It's Difficult Being a Supervillian Over the Holidays

Christmas was sweet this year. I'm not sure there is anywhere else I can go, be the worst behaved by far and end up being the "model houseguest". With all of The Touching of the MooCow, the Talking of the Smack, the Playing of the Videogames and whatnot and I still ended up as "such a good houseguest" as noted by Jesster's mum. The kids of Jesster's mum? They were my fall guys of course. Secretly, without anyone knowing, as we pulled away in the driveway, I used my super-tele-kinetic-kawhatzhit powers to tangle the fringes of blanket to ensure that forever I would be remembered as the model houseguest and those raucous kids would be remembered as horrible Fringe-Tanglers. Ah, if only they knew how dastardly of a supervillian I really am... oh wait... oh crap. I just spilt my beans.

*Sigh* I guess I fall into the catagory of the supervillian with the disadvantage of giving away his entire plan. At least I waited until after my fiendish plot of Telekinetic-Kawhatzhit-Fringe-Sabotage had come full bloom and there was nothing our daring heroic trio could do, right? Little did I know that our trio would have launch a counter assault of complete disregard by some, and calling her out on the mat by another. Drats! Curse your ancient Scandihoovian superpowers of Dismissal and Disregard! Curse your newfound powers of Aggressive Accountability! I'll get you yet Scandihoovian Wonder Trio Kids! And stop staring! I know this spandex looks maxed out, blame your mother's awesome cooking...