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Hey guys!! Here's part 4 of mine and 's Christmas collab story based off of Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas, How Stan the Woozle Stole Christmas! Enjoy!

Meanwhile in another part of town, a Woodpecker named Woody Woodpecker walked with his niece and nephew, Knothead and Splinter to the post office with presents in hand.

Woody: (doing his signature laugh) Nothing beats Christmas, eh kids?

Knothead: ...........I guess.

Woody: You guess?

Splinter: Well, it's just that we look around and see everyone getting all kerbobbled. Doesn't this seem a bit strange?

Woody: Kids, strange is my middle name!

Intercom: Attention Toonville citizens! Stan the Woozle is said to have been sighted in town. If you see him, do not approach him, hide your honey, and do not mention Christmas around him! Also no conversations about him either! You have been warned!

Random Toons: Stan the Woozle!?!

Stan: What do you want? Uh, I mean, STAN THE WOOZLE!?! OH NO!!

We soon cut to the Toonville Post Office. It was busy on account of Christmas Eve with the citizens sending and receiving Christmas packages and presents. As they watched their uncle work, Knothead and Splinter did nothing but wonder about Stan the woozle.

Knothead: Uncle Woody, we just don't get it.

Splinter: Yeah, why won't anybody talk about Stan the woozle?

Woody: Oh, uh.....well you see kids, Stan is a toon who......well he's actually less of a toon and.......more of a......uh.

Knothead: A what?

Woody: Exactly kids! He's a what who doesn't like Christmas. (pointing to Stan's mailbox, which looked all empty, dusty, and littered with cobwebs) Just look at his mailbox, not a single Christmas card addressed to him........ever.

Splinter: But why Uncle Woody?

Woody: (He shrugged and was about to answer up until the bell rang and was littered with toons with Christmas packages. He soon turned his attention to the toons at the desk) Okay everybody I'll be right there(signature laugh) We'll straighten this out!

Meanwhile in the back, Stan and his lackeys, Heff and Francisco were messing around with the mail in the mailroom.

Stan: (giggling with glee at his prank as he sorted the mail in the wrong boxes) Heheheeehehehe! It will take them YEARS to sort this out. Now this is her's, now it's yours, now it's his. Heh hehe he he he. And for the rest of you(sneaking in front of the mailboxes with a mess of mail in his arms) Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty, black mail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, jury duty!

Heff: Those poor people......they ain't never gonna know what hit em.

Francisco: Must be a mail order, ho ho!!

Back out in the main room.

Woody: Okay kids. Could you do your Uncle a favor and take these letters to the back mailroom. But be careful of the sorting machine, Alright?

Knothead and Splinter: Alright Uncle Woody.

As they entered the mailroom, it seemed normal yet off. Then a dark red hat plopped onto the ground. As they looked, they didn't notice that Stan, Heff, and Francisco clung onto the ceiling. They soon shrugged it off about to put the mail into the boxes.

Stan: Phew.

Francisco: ACHOO!

Stan: Gesundheit.......Ooh!

Knothead and Splinter: (turning to see a terrible sight) AAAHH!!!

Stan, Heff, and Francsico: AAAAHHH!!!!

Knothead and Splinter: AAAHH!!!

Stan, Heff, and Francsico: AAAAHHH!!!!

Soon the three plopped to the ground as Stan made an evil smile at the two.

Knothead: You're Stan the-the-the-the--

Stan: "The, the, the...." THE WOOZLE!!!!!

He soon scared the two into the sorting machine.

Knothead: HELP!! SOMEBODY!!

Splinter: SAVE US!! GET US OUT OF HERE!!

Stan:.........Well......that worked out nicely.

As they screamed for help, the two woodpecker children slid down into the package infested sorting machine and were inching slowly to the fragile stamp that was pressing down on the boxes.

Heff: Oh no, oh no, oh no!! This isn't good, they'll be flattened if we don't do something!

Francisco: Darn right we gotta do something!! What do you think Stan?

Stan: Let's go you two knuckleheads, our word here is finished.

Francisco: This may sting a little.

Then Francisco bit into Stan's tail and tried pulling him back

Stan: EEEEEEEE!!!!! Frankie, that's not a cat toy!!! Stop it Frankie, stop it!! Get that out of your mouth, you have no idea where it's been!!

Heff just stood there staring while he panicked.

Knothead and Splinter: AAAHH!!!

Stan: Huh?

TOOOOOOOOT!!!!!

Stan: (angry and groaning at the thought of no one coming to save them) Bleeding hearts of the world UNITE!!

He soon dug into the sorting machine and got one of the kids out while Heff and Francisco got the other one out. As they put them safely on the ground, Stan scowled.

Stan: My hat!! Give me that you little!! Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that don't belong to you!?! What's the matter you some kind of wild animals!?! Huh!?!

Knothead and Splinter:.........

Stan: Let's go guys!

Knothead: Thank you, Mr Woozle, for saving our lives.

Stan: What?!?!?! (turns to her with anime anger mark and clinched teeth) Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing?

Splinter: Yes.

Stan: Wrongo. I just noticed that you weren't properly packaged my friends.

(violently wrapping them up with wrapping paper)

Stan: Hold still!

(continues to wrap them up in wrapping paper)

Stan: Heff, pick out a bow! Frankie, find some nice looking ribbons!

(continues until he folds a piece to look at their faces)

Stan: (polite manner) Can I use your finger for a sec?

Knothead: Hello?

Splinter: Anybody there?

The three soon made a clean getaway.

Woody: Knothead? Splinter?

Knothead: Uncle.

Splinter: Uncle Woody.

Woody: (turning to see the two together wrapped like a Christmas presents unwrapping themselves) What in the world?

Knothead: Uncle Woody! You're not gonna believe what happened to us!

Woody: You two have been practicing your Christmas wrapping! I'm so proud of you kids! (helping them out) Come on you two, it's quittin' time!

As they left the post office, the two children thought, "Why would a mean woozle do something so good?"
Then they thought, "Maybe Stan wasn't so bad after all, he was just misunderstood."

All characters and stories mentioned don't belong to me, they belong to their respective owners.

Knothead, Splinter, Woody Woodpecker (c) Walter Lantz
Stan the Woozle, Heff the Heffalump (c) Disney
Francisco the cat (c) Ben10theMagician
How the Grinch Stole Christmas (c) Dr. Seuss

Description
Hey guys!! Here's part 4 of mine and 's Christmas collab story based off of Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas, How Stan the Woozle Stole Christmas! Enjoy!

Meanwhile in another part of town, a Woodpecker named Woody Woodpecker walked with his niece and nephew, Knothead and Splinter to the post office with presents in hand.

Woody: (doing his signature laugh) Nothing beats Christmas, eh kids?

Knothead: ...........I guess.

Woody: You guess?

Splinter: Well, it's just that we look around and see everyone getting all kerbobbled. Doesn't this seem a bit strange?

Woody: Kids, strange is my middle name!

Intercom: Attention Toonville citizens! Stan the Woozle is said to have been sighted in town. If you see him, do not approach him, hide your honey, and do not mention Christmas around him! Also no conversations about him either! You have been warned!

Random Toons: Stan the Woozle!?!

Stan: What do you want? Uh, I mean, STAN THE WOOZLE!?! OH NO!!

We soon cut to the Toonville Post Office. It was busy on account of Christmas Eve with the citizens sending and receiving Christmas packages and presents. As they watched their uncle work, Knothead and Splinter did nothing but wonder about Stan the woozle.

Knothead: Uncle Woody, we just don't get it.

Splinter: Yeah, why won't anybody talk about Stan the woozle?

Woody: Oh, uh.....well you see kids, Stan is a toon who......well he's actually less of a toon and.......more of a......uh.

Knothead: A what?

Woody: Exactly kids! He's a what who doesn't like Christmas. (pointing to Stan's mailbox, which looked all empty, dusty, and littered with cobwebs) Just look at his mailbox, not a single Christmas card addressed to him........ever.

Splinter: But why Uncle Woody?

Woody: (He shrugged and was about to answer up until the bell rang and was littered with toons with Christmas packages. He soon turned his attention to the toons at the desk) Okay everybody I'll be right there(signature laugh) We'll straighten this out!

Meanwhile in the back, Stan and his lackeys, Heff and Francisco were messing around with the mail in the mailroom.

Stan: (giggling with glee at his prank as he sorted the mail in the wrong boxes) Heheheeehehehe! It will take them YEARS to sort this out. Now this is her's, now it's yours, now it's his. Heh hehe he he he. And for the rest of you(sneaking in front of the mailboxes with a mess of mail in his arms) Jury duty, jury duty, jury duty, black mail, pink slip, chain letter, eviction notice, jury duty!

Heff: Those poor people......they ain't never gonna know what hit em.

Francisco: Must be a mail order, ho ho!!

Back out in the main room.

Woody: Okay kids. Could you do your Uncle a favor and take these letters to the back mailroom. But be careful of the sorting machine, Alright?

Knothead and Splinter: Alright Uncle Woody.

As they entered the mailroom, it seemed normal yet off. Then a dark red hat plopped onto the ground. As they looked, they didn't notice that Stan, Heff, and Francisco clung onto the ceiling. They soon shrugged it off about to put the mail into the boxes.

Stan: Phew.

Francisco: ACHOO!

Stan: Gesundheit.......Ooh!

Knothead and Splinter: (turning to see a terrible sight) AAAHH!!!

Stan, Heff, and Francsico: AAAAHHH!!!!

Knothead and Splinter: AAAHH!!!

Stan, Heff, and Francsico: AAAAHHH!!!!

Soon the three plopped to the ground as Stan made an evil smile at the two.

Knothead: You're Stan the-the-the-the--

Stan: "The, the, the...." THE WOOZLE!!!!!

He soon scared the two into the sorting machine.

Knothead: HELP!! SOMEBODY!!

Splinter: SAVE US!! GET US OUT OF HERE!!

Stan:.........Well......that worked out nicely.

As they screamed for help, the two woodpecker children slid down into the package infested sorting machine and were inching slowly to the fragile stamp that was pressing down on the boxes.

Heff: Oh no, oh no, oh no!! This isn't good, they'll be flattened if we don't do something!

Francisco: Darn right we gotta do something!! What do you think Stan?

Stan: Let's go you two knuckleheads, our word here is finished.

Francisco: This may sting a little.

Then Francisco bit into Stan's tail and tried pulling him back

Stan: EEEEEEEE!!!!! Frankie, that's not a cat toy!!! Stop it Frankie, stop it!! Get that out of your mouth, you have no idea where it's been!!

Heff just stood there staring while he panicked.

Knothead and Splinter: AAAHH!!!

Stan: Huh?

TOOOOOOOOT!!!!!

Stan: (angry and groaning at the thought of no one coming to save them) Bleeding hearts of the world UNITE!!

He soon dug into the sorting machine and got one of the kids out while Heff and Francisco got the other one out. As they put them safely on the ground, Stan scowled.

Stan: My hat!! Give me that you little!! Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that don't belong to you!?! What's the matter you some kind of wild animals!?! Huh!?!

Knothead and Splinter:.........

Stan: Let's go guys!

Knothead: Thank you, Mr Woozle, for saving our lives.

Stan: What?!?!?! (turns to her with anime anger mark and clinched teeth) Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing?

Splinter: Yes.

Stan: Wrongo. I just noticed that you weren't properly packaged my friends.

(violently wrapping them up with wrapping paper)

Stan: Hold still!

(continues to wrap them up in wrapping paper)

Stan: Heff, pick out a bow! Frankie, find some nice looking ribbons!

(continues until he folds a piece to look at their faces)

Stan: (polite manner) Can I use your finger for a sec?

Knothead: Hello?

Splinter: Anybody there?

The three soon made a clean getaway.

Woody: Knothead? Splinter?

Knothead: Uncle.

Splinter: Uncle Woody.

Woody: (turning to see the two together wrapped like a Christmas presents unwrapping themselves) What in the world?

Knothead: Uncle Woody! You're not gonna believe what happened to us!

Woody: You two have been practicing your Christmas wrapping! I'm so proud of you kids! (helping them out) Come on you two, it's quittin' time!

As they left the post office, the two children thought, "Why would a mean woozle do something so good?"
Then they thought, "Maybe Stan wasn't so bad after all, he was just misunderstood."

All characters and stories mentioned don't belong to me, they belong to their respective owners.

Knothead, Splinter, Woody Woodpecker (c) Walter Lantz
Stan the Woozle, Heff the Heffalump (c) Disney
Francisco the cat (c) Ben10theMagician
How the Grinch Stole Christmas (c) Dr. Seuss