremoniously fell down. He hit his head on the corner of a coffee table and quickly passed out.

As in most cases when Man-E loses consciousness the robot part of his personality took over.

Being a robot he had no remote clue to the concept of christmas spirit or an understanding of why so many of the Masters enemies were roaming around freely within Grayskull.

He began firing his laser at any and all people he beleived a threat. Chaos insued as nobody realized what was happening or why?
This quickly led to everyone fighting everyone.

Frosta froze Adam in place still thinking him to be He-Man. And said wait to i get you back to Etheria while casting him a wicked yet seductive grin.

"Halt Frosta" Said Orko, descending from his position as resident indoor rain cloud. "I am He-man, and I will save your daughter if you release my assistant, Adam from your frosty grip."

"What the hell are you talking about Floating Lump?" Frosta seethed. Orko was hit by an ice-blast from Frosta. The next instant he fell to the ground, resembling a cold ball of blue-pink playdoh.

The general fracas throughout Greyskull had begun to die down when loud sirens approached from outside.

"What's that?" Ramman cried.
"That's the Zodacs" Man-at-Arms said, just having left the Mo' Room to grab a second Mango Daiquiri. He turned to The Sorceress, who had also been attracted to the front entrance of Grayskull by the approach of the blaring sirens outside.

"Wretched neighbours." cried the Sorceress. "Just because I didn't want to invite any Evergreen Riff-Raff to my interplanetary guest-list Christmas Gala." The Sorceress released the lever allowing the jawbridge to lower. The chains bearing the weight of the jaw of Grayskull clanked in a very Christmas-like way before the jawbridge slammed to the ground.

Outside Rokkon and Stonedar were talking to an assembley of Zodakians headed by Zodak. Upon seeing The Sorceress Zodak turned to face her.
"We have received complaints that some sort of party causing a noise disturbance is being conducted on your property m'am. You are advised to cease and desist."

The Sorceress prepared to faint to the ground in her seductive position if she couldn't persuade Zodac himself to cease and desist as she chuckled nonchalantly and said:"

"Zodac, surely the balance of the Universe wouldn't be unhinged if you came in for a quick bottle of 'Grayskull Dry', would it?"

Zodac hesitated, but before he could answer Gwildor came running out, wearing the most ridiculous Christmas bath-towel from the Grayskull guest bathroom ( the one depicting a group of ice-trolls singing around Granymr who with an uncharacteristic smile was putting decorations on Skytree).

"Sorceress there's a... a quite serious problem." Gwildor mumbled.
"Well out with it!" the Sorceress snapped.
"The Cosmic Key! I broke it in the shower! Castle Grayskull is stuck in Limbo! This Christmas party may never end!"

The sound of revelry coming from the party all but drowned out the rush of footsteps of the Grayskull elite. One of them burst in. "Reports of the Gor advancing from the jungle swamps!" Teela's expression became dour. Orko, let go some tinsel he was whirling in the air with his wand.
"The Gor?" asked Teela, her voice near trembling.
"Affirmative, m'lady - a clan of six, but they had ambushed a provisions wagon in the morning... the report only reached me now."
Teela addressed the throng. "I encountered them when I was a girl... Gygor was the strongest, their leader. They were known as the beats men in some parts of the planet - long before Skeletor's henchman assumed the name. The Gor are green-skinned simians, yellow of fur and evil in intent. They must have broken free of their ice prison."
The guard looked pensive. "The planet... has a mind of its own. This festival of light Queen Marlena ushered in has caused the planet to balance it with unrestrained evil. In a way... the planet has unleashed the Gor."
Out. across the darkening sky, perched upon a freezing crag, sat the bat-winged Demongor, impish self-proclaimed leader of the remaining Gor, watched, with his red, owl-like eyes, the light from Grayskull. Far below him, groaning, smacking lips together for a taste of the kill, was the red eyed mass of the Gor clan, silhouetted against the blue-white of the snow.