New Year Holiday

Rocky emerges from behind a bush and strolls over to a nearby tree. Leaning against it, he waits for his friend Daisy. Two minutes later, he hears the rustling of bushes and the girl appears.

"You're late."

"Well, it is nice to see you too on this great day."

Rocky rolls his eyes.

"You know that I do not like holidays...I especially do not like those that occur in the snow."

"But this is the holiday that we all look forward too! The other holidays are fun, but this one is best!" Daisy twirls and her pink skirt bulges. "I think that out of all our Ruin Other People's Holiday holidays, this New Year one is best."

The girl looks over to Rocky with a sweet smile, but his face remains grim.

"I prefer the Ruin Independence Day holiday, but I guess I can't choose." The boy glances down. "We better get on with our mission."

"Yes, we must."

After running through the woods for a few minutes, the boy and girl reach their assigned town. The two survey the little town that is bustling with preperations for the night's grand event. Men are positioning the fireworks; women are setting up and decorating the tables; children and dogs are running around and stealing a bite of food every once in a while.

While Daisy smiles at the running children, Rocky plans where all of the escape routes are located, where and how the most havoc can be wrecked, and where people might gather in large groups. After all of his plans are in order, the boy holds out his arm for Daisy who immediately takes it. While the pair is walking down the narrow path towards the town, a woman notices them.

"Welcome to our village! How may we help you?" The woman asks while wiping her hands on her apron.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. If it would not be too much trouble, may we stay here for a few hours?" Rocky's previous grumpy voice has dissappeared and a seemingly sincere one has taken its place.

"Of course, of course."

Twenty minutes later, Daisy is making pies in one of the kitchens. She is alone in the house for the task was entrusted solely to her. After making the delicacy exactly according to the instructions, she walks over to the cabinet and takes out a bag of salt. Walking back, she throws two cups of salt into the batter and stirs it thoroughly. Daisy pours the batter into the pans before shoving the pans into the oven. Taking the salt and exitting the house, the girl jogs over to the decorated tables that already have plates of food on them. Without feeling any pity for those who made the food, she sprinkles loads of salt onto all of the plates' contents.

While Daisy was spoiling the food, Rocky was helping with the other jobs. When the men were called into one of the houses for afternoon coffee, the boy takes his chance. He heads over to the fireworks and adjusts them so that they will fly over the crowd and explode there. Next, he unwraps the crackers from the pole to which they were attached and winds the coils between the legs of the chairs on which the people will sit.

Two hours later, when the crowd take their seats, it is almost pitch black outside. The plates of salted food are handed out by a few unsuspecting women. Everyone's mouths were watering, except for Rocky's and Daisy's, but sounds of disgust claimed the quiet night as soon as everyone started eating. Those who had cooked the food felt awful and many started to cry. After calming down the women, the men decide that it is now time to light up the fireworks and end the night with a spectacular firework display. Rocky and Daisy offer to light the fireworks and crackers, and they are immediately given the permission to do it.

"Is it going to be something that they will never forget?" Dasiy inquires as they stand behind the rows of explosives.

"I sure think so."

He hands a box of matches to the girl and she starts to light the fireworks while Rocky lights the crackers with his own box of matches. The fireworks shoots out of their holders at the same time that the crackers begin popping. The few seconds of awe are immediately replaced by chaos and confusion. The fireworks that explode in the midst of the crowd and the crackers popping at their feet caused all of the people to scream and run into their houses. Rocky and Daisy, who are watching from a nearby hill, are laughing loudly at the situation.

"This was a great holiday, wasn't it?" Daisy looks over to Rocky.

"I guess."