All I Want for Christmas is....

[typodi]

A party hmmmmm.

Grab bag: An illustrated copy of "All I want for Christmas", (which is nearly finished), a wristband, henna kit for temporary circle tattoo, LH's new CD (which of course we got pre-released). and a special item for each partygoer that reflects her relationship with Marty.

Working on little sleep so I know there will be bigger and better ideas than these.

[beachgirl]

That sounds good! Maybe the bags could be totes with our Marty avatar pictures on the front and our user names. Oh they could match our MC.org wrist bands.

Side note: I read a story to the kids last night called Santas Toys where Santa brings all the toys to life. All I could think was "Santa baby make it happen"

[FlyIntoOblivion]

beachgirl said:

That sounds good! Maybe the bags could be totes with our Marty avatar pictures on the front and our user names. Oh they could match our MC.org wrist bands.

Side note: I read a story to the kids last night called Santas Toys where Santa brings all the toys to life. All I could think was "Santa baby make it happen"

Sounds good! But I don't have an avatar pic yet...can palari's avatar be on my tote? ;D

[beachgirl]

flyintooblivion said:

beachgirl said:

That sounds good! Maybe the bags could be totes with our Marty avatar pictures on the front and our user names. Oh they could match our MC.org wrist bands.

Side note: I read a story to the kids last night called Santas Toys where Santa brings all the toys to life. All I could think was "Santa baby make it happen"

Sounds good! But I don't have an avatar pic yet...can palari's avatar be on my tote? ;D

Yes it's lovely! Talk to Penny or Dramagirl about an avatar they were my connection.

[franny2]

OK, I need to talk to Palari too . . . otherwise I'll be gettin' a Pomegranate tote

Or maybe I'll go snag Ayesa86's Tshirt while she's being hypnotized . . . 'cause that's one fabulous Marty pic . . .

[typodi]

Loving the avatar totes. Great idea. Franny2 I love your avatar - it's cool. Symbol of Marty Casey, gracious, witty - yet understated, outwardly simple and inwardly complex.

(Sob) I don't even have an avatar. I will probably just get a plain brown bag.

*Hand to the forehead in despair.*

[FlyIntoOblivion]

That's better! He's so cute when he's sleeping.

Thanks everyone! Can I still get palari's avatar on my tote?

[DG]

flyintooblivion said:

That's better! He's so cute when he's sleeping.

Thanks everyone! Can I still get palari's avatar on my tote?

Good AV

I think everyone wants palari's avatar. Although my favorite is still...


Stop it...I can hear the collective groan as I once again pull out nerdy Marty. I can't help it..

[franny2]

dramagirl said:

flyintooblivion said:

That's better! He's so cute when he's sleeping.

Thanks everyone! Can I still get palari's avatar on my tote?

Good AV

I think everyone wants palari's avatar. Although my favorite is still...


Stop it...I can hear the collective groan as I once again pull out nerdy Marty. I can't help it..

Oh Lordy . . . how could we have forgotten?
Will there be no little Nerdy Marty doll under the Christmas tree this year?

Is this an emergency, or did the elves actually make some of those too?
Could someone please go check?
Anxiously waiting for news . . .

[franny2]

typodi said:

Loving the avatar totes. Great idea. Franny2 I love your avatar - it's cool. Symbol of Marty Casey, gracious, witty - yet understated, outwardly simple and inwardly complex.

(Sob) I don't even have an avatar. I will probably just get a plain brown bag.

*Hand to the forehead in despair.*

Wow . . . typodi . . . you've just explained to me why I love my Pom so much . . . it was just floating around in my head and I hadn't thought to put it into words. That was stunning.

And may I say in return that I love the way you write . . . beautiful and exotic

[Ayesa86]

I think there is a "Professor Marty" outfit in with the accessories?

[franny2]

Whew . . . thanks Ayesa86 . . . had me worried there for a sec.

[Ayesa86]

^^ No problem^^

[typodi]

I sat back and laced my fingers behind my head. My cat, Valentina, sat on the top of the computer purring gently, her eyes half-closed. She had been playing with her furry mouse collection and they were scattered around the room.

I was reading Franny2's entry with delight. She brought a sense of graciousness and dignity to the entire proceedings. I thought to myself, “Splendid. The North Pole is back to normal and the fangirls will be delighted on their holidays.”

Just then a mote of dust tickled my nose. I frowned and looked around. Those air purifiers are supposed to be so good for you. Valentina opened one eye and a glittery blue orb was visible. The next mote of dust landed on the tip of Valentina’s ear. I looked closer, ever vigilant for fleas. It sparkled. I blinked. So I got out the dust buster and vacuumed thoroughly.

Satisfied, I returned to my chair. It was time to log on and let the Fan Girls know all was well and pen that last posting for the thread. As I did, Valentina let out a low growl just as a snowball hit me in the back of the head. Snow in Los Angeles? I felt the icy cold ball start to slip down the back of my shirt. Valentina’s tail whipped back and forth with fury. She crouched low.

Then everything happened at once.

Valentina sprung off the top of the computer and a second snowball hit me in the face because I had turned around when there was a little scream. Valentina had something in her mouth and was dragging it under the bed.

“My cap! My cap!” came an anguished cry. There on the dresser was an elf with a pile of snowballs next to him.

I knew exactly who it was. I just couldn’t imagine why he had come in person or made such an entrance.

“Miggy, why are you pelting me with snowballs? What’s up with that?” I toweled my face off and waited for an answer.

“We need you.” was the reply.

“Well, couldn’t you just *poof* me like everyone else?”

“I could if you didn't keep vacuuming up the fairy dust. I'm almost out. I couldn’t afford to waste anymore.”

“Well, how come I don’t get to part the boughs gracefully and make a entry like Franny2?”

“Ohhhh, get my cap from that horrible creature.” he said, twisting his shirt tail in his hands. Avoidance techniques- I’ve seen them before. I wasn’t going to get anything further out of Miggy on that subject.

I crawled under the bed and hauled Valentina out. “She’s a friendly kitty when no one's firing at me from behind.” I dusted off Miggy’s cap and handed it back to him. Valentina blinked at him, then stretched out her nose for a sniff. Miggy backed away.

“Oh for heaven sakes” I said. I gave Valentina one of her furry mice and she began batting it around the bed.

“What do you need Miggy? I thought everything was done. The sets designed, instruments scaled, gifts wrapped, notes written, the whole kit and kaboodle humming along with elves hopped up on sheer excitement alone. I got everybody's log.”

Miggy sighed. “There’s one thing left to do. Covert operation. We’re going to have to go in the back door.”

“Lets go, then.” I said. “Time’s a-wasting.”

“Stand still.” he instructed.

“Wait.” I ran to the computer and typed in BRB. “Okay, little man, hit me.”

*POOF*

BRB

[franny2]

delightful!

[radioclash]

I'm anticipating Part 2, typodi! ;D

[typodi]

We materialized in a corridor that was nothing like the room the other fan girls had described. In fact, there were laser beams bouncing around the walls. I turned to Miggy in surprise.

"Where are we?"

"High Tech and Magic Corridor" was the reply. As we walked down the hallway, he elaborated, "We have a special room set up - soundproofed and secure."

I stopped in front of an open doorway and confronted Miggy. I paid no attention to the activity in the room.

"Just what is this all about?" I wasn't going to budge an inch until I had an answer.

Miggy sighed. "It's about You-Know-Who."

I laughed and tried to ease the tension. "You mean 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?' "

From the interior of the room, an earnest young man with glasses and a lighting bolt on his forehead whipped around. He glared at me, pointed his wand and yelled, "His name is Lord Voldemort. Invicticus!"

Dunno what would have happened because Miggy caught the discharge of stars from the wand and turned into a Christmas ornament.

"Oh Harry, not that You-Know-You." With that Miggy tossed the ornament inside and closed the door.

He grabbed me by the arm and hustled me along to a door marked 'Authorized Personnel Only'. He put his hand up to the door and it opened. There was a rear projection TV, a table and some chairs. Each setting was equipped with a Beernog, a pen and a writing tablet.

We took our seats.

"Here's the problem. Every time JD's name (we both paused and looked around but nothing happened) is mentioned, a brawl ensues. I used a lot of fairy dust for riot control. I don't know what to do."

"Well, he is an integral part of the whole set-up. We have to be fair." I reached out and picked up my pen.

"Let's make a list of pros and cons." I divided the page into two lists.

"On the Pro side he was a Rockstar contestant, he did win leaving Marty free to make it big with his beloved Lovehammers and without him - well - there would be no cake-fighting kit. Most important of all, he is Marty's friend."

I tapped the pen on the paper. "On the other hand, he is snarky."

Miggy looked so glum. "We don't even know how to create the doll. Watch this."

He turned on the projector and there on the wall was JD performing a song. He was grabbing girls by the hair, cupping his hand over his ears with his eyes closed, and grabbing his favorite part of his anatomy.

"Enough!" I reached over and turned off the projector myself. "I don't know why he does that. We're women, we know where it is and we know what to do with it. He doesn't need to rediscover it every time he sings. All I can say is - it ain't pretty." I turned to Miggy.

Miggy has a very fair complexion and I had heard it ran the gamut from the flush of excitement to the pallor of apprehension but I had never expected the shell-pink hue of embarrassment that now colored his face.

"Sorry." I murmured. "It's just that is a HUGE con."

Just then the door chimed and a disembodied voiced spoke out 'Entry Permitted.' The door opened and in walked Marty Casey.

My jaw dropped as Miggy jumped up on the table and shook Marty's hand. Then Marty turned and looked at me.

"So you're the one who started it all." He walked around the table and sat down next to me. He popped open his Beernog and and I watched - fascinated - as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank.

"Yes. I'm the one." I reached for my Beernog out of nervousness and took a sip. (OKAY they really are good!!!!) "I'm typodi from the MC.org." I was almost afraid to look at him. When I did, he was smiling at me.

"Once we got used to 'poofing' we got into it." he admitted. "Miggy asked me to this meeting because I want JD in the collection. So I came to help."

So we grabbed our pads and pens. We scooted in close together and designed a JD doll that would be restricted to front lunges and ear cupping. We were all very pleased with the result.

I summed up the outcome of the meeting. "This is good. They're play sets. The girls can revolve the order the contestants get kicked off. They can eliminate JD in the first round or play it out as it really happened. That's the great thing about imagination. The story lines are endless."

Marty smiled and tossed down his pen. He turned to Miggy and said "Now, there's one thing I would like."

Miggy, happy to have the situation resolved, said "Anything."

Marty looked me straight in the eye and there was a suspicious twinkle and he winked. He stood up, threw himself into the Mad Conductor pose and said "A Marty Party! Let's bring up all the girls who came up to the North Pole, the guys and have a hell of a Christmas party."

I clapped my hands with excitement. "Perfect!"

Miggy had a grin from ear to ear which slowly faded.

'What's wrong?" I asked.

"Not enough fairy dust." Miggy looked so despondent.

Marty said. " How about Santa's sleigh? I'm sure it needs a test run before the 24th."

"You're right." Miggy pulled a walkie-talkie off his tunic and spoke into it. "They're being picked up now. Let's go."

With that, the three of us left the security corridor and headed to the "Marty Casey Special Task Force" room.

This is so exciting. I'm walking next to Marty Casey and Miggy. I'm going to meet all the fan girls that took time out to come up to the North Pole. I was going to get to meet the Lovehammers for real. And all the elves.

We got to the door and Miggy flung it open. On the other side of the door, merriment ensued. I peeked in

and ........

[typodi]

There they were!

It was just as described, a warm, cozy cavern that was piled high with all the Marty dolls and accouterments, Lovehammers, play sets, contestants, everything. It was wonderful.

Ayesa86 and Suzjor were giggling together as they compared their thigh-high boots. (Ayesa86 had a pair custom made for Suzjor). Although now, Suzjor wants a shirt just like Ayesa86. They were inspecting the play sets and Ayesa86 was so pleased that they were so correct in every detail.

Dramagirl and Bilbob (who is hunky and intelligent) were making eyes at each other as he showed her all the automated Martys. It was nice to see him so rested. Dramagirl and Bilbob then started quoting poetry to one another and acting out their favorite passages.

Beachgirl and Radioclash were sitting at a table involved in a strange elf game with Dinno that involved elf tiles, a tape measure, shouting "Go" and slamming back Beernogs. Looked like fun.

Franny2 was flitting around like Martha Stewart, checking the bows on packages, the handwritten notes and the rockstar fashion line. She was hampered by Timgar who kept trying to climb into the pocket of her apron. Finally, she picked him up, set him down on the table and starting searching his pockets. This set him off into gales of laughter as he was particularly ticklish. She obviously found what she was looking for because she tucked him under her arm and went out another door.

Little Brodav was on the Rockstar stage metamorphosing into female then male then female then male. She shouted "BLING, FLASH, SPARKLE" with each transformation. A party unto herself.

Franny2 walked back in the other door just as Miggy, Marty and I walked in the room. Franny2 smiled as Timgar proudly escorted an animated Barbie in as his date. Barbie had to be tethered to keep her from falling over on her face. (That bra size and bone structure combo just doesn't work in real life).

As everyone spotted each other the room erupted into cheers, whistles and applause. All the fan girls hugged and squeed over meeting one another and I got to meet all the elves.

Marty was engulfed by the fan girls but you could tell he was really enjoying himself. Then the door opened again and in walked Billy, Dino, and Bobby.

The place rocked. There was singing, dancing, hugging, kissing, games and charades. Of course, there was delicious food and plenty of Beernog for everyone. The party went on into the wee hours of the morning. Even Miggy took the night off and joined in the fun. I can't even begin to tell you what all happened. (Who knows - maybe the others will share their thoughts of this final night.)

When the time came for everyone to go home, Suzjor burst into tears and blubbered "Group hug." So we all hugged the elves and said our good-byes.

Then we piled into Santa's sleigh. Almost everyone had to double up. Franny2 sat on Billy's lap, Ayesa86 on Bobby's lap and beachgirl on Dino's. Radioclash and Dramagirl sat on either side of Marty and I sat on his lap (author's prerogative). Marty told me I wasn't too heavy. *BEAMING SMILE* Everyone got ready for takeoff.

Miggy covered us with lap robes and tucked us in. As the sleigh lifted off into the air, the elves waved and waved, then we started singing the song Marty had modified to encompass all his fans.

"We wish you a Happy Chri-Han-Za
We wish you a Happy Chri-Han-Za
We wish you a Happy Chri-Han-Zaaaaaa
And a Happy New Year"

As each one of the fan girls was dropped off, Marty handed her an avatar tote bag and gave her a kiss.
Inside was their very own fan girl doll, their favorite Marty doll, Lovehammer doll and the play set of their choice. Each had a personal note with something special written by each one of the Lovehammers.

It was a beautiful experience and each one of us gave Marty our solemn promise that if help is needed next year, we stand shoulder to shoulder at the ready.

[DG]

:(Very funny

[Ayesa86]

It had been another long week, and I was very depressed due to being caught smack in the middle of an intense lover's spat between two of my best friends. Sighing, I sat at my computer and continued typing up that damn Harry Potter fanfic my friend was forcing me to write. It was then when I heard an odd noise coming from the front lawn. Good grief! I thought wearily, What is it now? I swear, if the neighbors are playing drunken Marco Polo again, I really will use my machete!

However, when I glanced out the window, I was dumbstruck. There was a friggin' sleigh in my front yard!! Knowing that this probably had something to do with certain events a week or so earlier, I threw on my black jeans & thigh-high boots as well as my new t-shirt with the blue jacket and armband. Hastily spraying my hair, I tossed on my black vintage trenchcoat and jumped out the window leaving only a hasty message inscribed in my screensaver:

Urgent meeting. Be back soon.
~Carly.

Within minutes, I arrived at the North Pole where I noticed Suzjor trying on a pair of miniture thigh-high boots. Going over, I asked what was going on and she replied that Marty had decided to gather all the fangirls together for a Christmas Party. Remembering the great time I had had while I was there last, I was all for a party.

As I looked around, I was astounded by the progress that had taken place since my departure. There were now fangirl dolls! Laughing, I picked up one that looked strangely familiar and realized that it was me! Putting it down carefully, I allowed it to go back to what it was doing...which was apparantly drawing little sketches in between being mesmorized by the Marty dolls.

It didn't take me long to find the other elves, at the bar, Dinno was already knocking back a few Beernogs and I couldn't help but fix myself a particulary sweet Pomegranate Daquiri. As I ran into each elf in turn, I noticed that I hadn't seen Miggy, but when I inquired as to his wherabouts, all I was told was that he was in a top-secret meeting. Though I was a little disappointed, I decided to make the best of my situation and have some fun.

A few minutes later, the doors swung open and Marty strolled in with typodi, Miggy, and all the LoveHammers in tow. After having a rather rant-ish conversation with Miggy, I spent most of the night on a couch, sipping quietly at my Pomegranate Daquiri, which was every bit as delicious as it sounds. I've never been much good around large groups of people, so I'm sure I seemed a little timid despite what was being said about my work on the RockStar Mansion Set. Though I tried continuously to dodge complements, I couldn't help but be proud of my contribution to the project.

After the night was over, we were all escorted back to the sleigh, which ended up being a rather tight squeeze. (not that that's a bad thing, mind you!^^). Much to my dismay, I was one of the earlier stops on our trip, but when Marty handed me my totebag and gave me a kiss on the cheek, I somehow mustered up the will to speak:

"Thanks for everything Marty...you gave me the best birthday and Christmas I've ever had!"

Then, with one last hug, they were gone. Now, as I sit at my desk, typing up this account at my final experience at "Marty Figure Headquarters" I can help but smile as I look at the little Marty figure wandering about my desk while the tiny Ayesa86 sits on the edge of a book, sketching away, because I know where they came from, and if I ever start forgetting, all I'll have to do is read the note I found in the bottom of my bag:


"Dear Carly,

Thanks for all your hard work on the project, especially the mansion. So sorry you missed out on the Metro, and we hope you'll be able to make the Florida show. Though I know I said it several times, have a happy birthday and an awesome Christmas!

Much Love,
Marty & the Guys.

P.S. Miggy says he'll miss you too!^^


This is Agent 86, signing off.