All these who-hobbits, who-men, and who-elves, making all this clatter, as they search and they search for their Christmas platters. They sing and they dance through their who-year, and despite my might they still dance the who-altz! "No, no," Speed set about, "Not this year. There will be no gifts! No new who-year!"
The wicked ole Speed had a clever idea, to rid the who-elves of their celebration. The Speed laughed to himself for his cunning wit. He'd turn the who-men and who-elves against the who-hobbits, by sabotaging their scavenger hunt!
Speed look down upon the who-village, as the little people went prancing about. He thought to himself, "These fools shall not pass! When I take away the Christmas stash." Speed set about his dastardly act, with the help of his pet. "We must act fast, Max, before we're left like who-hash."
Speed made off like the whip of a lash, and snuck his way off to the who-village. In the darkness of night, he slithered away, collecting the presents, hidden away. Through the village, as the people sleep, Speed took all the decorations and cast them astray.
In the early hours of Christmas Day, Speed slithered away, having left the who-elves and who-men with nothing that day. The who-men received quite the bounty when they discovered a message saying 'The who-hobbits had stolen the present!' Shock rumbled from the who-village as angrily yelling rose to the rafters. "We will discover the traitorous villain," the who-men yelled as they gathered their shovels and ladders, "who took away our Christmas manner!" From his perch, Speed listened to the matter.
He had finally done it! Speed stopped Christmas! As the who-men scuffled away, Speed grinned to himself that he had gotten away! "Those who-men and who-elves stand no chance, because all of their presents are scattered about!" Speed yelled in glee. "Best of all, the clues are have no help!" Backing into his cave, Speed sang and he danced, laughing away. Speed had gotten away, and now he waited for the new who-years day!