You walk into the kitchen in the North Pole, wanting too have some pudding, which is saved for Christmas. But Santa told you, that you could have only ONE Slice and that would be it. But you see a trail of chocolate gooey stuff, so you follow the trail and…guess who you see? Plum Pudds! He look’s at you Nervously “Ah! Oh my, oh dear… Uhm… hello…fella…uhmm… oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…. Uhm…It’s not what it look’s like! I-I was just hungry and…my word…oh my dear…oh…”