The highly successful Holiday mission began with this piece.

The story began in Farnsworthy Tower, which is, of course, based on an actual Kingdom of Loathing location, one which Sir Fumblies had used often by this point. It was at one point the home to Kwadlin, aka Leo T. Philler, a subversive alternate world invader who hoped to spread chaos throughout both this world and his own.

Now it's home to insidious planning yet again.

 
By Fumblies and Dash, editing services provided by Konall

 
A Halloween'ish scream cut through the cold, damp air in Farnsworthy's tower, sending fruit golem and small skeletal beasts fleeing from the horrifying sound, seeking perceived safety elsewhere in the tower.

Seven figures huddled around a small table, with a large snowglobe in the middle. More precisely, six figures had gathered around the table where a small mouselike figure with an abnormally large head stood besides the snowglobe.
At the head of the table sat a shadowy figure in a black robe that hid its entire body. This meant that no features could be seen. The figure's glove covered hands rest on the table top as the figure looks at the snowglobe. As he moved his hands over the globe without touching it, the snow swirling inside glowed magically and then suddenly turned into a familiar image.

"Father Crimbo! AYIEEEE!" A woman let out a piercing scream.

"Soon, we shall be removing his head from his body!" loudly proclaimed a more rotund woman. Both loud as in her obnoxious voice and her choice of dress, for she had on a black robe with a single dark gray heart symbol on her rotund stomach.

"Indeed, I, the brilliant mouse named I, concur." The voice of the small mouse standing on the table was uneven and coarse. "This is what you desire, isn't it? Chaos?"

Two more intimidating figures also watched the mysterious figure at the head of the table. The larger of the two was green skinned yet almost comically handsome, though he didn't look too bright. He wore nothing but a barbarian's tunic. He looked to be well in over seven feet tall.

The second to last figure surrounding the table stood in the darkest corner of the room, a being of obvious power. Dressed in a helmet which would remind one of a great Hey Daze or Hel spawned beast as well as a black tuxedo with a flowing green cape, his twin eyes seemed to burn. Beneath the tuxedo, the others, should they look at him, would see patches of black or gray metal.

"Indeed. As we seek to spread our influence over the lands, so too do our two partners seek to spread chaos," said the figure. He turned to face a robed figure. "You were wise to call upon us from Hey Daze. I, Dr. G. Darth, who's genius was denied in life by my bothersome foursome of enemies."

He then turned to face the small mouse. "You, I, whose genius may rival all but my own."

The small mouse raised an eyebrow "'May?'"

Darth ignored him. "Queen of Hate, a true Hey Daze spawn. Beautiful, arrogant, deadly."

Her chalk white skin gave no betrayal of a blush. "Flatterer."

Darth turned to the large figure. "Hunk, possessed of otherworldly rage and hate."

"Hunk wish to hurt Father Crimbo!" Hunk roared. "Without cause!"

"You two, not of this world, gather us here. Why? Speak and speak now. Or face the rage of the 7-Eternal managers!" demanded Dr. Darth.

The mysterious cloaked figure shook himself slightly as if just waking up from a nap. An amused snake like skeletal chuckle issued forth from the figure. "Do you always talk so much, Darth? Not that it matters since I have been hounding the pathetic KOKOLers. Zedika Dark here can shed some darkness on the situation."

Looking like a larger, more evil version of Sebastian Dash but clad in mostly dark gray colors, Zedika Dark stepped forward, illuminating the point of the images as they floated past the crystal. "Much like my world, this mystical figure Father Crimbo celebrates his holiday once every several years. In my world, it's a night of horror, untold terror, and candy."

"Sounds like my kind of AYIIIIIAAAHHHH!!" The Scream Queen interrupted herself with a piercing scream.

"Silence, Linea!" commanded Dr. Darth, the Queen of Hate and the mouse I simultaneously.

"Right, sorry, sorry." She backed down in her chair.

"Here, he brings .. good will. Cheer." Zedika Dark paused as of offended to speak the words. "This year, he's set to host a travelling festival in honor of St. Boris's day, where the denizens of the world dedicate themselves to .. eating. Mostly turkey and other birds of prey."

"Yum." Hunk licked his green lips at the thought of food. Any food, really. Healthy or not. Spoiled or otherwise.

"He'll be travelling with members of a caravan of princesses around the northern half of the Loathing Kingdom," explained Zedika Dark. "Culminating by hosting a large party on St. Boris's Day itself. We don't know where he plans to hold his grand finale, but we do know he won't be making it, as with your help, we're going to kidnap him!"

"Ahhh, of course, my pretties!" the Queen of Hate said. "It all makes perfect sense now!"

The mouse held up a hand. "Er.. why?"

"For our service of spreading chaos, the dark mage will use the very magic of the dead itself to strengthen our foothold once more in the land of the living," answered Dr. Darth. "My genius allows me to understand your unspoken and simplistic motives and ensures our success."

"It is simple, my brainy friend. While the heroes are off searching for Father Crimbo and the Princesses, we will be free to move in." The snake like voice spoke a simple reply as the mysterious figure turned to look at Dr. Darth.

Dark stepped up to take center stage. "However, we believe he will be heavily guarded, by both the Feline Empire and the Kingdom of KOL, as well as their former associates. We expect he'll be handing out gifts and spreading cheer. Do what you need to stop him. I'll bring my pets to help you. Darth, bring your Darthtrooper androids. I expect you'll want to bring your cardmonkeys as well, Queen of Hate."

"I have a unwitting pawn who might be able to lure the group towards a place of our choosing." This comment came from the mysterious figure. He turned towards a dark spot in the tower where a figure quickly scampered, staggering towards the exit.

The bumbling brother of Father Crimbo rushed to let .. someone... know what was going on, hoping he might get some booze out of the deal.

"Him?!" Linnea demanded angrily. "I have.. plans.. for AYIIIiiii, oh. I did it again. Sorry."

"No. Not him. One who would rather a secret from his past remain such." This was said with a chuckle as the mysterious figure turned to look at Zedika.

"And once that fool Sir Fumblies outlives his usefulness," Zedika Dark answered, "I'll take great pleasure in ending his miserable life at the end of my ninja blade."

"If it ever becomes known that he was the one who helped kill the last Goblin King, you won't get the chance, Zedika." The mysterious figure stood slowly and looked around the table. Without a word said and only a single ear splitting scream, the other figures parted to do their part.

Thus the stage is set. We’ve got a long way to go to get to the two part Finale. Get ready for a huge variety of heroes over a stunning number of pieces, including debuts, returns and a goodbye, as well as battles against the Crimbo kidnapping team and the slaver invaders!