It was the week before Christmas Eve and Bernard had to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be. He had to make sure the elf's were making enough toys, that Santa double checked the naughty and nice list.. but most importantly that Curtis wasn't messing things up.

"Curtis, You're nine-hundred years old! Grow up!!.." he yelled while angrily following Curtis. Even though Curtis was a rule follower, he wasn't very bright.