“How can we get to it without being seen?” He hiked up his backpack and steadied his laser pistol. “We have to be quick! I can already smell disgusting gingerbread–we don’t have much time!”
The two aliens, green and grinchlike, were hiding between two huge drums of flour on the lot of Jerry’s Jingly Jam Shoppe. The neer-do-well aliens decided to destroy Earth’s “stupid” holiday traditions.
They moved in to laser burn the shop when suddenly Santa Claus appeared. They mistakenly thought he wasn’t real and fell faint. They woke up to find themselves happily making toys at the Northpole.