Title: Twas the Night Before Christmas -
SWAT Kat Style
Author: Kristen Sharpe
Date: December 11, 1997
--To the Fanfiction.net crowd: Yet another oldie reposted. Short and silly, but somewhat cute.
Thanks to Chaille for helping me sort out the rhymes!
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Twas the night before Christmas...
And all through the yard
not a creature was stirring. Well, Chance was snoring pretty hard.
The SWAT Kats were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of tunafish danced in their heads.
Chance in his boxers and Jake in his cap
had just left the TV for their long winter's katnap.
When from outside there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
They raced to the window and threw it wide,
shivering as cold night air billowed inside.
And what to their wondering eyes did appear
but a sleigh pulled by a creature that was no reindeer.
On great dragon wings the fearful beast did soar
as the driver arose at the top of his voice to roar,
"On to MegaKat City, my wondrous pet!"
"It and Callista shall be mine yet!"
"Not on your life!" Chance yelled to the skies
as he and Jake raced to don their disquise.
The TurboKat's engines roared to life with a flash
as into the night the SWAT Kats did dash.
The PastMaster held Manx and Callie at City Hall,
where he was planning MegaKat City's fall.
Manx cringed in his chair, holding his overstuffed belly
that shook when he cowered like a bowlful of jelly.
The PastMaster turned to Callie, who stood by glaring,
wondering how the SWAT Kats were faring.
"My dear Callista, nothing to say?"
Callie held her tongue as she'd tired of being cliche.
Then, from the blue, the TurboKat shot into sight.
Callie sighed with relief; now all was set right.
Razor's well-aimed spider missile flew to its mark.
The PastMaster was gift-wrapped before an order he could bark.
The Enforcers arrived, as usual, late.
Still in time to deliver the dragon his fate.
He was snoring soundly after a tranq dart or fifty.
They kept him for study, which Doc Conway thought nifty.
Meanwhile, Callie caught our heroes under mistletoe.
Seconds later, each was sure he'd not again mind the snow.
As katizens watched the TurboKat fly out of sight
they could hear the SWAT Kats yelling, "Merry Christmas, to all!
And to all, a good night!"
SWAT Kat Style
Author: Kristen Sharpe
Date: December 11, 1997
--To the Fanfiction.net crowd: Yet another oldie reposted. Short and silly, but somewhat cute.
Thanks to Chaille for helping me sort out the rhymes!
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Twas the night before Christmas...
And all through the yard
not a creature was stirring. Well, Chance was snoring pretty hard.
The SWAT Kats were nestled all snug in their beds
while visions of tunafish danced in their heads.
Chance in his boxers and Jake in his cap
had just left the TV for their long winter's katnap.
When from outside there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
They raced to the window and threw it wide,
shivering as cold night air billowed inside.
And what to their wondering eyes did appear
but a sleigh pulled by a creature that was no reindeer.
On great dragon wings the fearful beast did soar
as the driver arose at the top of his voice to roar,
"On to MegaKat City, my wondrous pet!"
"It and Callista shall be mine yet!"
"Not on your life!" Chance yelled to the skies
as he and Jake raced to don their disquise.
The TurboKat's engines roared to life with a flash
as into the night the SWAT Kats did dash.
The PastMaster held Manx and Callie at City Hall,
where he was planning MegaKat City's fall.
Manx cringed in his chair, holding his overstuffed belly
that shook when he cowered like a bowlful of jelly.
The PastMaster turned to Callie, who stood by glaring,
wondering how the SWAT Kats were faring.
"My dear Callista, nothing to say?"
Callie held her tongue as she'd tired of being cliche.
Then, from the blue, the TurboKat shot into sight.
Callie sighed with relief; now all was set right.
Razor's well-aimed spider missile flew to its mark.
The PastMaster was gift-wrapped before an order he could bark.
The Enforcers arrived, as usual, late.
Still in time to deliver the dragon his fate.
He was snoring soundly after a tranq dart or fifty.
They kept him for study, which Doc Conway thought nifty.
Meanwhile, Callie caught our heroes under mistletoe.
Seconds later, each was sure he'd not again mind the snow.
As katizens watched the TurboKat fly out of sight
they could hear the SWAT Kats yelling, "Merry Christmas, to all!
And to all, a good night!"