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The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud (Holiday Special): Race & Cookie (sort of) Save Christmas
The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud (Holiday Special): Race & Cookie (sort of) Save Christmas
The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud (Holiday Special): Race & Cookie (sort of) Save Christmas
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When Santa goes missing, the elves of the North Pole know there's only one team out there that can find him... but Project Perfect isn't answering the phone, so instead they call Race and Cookie McCloud! Can the only two employees of McCloud & McCloud Investigations find Santa Clause and get him back to the North Pole in time to save Christmas?

Don't bet on it.

An all-new novella starring Race & Cookie McCloud: Private Eyes! (Takes place after the events of The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud: Volume 1.)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTom Hoefner
Release dateDec 19, 2016
ISBN9781370404803
The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud (Holiday Special): Race & Cookie (sort of) Save Christmas
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Tom Hoefner

"Vell, Tom's just zis guy, you know?" - Gag Halfrunt, Brain Care Specialist

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    The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud (Holiday Special) - Tom Hoefner

    The Unlikely Adventures of Race & Cookie McCloud

    Holiday Special: Race & Cookie (sort of) Save Christmas

    By Tom Hoefner

    Cover Art by Kev Gillespie

    Text copyright © Tom Hoefner 2016

    All Rights Reserved

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1: Elf Off the Shelf

    Chapter 2: An Escaped Clause

    Chapter 3: Ponies Are Delicious

    Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4: I Declare a Christmas War

    Chapter 5: Just Send Cash (Tens & Twenties)

    About the Author

    For all the back-up Santa Clauses out there, doing Santa’s work year in and year out for people they love and people they don’t even know.

    Chapter 1: Elf Off the Shelf

    "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire... Jack Frost nipping at your nose... Yuletide thongs being burnt in a tire... and elk dressed up like dominoes....

    Why, hello! I didn't see you there! I do so love Christmas carols, but I can never remember the words. So this time I wrote a few down, from memory. Admittedly, that one isn't one of my favorites. It's silly.

    But why am I in the Christmas mood, you ask? Well, it has everything to do with Race and Cookie McCloud's latest case. It has been a few event-filled months since their initial partnering, and tonight they find themselves visited by a peculiar new client who has offered them a peculiar new case, a mysterious case, but a case that, as you will soon see, would rouse all but the most jaded of us with the festive holiday spirit.

    As it turns out, Cookie McCloud IS the most jaded of us. In spite of this new client of McCloud & McCloud Investigations she is neither festive nor spirited. Discuss!

    Good King William Pence in town, on the beast of Steven... eating grapes and selling figs...

    I should probably look some of these lyrics up."

    *

    Race McCloud held on tightly to the side of the little red sleigh as it hurtled through the night sky. In the cold blue water below ice floes were starting to drift into view, a clear indication that they were heading further and further north. Are you sure this is safe? he yelled to their driver for about the forty-second time.

    The little man in the green pointed hat, the one who had introduced himself back in the offices of McCloud & McCloud Investigations as ‘Yule’ while barely being able to look over Race’s desk, glanced back over his shoulder at Race, keeping his hand on the reins and one eye on the pair of flying reindeer pulling the sleigh through the air. I told you, detective! he answered against the wind, his high-pitched voice cutting through to the back seat. The magic of the sleigh will keep you in your seat!

    The iron runner attached to the bottom of the sleigh brushed against a puffy cloud, one of the few scattered on this otherwise crystalline night, spraying white cumulus in every direction and causing the sleigh to buck up a few feet, bumping Race off of the cushioned bench. I don’t feel like it’s keeping me in my seat! he called up front again.

    Would you calm down already, Uncle Race? Cookie sat beside to him, her legs crossed at the ankles and her feet swinging back and forth underneath the bench, her gloved hands resting casually on the seat next to her. This is probably the safest and fastest form of travel in the world. Nobody falls out of one of Santa’s sleighs, not even one of these smaller back-up ones. Well, almost no one falls out, she amended. Strange things happen to the naughty-listers sometimes. Race nodded and checked his head for his hat. It was still there, which was magical in and of itself considering the speed at which they were traveling. Cookie continued: You won’t fall out, you won’t feel the cold or the wind, and time slows down… well, actually, it speeds up. It’s hard to explain. Quantum mechanics. Hey! The elf up front turned back to them. How much longer until we hit the Pole?

    Just a few minutes more! Yule called back in a voice like tinkling bells.

    A few minutes? Race asked, almost shouting to be heard. But we just left! How could it be… He stopped, though, and looked around. It was snowing now, but this wasn't normal snow. Snow flakes from one to six inches in diameter, a rare few almost a foot wide, fell slowly around them, twisting and pirouetting gracefully in the wind. Race dared a peek over the edge of the sleigh and saw that they were now zipping over a landscape of snowy peaks and valleys and beautiful frozen lakes and evergreen forests; many of the trees slipping quietly past them were decorated with brightly colored lights and fancy baubles and ornaments. I don’t understand! Race said, looking back to Cookie with eyes wide as the snowflakes falling past them. We just left Westside City!

    Cookie shook her head. Magic. You can’t explain it, but there it is. She scowled. You have no idea how much I hate magic.

    Race nodded. Yeah, I do. You've said. Besides, I'd totally I’d peg you for a magic hater. But it’s keeping us in the air right now, so…

    … so I won’t say it too loudly. I got it, don’t worry.

    The sleigh descended quickly as the pair of reindeer up front dove through the swirling snow. Race squinted into the wind and whipping white flakes: the trees of

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