Now how could I forget about Phineas? The friendliest Elf there is among the others. Remember where we left off with him last? That's right! In the Snowy Tundra biome, observing young Thomas and Aurora having a snowball fight.
Well where we continue his story, is him walking back to his ride back to the North Pole. Not just any ride. No it wasn't a bird, nor a fluffy baby polar bear. What do you think it is? Ahh, I thought you'd say that. But I hate to burst your bubbles. His ride was a tiny sled that was personally handcrafted by Santa just for him. His sleigh was led by tree-crawling furry creatures. Two of them to be more precise.
After reporting back to Santa on what the young blockheads were up to, and after seeing Santa's sleigh swoosh by overhead, it was time to go back to the North Pole and have a delicious cup of hot chocolate. Mm, doesn't that sound good right about now? I sure think so.
"Ahh, another year almost over, and another year to prepare for," Phineas said as he skipped through the shallow snow delightfully.
The two curious squirrels were sniffing all around. What were they so curious about? Phineas' sled was parked behind a tall and wide oak tree. As he approached his tiny sled, he heard faint growling sounds coming from above. Curious to know what was growling, he glanced up and all around him. He turned his head to the right. When he did that, he saw another small sleigh coming in for a landing.
Unable to identify exactly what it was, Phineas examined the sleigh as it got lower and lower to the ground. Once the sleigh landed, Phineas figured out what the growling sounds were. It was the wild wolves attached to the front of the black painted sleigh. Once the sleigh came to a stop, three tiny elves leaped out of it and onto the ground. One of them was holding a small glass device in his hand. It was glowing.
"Now that we have the sleigh's magic, Santa won't be able to deliver all of his gifts," Scooter stated, "as of this very moment, we have ruined Christmas. No more caroling. No more decorations, and no more Santa."
"What are we going to do with all of this magic?" Earl questioned.
Scooter was examining the small magic-stealing device in his hand. Scooter personally thought that stealing Santa's sleigh magic seemed a bit too easy. But that fact didn't matter. With all of the magic now in his hands, the possibilities were endless. Although, Scooter already knew what he would use the magic for...to destroy the North Pole. Too ambitious? Absolutely.
Once Phineas recognized who they were, he quickly hid behind the closest oak tree to him. He peeked his head out from behind the tree, focusing on three Dark Elves. As they continued to chat amongst themselves, someone from behind him stood tall and quiet. It took a moment for Phineas to realize that someone was standing right behind.
When Phineas turned around, he was suddenly startled by the tall blockhead towering over him. He looked up and began examining the blockhead.
"I've never seen you around here before," Phineas said, "who are you? Where did you come from?"
The blockhead Phineas was staring up at had black shoes, blue jeans, and a sky blue t-shirt. His left arm was all black with small glowing purple spots on it. One of the blockheads eyes was all white, while the other one was purple. His appearance was truly intimidating and a little scary at the same time.
Phineas was really spooked and scared. By the looks of it, he didn't seem like a friendly type of blockhead. It was actually quite the opposite really.
"Blockheads call me EnderBrine," EnderBrine said, "rightful King of the End Dimension."
After EnderBrine had finished talking, Phineas asked another question. But before Phineas could finish asking, EnderBrine bent over and attempted to pick Phineas up off of the ground. He didn't succeed though. Instead, Phineas ran out from behind the oak tree. He was now running towards his sled.
Without thinking, he hopped onto the sled, grabbed the ropes and whipped them. After he whipped the ropes, the two white squirrels began running as fast as they could. But was it fast enough?
"James. Earl. Go after him!" EnderBrine shouted, "don't just stand there. Go!"
Scooter put the magic stealing device away into his inventory and immediately began chasing after the escapee. Phineas looked over his shoulder a lot, keeping a keen eye on the Dark Elves. The more he looked back, the closer they got.
"C'mon, c'mon," Phineas mumbled softly amongst himself, "go faster guys!"
Slowly, but surely, the two squirrels picked up speed. The only problem? The speed they were going wasn't fast enough to outrun the Dark Elves. How were they so fast at running? Phineas was not going to give up this easily.
By pulling the ropes over to his right, the squirrels turned right. Was attempting to outrun the Dark Elves a good idea? Phineas looked behind him once more. But little did he know that when he turned his head back, he saw EnderBrine standing still in front of him. Even before Phineas could react, he slammed into EnderBrine's left leg. Upon impact, his sled smashed into pieces.
Phineas was thrown off of the sled, landing head first into the snow. EnderBrine walked over to Phineas and grabbed his right leg. Phineas was dangling upside down with snow all over his face.
"Hey!" Phineas shouted, "put me down!"
As EnderBrine stood in place, James and Earl finally caught up to everyone. They were out of breath. EnderBrine shook Phineas around in the air, managing to capture their attention.
"James. Earl," EnderBrine said as he glanced down at Phineas, "meet our new recruit...Phineas."
James and Earl looked up at Phineas, smiling evilly as they did. EnderBrine wasn't going to let him go any time soon.
"You're going to help us," James said, "use the magic from Santa's sleigh to destroy the North Pole once and for all."