So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late

Once the decapitated corpse of Funshine Bear was found in the smoldering ruins of Paradise the care bears quickly departed town, leaving stunned townsfolk to rebuild. All they wanted to do was care but discovered without BillyBear they had no stomach for being the master race, not of Paradise anyway.

Everyone was disappointed having looked forward to a total occupation and complete domination by a master race. Some thought Christmas was totally wrecked.

Until the Mistresses reminded them that they already were dominated by a master gender.

The burning of the town was never adequately explained, the three Mistressteers remaining mum. It was quickly forgotten when a team of engineers showed up, funded by a mysterious donation of billions of nickels.

Jem was found in the local Cheescake Factory. She said she was in hiding after explaining to her 'tender' that her ass was too small and needed care.

By Christmas Eve most of the town was rebuilt.

Princess Grace was sitting by a large fire pit filled with roaring logs on the outskirts of the castle grounds with her friends enjoying an evening of eggnog and play on Christmas Eve. The party is winding down, nearing midnight when she hears a series of car doors slam, looks across a field and sees a series of flashing blue lights and a group of cops, led by Tracer trudging towards her.

"Uh oh"

Billy the Perverted Elf is deep inside boob mountain working his way towards The Heart of the Nipple as described in The Book of Certain Doom. He's been pouring over the book during rest breaks. He's not concerned about his killer, the one who set this in motion. He has bigger fish to fry and little time.

His headlamp illuminates what appears to be a dead end. He consults the book, moves several stones and twists a rock formation before pressing it into the wall. A deep rumbling is heard along with what sounds like rushing water, a door slides upward ...

Stopping mid-track in the field Tracer, the cops and the party guests look towards a moonlit Boob Mountain. Even though they're miles away the ground is shaking and what appears to be milk is shooting from the nipple high into the Paradise sky. Snow begins to gently fall. Tracer catches a flake on his tongue and mutters to the cops around him, "Looks like it's going to be a white Christmas," before continuing towards a visibly shaken Princess Grace.

The door in the cave finishes it's loud ascent. Billy cautiously enters the dark, unidentified tomb. He places a Coleman lantern on the floor, lights it and looks around. The walls are made of white marble with a mysterious writing carved into them. It takes him a minute to realize they're mathematical equations. He proceeds to the first wall and begins to study them closely. "Wait a minute," he thinks, "if these are true then a consciousness could jump ..." a sharp pain rips through his head, much like a bullet through gray matter. Clutching his head and screaming he falls to the floor unconscious.

He's in that half state of consciousness between awake and asleep. He hears a thought not his own, "I like it here in Paradise. So much mischief!"

"Wha?" thinks Billy.

He feels the thought presence pull back and from a distance say, "For me to stay in Paradise you must remain ... here."

Bright sunlight fills Billy's eyes. Across from him a young girl naps on a couch. She slowly awakens from her deep sleep, sees him and smiles. She knows him.

Tracer stops in front of Princess Grace looking sad and careworn.

"What's this about Tracer?"

"I think you know MsGrace."

"Not a clue."

Sighing heavily Tracer states, "You're under the arrest for the premeditated murder of BillyBear."

The guests gasp and back away except for jem, lucky and pantysue who edge forward. Tracer looks at them so sadly they stop in their tracks.

"I have to cuff you Princess."

"Can you use jem's?" asks a quiet Princess Grace.

Tracer inspects the high quality cuffs and nods affirmative after receiving the key from jem.

Softly Princess says, "I didn't do this. I have my suspicions on who did but it wasn't me. Can someone get me a lawyer on Christmas Eve?"

MsTara replies, "Don't worry about it. I'm a lawyer I'll help get you processed and out. In the meantime don't say a word!"

Tracer stumbles, his whole field of vision filling with a smiling little girl before clearing to this sad scene.

"Are you OK Tracer?" asks MsGrace.

"I've had better days Princess, I'm so sorry I have to do this."

Taking her gently by the elbow he leads her back to the waiting squad cars. Jem. lucky, pantysue, MsTara, ace and MsKate race to follow.

Cold and shivering Billy awakens on the cave floor. His head is pounding, he looks at his watch. 11PM!? If he's right about the Cylon base ship's missile exploding right when he blind jumped, and the cross-linking of roboMittens then it could be possible ... He begins scribbling equations on The Book of Certain Doom.

Arriving at the police station Tracer swears. It's covered with camera crews and news reporters. It's three minutes till midnight. He helps MsGrace out of the car, a group of cops begin shoving the reporters out of the way. The bright lights of the camera crews blind Princess Grace, but she's determined to hold her head high. She hears someone call out, "Why did you do it?!" She replies in a calm voice, "I am only a patsy!"

Across the street atop an office building a bullet softly gleams before being chambered in a high powered sniper's rifle. Cross hairs slowly settle down on the well lit, perfect forehead of Princess Grace. The town clock begins to chime midnight, a second hand unwinds.

Billy finishes his equations screaming and writing "NO!" at the same time. He feels the transformation back to his care bear self occurring. He runs for the door, knowing there's no time as he watches it descend. Suddenly all is quiet once more in the tomb as a lifeless blue paw releases a pencil, it rolls across the floor only to be crushed by the descending stone door.

"What is wrong with you?" The young girl stares into Billy's face with concern. "You know I hate it when your eyes get all crazy like that! They look like buttons, like doll eyes ... you're scaring me!" She peers closer at Billy before wheeling and running down the hall, her ringlets bouncing along with the pretty pink bow on the back of her pink, checkerboard party dress. Billy glances down at his white, kitten paws, catches his tail out of the corner of his eye, "Oh no, I'm trapped, trapped inside ..." before his fevered brain overloads and he passes out.

"Mom! MOM!!!" screams five year old Princess Grace in a farmhouse somewhere in Connecticut, "Something is wrong with Mittens!!!"

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Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion coming next year! Or maybe the year after that ... lmao.