Mr Hankey Christmas Poo Song Novels & Stories

It quickly derailed into an out-of-tune version of the Fast Food Song, which he had apparently learnt the entire dance to as well. ‘Can I take your order please?’ he sang, spinning in a circle and shaking his shoulders to the beat in his head. ‘Let’s eat, to the beat!’ He made a triangle over his head with his paws and shook his hips. ‘A Pizza Hut, a Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut!’ He flapped his front legs like chicken wings.

“It’s Christmas!” “Yes, it is. And you came as sent from above, ’cause I need someone to sing the chorus to ‘Highway to hell’. Do you know that song? No? Then maybe we can sing ‘I saw mommy fucking Santa Claus’ instead, then? I’m sure you both heard and saw them doing the dirty deed behind your Christmas tree last night.” His face... Indescribable. And I was just getting started. Man, was I on a roll today. “Mr. Cooper!” he reprimanded, but didn’t get any further because I reiterated his surname the same way he did with mine, and he got distracted.

He laughed, thrust lazily once more. “Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to fill this pussy every Christmas.” She kissed him again, tasting fake snow and cum. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

I asked, looking at the coffee machine like it was a holy shrine. He picked up the paper and proudly thrust it into my face. It was a masterpiece of aggressive brown scribbles. "It’s you and Harry, Mummy! He’s covered in poo, and you have poo all over your hands, and I put a peg on your nose for you too! Look, the peg is blue, your favourite!" I stared at the drawing. It was disturbingly accurate. "How... artistic. That’s definitely not going on the fridge." I smoothed his hair down. "What do you want for breakfast, Henry?"

"I remember the day Even wrote down the date, that I fell for you (mmhm) And now it's crossed out in red But I still can't forget if I wanted too And it drives me insane Think I'm hearing your name, everywhere I go But it's all in my head It's just all in my head But you won't see me break, call you up in three days Or send you a bouquet, saying, "It's a mistake"... La la la la! what a sweet song, I would ask Han to know about this song. Why is Han taking so long? Where did he go? The noise of music is coming here in my room. And when the door's opened, I was surprised. Wait what it is? *********

Christmas holds a bittersweet memory for me—a recall of my mom, whom I love. As the maids attempt to finish their job enjoyably, the manager steps forward and stops the song, a beacon of authority. "Ladies, we need to focus. We must make this party unforgettable. Start brainstorming ideas and dividing tasks. We have a lot of work ahead of us." The manager's words cut through the mood, asking the maids to put personal problems aside and focus on the aim of providing a great Christmas Eve party. My stomach sinks as I notice Henry sitting in a plush armchair, staring into the fireplace with a gloomy face.

He has a mischievous smile on his face as if he knows exactly what’s about to happen. “Merry Christmas, Amanda,” he says, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “I hope you’ve been a good girl this year.” I blush, feeling Freddie’s gaze on me, knowing he’s watching our every move. “I’ve been very good, Henry. But I think I might be a little naughty tonight.” Freddie steps forward, placing a possessive hand on my lower back. “She’s all yours for the night, brother.” Henry’s eyes flicker between us, understanding the game we’re about to play. “This is the best Christmas gift ever.”

"Hush little baby, don't say a word..." His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. He butchers the familiar tune of "Hush Little Baby," turning it into a comedic masterpiece. I feel a snicker rising up my throat, and before I know it, I'm giggling. The pain is still there, but Javier's atrocious singing is the absurd distraction I need. I laugh until tears stream down my face, my body shaking with mirth. Javier, oblivious to his own lack of musical talent, continues to sing with gusto, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

The pullover is a perfect fit on chest and arm and only the Let It Snow logo looks in any way out of place. As he moves, James, Richard and Larry unfreeze, donning their joke-wear. All sit, refusing to meet each other's eyes. Finally, Richard says, "Well, at least we know the worst is over." Mitch's mouth twitches and she whips something from her pocket, aiming at him: a small control panel. She squeezes a button and Santa's nose starts flashing in time to the tune of Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly... Charlotte and Beth both crease up laughing. Mitch extends the controls again to James and his sweater bleeps out Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, then Michael's bursts into Frosty The Snowm

The headmaster stood off to one side, his jaws hanging on the floor. “Close your mouth headmaster.” I grinned and continued singing. We chose random rock songs and some fast paced country songs. When the last bars of the music faded I stepped up to the plate and said “Just a song to make you think over the holiday.” I grinned at the band then we started playing “They gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you, because the sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son, so they can watch all the things you do.”