This is the story of how Rainbow Panda saved Christmas.

One time.

The old ones slept in their cuddly wubby holes, and sang long songs depicting elvish impersonators.

Meanwhile, Slinky Dinky, the Suidae coppulator, was busy working in his shop, crafting fine twisty dorks. "What hath thou done with the fithy pyes, meh Slinky?" bungled the frumpy bank urchin as he stammered forth dangerously close to the dorksmythe.

"AAAaaaayyeeeeep krrblrptyh!" angled Slinky, bothering his grumpy cud from the chair, "You have comen at the bad times ye buttered knob!". He continued warringly "The pyes have been GOT! But worse yet, a steele man came to them and forced the warning upon them." he said, his voice getting mauve and dirt-like. "Whoever shall come to find the pyes will surely meet a wonderful accountant!" Slinky finished, hanging on any reaction from the urchin.

"Than be true, my will, for they pyes are my heritidges, and must not be got by they, so I will fly therein to save them, ne matter what the balance!" the bank urchin exclaimed... "Or my name isn't the Rainbow Panda!".