The Ballad of Adler Young, Canto 2.5

>Audience: General murmuring and discussion if it's really worth it to protect Adler. Maybe, just maybe this will be the year you finally get that pet dinosaur you've always wanted.
>Rude Pumpkin: Even if they don't know where he went, they can still help you look for a clue.
>Off-Screen: "No! Don't be tempted! His Majesty took you all into his confidence and trusted you enough to share his life story! This is the highest honor any of you could ever receive! Don't betray him! Please!"
>Rude Pumpkin: "Can it! Or do you want to wear the Christmas sweater again?"
>Off-Screen: "Eek! No, it's so tacky!"
>Rude Pumpkin: Alright, you've been far nicer than you need to be. If no one's going to spill the beans, maybe someone will feel more talkative if you just start tearing pages out of this dumb, boring story about badly dressed elves. Or maybe-
>Suddenly, an ornately decorated sheet of stationary appears before the pumpkin in a puff of snowflakes.
>Rude Pumpkin: You take a moment to read it. No kidding? Well, crud. Time to pack it in. There's no point now, the Krampus got to him first. If King Stinkerson thought making toys was bad, well now he get's to find out first hand where all the coal comes from. If he's lucky anyway. He'll probably survive, maybe you'll bag him next year. As for you, it's time to blow this popsicle stand. There's a kangaroo who thinks she's a football star that you owe some payback.
>Off-Screen: "Aren't you going to let me out?"
>Rude Pumpkin: She'll be fine. Maybe someone will let her out next week. "Smell ya later, losers."