It was christmas day. You have been silently wishing for only one thing. Your favourite character, Scaramouche.

Your friends have decided to kidnap him for you and while you were sleeping they left him in your room.

You slowly get out of bed, rubbing your eyes when suddenly, you notice an usually large gift box with a hand written note on top which simply read: 'For you.'

Then suddenly out of nowhere you hear muffled protests coming from the box