How Super Stole Christmas - 1966 Version!

This is a parody of the 1966 version of How The Grinch Stole Christmas, this is all a joke. I don't mean to offend anyone, so take this with a grain of salt."Let's start!"That night Super was frowning a frown, as he sneered at the wiki on his campus at Waterloo.

Nobody knew why he was so ruthless, probably because his tuition to Waterloo was useless.

Or maybe because he was just feeling cranky, or possibly because his suit was all "stanky".

So we think the best reason must be, was because he had a massive bigotry.

Whatever the reason though, as he stood with his suit, he hated the wiki users below.

He snarled and frowned, "those wiki users think they're superior!"

"They'll all be hating, calling me a criminal, but things would start to change if they felt like me!"

Now, Super's frown turned into a smile, his ingenious plan was too challenging to comprehend.

"I know what to do," he started professing, I'll teach those wiki users a lesson!

So he took some code and an old template, with all his hate.

Next, he started to use some stolen code, as he started to roll in his dough, with the money he stole.

It took 24 hours, he needed a driver, somebody mean, then he took his alt Cintelligence who was lacking intelligence.

Then both of the villains sneaked out into the night.

"Watch this", Super told as he began to cackle, he bursted into a cloud, dropping down alts.

The alts dripped into the users houses, which Super knew -- as he doxxed them.

Into the chimneys, the alts flew, going in the house, just knowing what to do.

Each alt found some code, took the templates and took the CSS, how woeful.

It wasn't for Super, cackling out loud, like the scumbag he was.

12 hours went by, as he ran away, running as fast as he could, which was extremely slow, we might add.

They carried each code, outta the house and went to the machine.

CRUNCH, CRUNCH! went the robot, as each template turned into rubble!

But, in one little house, on one little street, one alt heard the tiptoes of two little feet.

One alt, did it see, a user, no older than 3. "Hey Mr. Alt, Hey! Why Are You Talking My Template Away?" With awful capitalization, the alt cringed.

But do you know what the awful alt said? He lied and said a lie to the kid!

"Your template is broken, it has errors and needs fixes, I'll clean it up as a brand new template!"

And the kid believed what the alt had said, he gave him some Nitro and shoved him away.

At last, when the kid was sleeping and dreaming, the nasty old alt went on with its stealing.

He carried out the template, right out of the door and it was crushed, as the alt took more.

The snatching of the templates went on through the night, into the dawn of mornings first light.

Once every template was crushed by Cintelligence, the wiki users awoke and cried as the morning sun rose.

"Our templates are gone! We've got to go edit! We do not like this! Oh no, we do 'notty!'"

But then the users came to a realization and said to themselves.

"Do edits really matter? Do they really?"

They all left to their houses, satisfied at the last -- except P-Dog, who was crying at last.

Super frowned as his plan failed, he decided to have another chance, the next year."The end, please tell me what you think and what I can change next time!"