- "Where is Mister Santa? Where. Is. It?"
A large fist hit the principal's desk, and he gave them a stare so intense, that the three boys instantly huddled together, hands firm by their sides.
- "The … what?"
- "Sir, I don't think we quite understand what you mean."
- "We didn't steal it."
Another loud "thud" followed as the man got up from his chair, sighing in irritation.
- "The Santa cardboard cut out."
Jack, the guy with luscious blonde locks atop of his head, gave out a small, almost inaudible "ahh" as if he finally recalled what it was, but, alas, he really didn't. The principal started cutting circles around the office, folding his arms behind his back.
- "As you may know, our school has an annual tradition of installing a Santa statue in the main hall. It is the centrepiece of our own winter wonderland, a figure that brings joy and laughter to the students and teachers alike. Some of your peers even rub its nose for good luck."
He stopped near the window, briefly leaning in and then closing the curtain with a singular swift motion, before facing the suspects again.
- "We call him Mister Santa… And this year he went missing a day after we put him in his respective place. That is unheard of."
A quiet snicker echoed through the room, as the boys gave each other confused looks. The principal took that as a sign of blatant disrespect and hissed at the poor little Steve, who just happened to be standing closer than the other two.
- "Oh, what is so funny, Mister Olsen? Was this your plan to ruin everyone's festive mood all along? To steal the Christmas spirit from our beloved high school?"
- "No, no, no! I… I didn't do it."
- "Then what did you do?"
- "I-I was…"
Before the youngest of the Olsen trio couldn't even process it, one of his brothers cut him off.
- "He snatched the cinnamon buns from the canteen, sir."
- "Aha, I knew it, just knew it! You are nothing short of trouble! What else?"
- "He ate all of them and felt very sorry."
- "What?! I-I don't-..."
- "Also, I wrote "Mister Sovka sucks ass" in the boys' restroom with a permanent marker."
- "Seriously!"
- "And I… I have to confess, I broke all brooms at school and stuffed them into Maki's locker."
- "That is unacceptable!"
The face of the principal is getting redder and redder, his expression even more poisonous than ever before, but the two keep going for reasons unknown to their smaller sibling, who is just standing there, helplessly looking around, while scratching his head.
- "Oh and I recall switching up the room numbers on some of the doors."
- "Yah, you totally did that, Jeff. I helped you back there. We also fought with a few soviet exchange students. Nothing like serving the nation."
- "Yeah, what a fond memory, Jack. I remember like it was yesterday."
- "Because it WAS yesterday."
- "H-how? W-what?"
- "Also it was me who caused the economic crisis…"
Mister Sovka's roaring voice put an end to this barrage of nonsense.
- "Enough! Where is the goddamn Santa cardboard? The one that brings joy to the students and teachers alike?"
There’s a brief moment of silence. Jack adjusts his royal blue letterman jacket and gives the principal a kind of a bold glance along with a shrug.
- "No idea."
- "No idea? What the fuck do you mean, "no idea"?"
Jack, Jeff and Steve exchange looks yet again. This time around, Jeff speaks up, staring directly into the principal's eyes.
- "We don't know."
- "You don't know?!"
- "No, we don't."
The old man rests a palm on his forehead with a defeated expression painted all over his face. Jack's lips curl up into a slight smile as he is kept away from bursting out laughing by sheer willpower.
- "I want to see your parents. We are going to have a nice…"
The principal's voice broke for a moment and he coughed into the back of his hand.
- "... Khem, a nice little conversation. About all of this."
- "Okay, mister principal. Can we go now?"
He waved them away, coughing some more and the three instantly set off.
- "Why did you two… Did you...?"
Steve raised an eyebrow at the two of his brothers, who were hollering with laughter ever since they left the principal's office. Jeff patted him on the shoulder while trying to collect himself.
- "It's, haha, well… Na-ah."
The smaller boy furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his shoes, trying to piece everything together. The blonde one leaned in, putting an arm on his back as well.
- "Do you honestly think he would believe us?"
- "I don't know. But I know - I didn't eat those buns!"
- "Oh, of course, you didn't."
- "Then why would you say something like that?!"
- "He wouldn't believe that. I mean, that you did nothing wrong. At all."
Jeff took out a cinnamon bun out of his bag.
- "Yeah. He has some sort of vendetta against our family. Y'know, he thinks that we are all sorts of evil. Like, whenever something happens at school… He is just like, "It's those damned Olsens again!" And we have to say something, he doesn't care what. Still calls mom and dad."
- "Uhuh…"
- "He doesn't even know you that well yet still it has to be all three of us, y'see? We are facing some serious discrimination here."
- "That sucks. Why blame everything on us when-…!"
Steve's gaze suddenly drops, peering at the pastry that his brother holds in his hands. Jeff extends a hand with the roll in it.
- "Yeah, that's what I am sayin'. You want some?"
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