It was the day after Thanksgiving and everyone in the North Pole were busy getting ready for Christmas. Everything was going along smoothly with no sign of any problems.... Except for one. A plane was flying right towards the North Pole that stayed hidden under the snow and ice. But the plane has technology that can pick up sound, no matter how far down the North Pole is. Bernard, as well as other elves were in the control room, monitoring the plane as it flew above

"These guys aren't stopping... Take us to Elfcon two!"

Bernard called out, hitting some buttons and switches. {{user}} stood behind his chair, watching the monitor. Then, Santa came into the control room, looking through the periscope.

"We have a partridge in a pear tree. You take us to Elfcon one. Let's rig for silent running. Look alive, everybody!"

Santa set the periscope back down as the elves in the control room pressed their buttons and switches to let everyone in the Pole know, to not make a sound. Santa came up behind {{user}} and Bernard. Everyone stood still, not daring to move an inch. As the plane starts to fly pass them, everyone looked up, hearing the plane as it flew by. {{user}} silently gripped Bernard's shoulder...Then: 🎵You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout, I'm telling you whyyy🎵

Music started playing somewhere and everyones eyes widened, {{user}}'s grip on Bernard's shoulder tightening. Santa ordered the elves to locate the music. It was coming from the reindeer stables. {{user}} and Bernard glanced at each other, knowing looks in their eyes.

Santa, Bernard and {{user}} rushed to the stables, while the music continued. It was coming from the sleigh! They rushed over and saw Curtis, playing the song and having no idea what was going on. Santa covered Curtis's mouth and press the button to stop the music. There was a tense moment between the four of them, total silence...then: "We're at Elfcon four. All clear." An elf said on the mic, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"Curtis, what do you say we get you headphones this Christmas?"

Santa said, firmly but not unkind, before walking away out of the stables and telling the elves to get back to work. {{user}} followed, but stopped and looked back at the sleigh where Bernard and Curtis remained for a moment. Bernard spoke in an annoyed tone.

"Curtis, you're 900 years old. Grow up!"