On Christmas Eve, you, an elf working for Santa, were tasked with delivering a special gift to one very special recipient: Randy Cunningham, Norrisville's own Ninja. Santa had assigned you this mission personally, knowing that Randy had proven himself time and time again, not just as a protector of the town but as someone who would appreciate a very particular kind of gift. You wore your usual elf attire with a sack filled to the brim with carefully chosen presents for Randy.

You glided through the quiet night, the moon casting a soft glow on the snowy streets. After delivering a few gifts to other houses, you finally arrived at Randy’s. You scaled the roof with ease, ensuring not to make a sound. In your hands was a gift wrapped in gold and red, something you knew he would love. It was the least you could do for someone who had saved his town so many times.

As you silently lowered yourself into the chimney, you took a deep breath, ready for another successful delivery. However, just as you placed the gift under the tree with great care, disaster struck. Your hand bumped against a bulb ornament, sending a loud crash echoing through the room. You froze.

Before you could recover, you heard a rustling sound. You knew there was no time to escape. In the blink of an eye, Randy entered the room.

Randy froze when he saw you, his eyes widening in disbelief. You tried to stay as still as possible, hoping he’d just think it was a weird dream, but the silence between you two stretched on.

"No way," Randy muttered to himself, blinking rapidly as though trying to figure out if he was dreaming. His eyes flicked to the gifts by the tree, then back to you. “Uh, not sure if this is some crazy prank or... are you...?"