Hello, fellow Fanimaniacs! Merry Christmas to you and a joyous Noel! Also, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or whatever you celebrate! I hope you got everything you wished for and more!

Our story begins on this desolate street, on a dark, cold winter's night. A small, weak, fire is crackling in front of a deserted, run down orphanage, and 3 toons and one human, all children, are huddled together, trying to keep warm. The youngest girl, wearing a pink miniskirt and patched cape, shivered and coughed. The older one wrapped an arm around her and pulled the blanket tighter around the sickly toon. "Are you alright, Dot?" the girl asked softly, brushing her brown hair out of her eyes. "Yeah, I'm ok," the toon replied. "You should be worrying about yourself, Leela, you're sick too." "Dot, you're in worse shape than me-" Leela broke off, sinking into a painful coughing fit. The oldest of the bunch, wearing nothing but a pair of tan slacks and a tattered green scarf, wrapped his arms around his coughing friend and rubbed her back. "Famous last words," he quipped. "It's only happened once before, Yakko," she gasped. "Dot's been getting them for months now."

The last and middle toon known to everyone as Wakko, who was wearing a frayed turtleneck and a dirty red cap, along with an orange-brown scarf stood up. He walked over to a sled, picked it up, and threw it onto the fire. The wood crackled and popped, and Leela began wheezing slightly from the smoke. Yakko looked up, looking a little annoyed. "Hey, whadda ya want from us, we're freezing here!" he said to the audience. "Rosebud..." a man's voice said as the screen faded to black.