In New York, there was the man called Prince Pyjamarama Scrooge and he used to have a business partner called Jafar, but he died for seven years. It was Christmas eve, but Pyjamarama یا Scrooge آپ might call him, hated Christmas. “Bah Humbug!” Snarld Pyjamarama. In Texas Pete’s hideout, there was the greatest superhero of all time, Superbulk with his best friend, Skeleton. Now that Texas Pete was in jail, Bulk and Skeleton could do anything they wanted. They could watch tv, read books, go to the restaurants, watch dvds, go on the internet, save people from dangers and everything. “What do آپ want to do on Christmas eve, Bulk?” Asked Skeleton. “Let’s go to work because I’ve never been to work before, Skeleton.” کہا Bulk. “Good idea.” کہا Skeleton. Meanwhile, back in the streets of New York, Pyjamarama was walking to work when suddenly the monkey came. “Hey!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “What are آپ doing to my hat? Give it back right now!” And the monkey did. “That annoying fool!” کہا Pyjamarama. “Anyway, I’ve got to go to work. This is my work. Oh, and there’s my old partner, Jafar. I remember the دن when he worked with me. And together, we were the best evil villains ever.” Pyjamarama opened the door and he met Bulk and Skeleton. “Who are آپ two men?” Asked Pyjamarama. “My name is Bulk,” کہا Bulk, “Superbulk آپ might call me, and this is my best friend, Skeleton.” “Pleased to meet you, your highness.” کہا Skeleton feeling nervous. “What?” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Skelingtons can’t talk! Anyway, my name is Prince Pyjamarama,” کہا Pyjamarama, “Scrooge آپ might call me, and I used to have a helper, Mufti, but he ran from Punjara and was never seen again so I came to your city from there.” “Where’s Punjara?” Asked Bulk. “Punjara is in India, our مقبول country.” Answeared Pyjamarama. “Anyway, both of آپ should get on with your work.” “I don’t like doing work because I’m a skelington.” کہا Skeleton. “Would آپ mind if I have a rest, Bulk?” “No, Skeleton. Not at all.” کہا Bulk. “Go ahead.” So Pyjamarama liked to have bags of money. He liked to count money and dollars. There was a knock on the door. Bulk opened the door. It was Pyjamarama’s nephew, Prince Rajeesh. “Merry Christmas, Uncle!” کہا Rajeesh excitedly. “Bah Humbug!” کہا Pyjamarama. “I hate Christmas. I’ll tell آپ what Christmas is. Christmas is rubbish! آپ grasp everything on Christmas eve! Christmas should be boiled in its own pudding!” “Uncle, don’t say nasty things about Christmas.” کہا Rajeesh. “Christmas is my favourite time of the year. آپ could come and see my friends. There are classic american dishes and deserts. Come and have some tomorrow.” “Why do آپ want me to try some, Rajeesh?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’ll tell آپ why.” کہا Rajeesh, “Because they’re the best american foods ever so I wish آپ a merrry christmas and a happy new year.” “Merry Christmas, Rajeesh!” کہا Bulk. “Merry Christmas, Bulk.” کہا Rajeesh. There was another knock on the door. Bulk opened the door again. It was Superted and Spotty. “Well,” کہا Superted, “if it isn’t our best hero, Superbulk. Merry Christmas, Bulk!” “Merry Christmas, Superted and Spotty!” کہا Bulk. “I know who.” کہا Pyjamarama. “It’s Superted and Spotty again. What do آپ want?” “We want آپ to give us money یا you’ll be arrested because we giving money to the poor.” کہا Superted. “What?” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Yes, That’s right, Pyjamarama!” کہا Spotty. “We’re going to give money to the poor!” “No!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Along time ago, when آپ came to Punjara, آپ rescued my nephew, Rajeesh and آپ stopped me. Get out now! “But Pyjamarama,….” کہا Superted and Spotty angrily. “I کہا now!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now, Now!” And he pushed Superted and Spotty out of this door. Superted and Spotty sliped. It was 5 o clock and Bulk and Skeleton were about to go home. “Do آپ think آپ can give us a دن off? Asked Bulk. “It’s Christmas دن tomorrow.” “Of course آپ can, Bulk.” کہا Pyjamarama. “But be back the اگلے day.” “Oh thank آپ Pyjamarama. And a merry christmas to you!” کہا Bulk. So he and Skeleton went out of this door and they walked home. Just before going home, he met a young woman. “Hello.” کہا Bulk. “What’s your name?” “My name is Linda.” کہا a young woman. “And آپ must be a superhero.” “I certainly am, my love. My name is Superbulk, but call me Bulk for short.” کہا Bulk. “Would آپ like to come to our hideout? Oh, and this is my best friend, Skeleton.” “Pleased to meet you, Linda.” کہا Skeleton. “Pleased to meet آپ too, Skeleton.” کہا Linda. “Of course I would, my superhero.” “Whenever villains kidnap you, I’ll save آپ from them.” کہا Bulk. “Thank you, Bulk.” کہا Linda. “You’ll always be my best superhero ever.” Meanwhile, Pyjamarama was walking home. There was his house. He went straight to his door. He was just about to open his door when suddenly Jafar on the door handle came to life. “Jafar?” Whispered Pyjamarama. “Hahahahaa!” Laughed Jafar evilly. But now Jafar on the door handle didn’t make another اقدام so Pyjamarama opened the door. He went straight upstairs. Then he ate his mango. When he finished his mango, there were bells ringing. The آگ کے, آگ went slowly down. Then,….. Up pop Jafar! “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “In life, I was your partner, Jafar.” کہا Jafar. “I died in the lava for seven years and now I’m chained up.” “I know you,” کہا Pyjamarama, “but آپ shouldn’t’ve been back from your death. Why have آپ come to me?” “Because I’m warning آپ to change his ways, Pyjamarama.” کہا Jafar. “Tonight, آپ will meet 3 ghosts of villains. Listen to them. Do what they say. Goodbye, Pyjamarama.” But Pyjamarama accidently fell on Jafar’s lamp and it flew to the fire. “My lamp! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” Screamed Jafar, and disappeared into the fire. Now it was time for بستر for Pyjamarama. “Bah Humbug!” کہا Pyjamarama quietly. He fell asleep. There was the first ghost of the villains. Pyjamarama woke up. “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’m Maleficent, the Ghost of Christmas Past.” کہا The first ghost of the villains. “Where do آپ want to take me?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’m taking آپ to your past.” Answered Maleficent. So she held Pyjamarama’s hand and they flew. When they got to his past, Pyjamarama spotted his old school. “I used to go to this school when I was an indian school boy.” کہا Pyjamarama. “I used to live in this country, India. This indian city is Punjara.” “Come.” کہا Maleficent. “We must go inside and see آپ as a little boy.” Young Pyjamarama was writing papers and when he grew as a 12 سال old boy, he read books. “Good morning, Pyjamarama!” کہا Pyjamarama’s indian teacher. “You can eat any of the indian meals and deserts at Christmas.” “Oh, I used to love indian meals and deserts. They were the best.” کہا Pyjamarama. “Silent!” Shouted Maleficent. “There’s مزید to see!” Maleficent took Pyjamarama to see Mowgli. I’m not talking about a young boy called Mowgli. I’m talikng about the adult called Mowgli. Mowgli went to Teenage Pyjamarama. “No مزید work today!” کہا Mowgli. “It’s Christmas!” Teenage Pyjamarama had a dance with the other indian teenagers. Then he met a young indian woman, Parsi. “Pyjamarama.” کہا Parsi. “Yes, Parsi?” کہا Pyjamarama. “You’re very handsome.” Sais Parsi. “Thank you, Parsi.” کہا Pyjamarama. But in ten years time, he had become a villain. “Listen to me, Pyjamarama.” کہا Parsi. “I loved آپ and we have no money.” “Be quiet, my dear!” Shouted Pyjamarama. “You’d better go now!” Poor Parsi. She was crying and walked away. “I can’t see my memories anymore.” کہا Pyjamarama. “Take me home.” “Remember.” کہا Maleficent. “You should have your memories yourself.” Pyjamarama was in بستر again. Next, he met the سیکنڈ ghost of the villains. “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “The name’s Hades, the Ghost of Christmas Present. Hi. How are آپ doing?” کہا The سیکنڈ ghost of the villains. “What are these foods?” Asked Pyjamarama. “Hey, there are mince pies, turkey, christmas کھیر, پکوڑی and many others.” Answeared Hades. “Where are آپ taking me?” Asked Pyjamarama. “We’re gonna see the streets of New York AND I WANT آپ TO SEE SUPERBULK’S HIDEOUT!” Shouted Hades. “There’s no need to shout so loud, Hades.” کہا Pyjamarama crossily. Hades and Pyjamarama were walking down the streets of New York. All the people were enjoying Christmas. “YES! HADES RULES! CHRISTMASLICIOUS!” Shouted Hades excitedly. “Here we are, Pyjamarama. There’s Bulk’s hideout. We gotta go in.” “Why, Skeleton is on his own.” کہا Pyjamarama. Skeleton was making Bulk and Linda cheese burgers. Meanwhile, Bulk was saying, “I’ll say my magic word, Spotty!” He said. So he کہا his secret magic word and flew to rescue Linda from the giant monster. Linda was finally saved. “Thanks, Superbulk!” کہا Linda. “You’re my hero!” “Oh, it was nothing, Linda.” کہا Superbulk. “Come on. Let’s go ہوم and have Skeleton’s cheeseburgers.” Skeleton’s cheeseburgers were finally ready. The 3 دوستوں sat down to eat their cheeseburgers. “We should thank Pyjamarama and we’re in love.” کہا Linda. So she and Bulk kissed eachother and the couple danced together. What a beautiful romance! “What will happen to Linda?” Asked Pyjamarama. “IF YOU’RE ASKING YOUR STUPID QUESTION, I DON’T KNOW!” Shouted Hades and disappeared. اگلے Pyjamarama met the last ghost of the villains. “Who are you?” Asked Pyjamarama. “I’m Sykes, the Ghost of Christmas Future.” کہا The last ghost of the villains. “Is there any future?” Asked Pyjamarama. “There is, Mr. Pyjamarama.” Answeared Sykes. “The people will be talking about the funeral.” “We’ll go to the cheap funeral.” کہا the leader of the coppers. “Well,” Replied The coastguard, “I’m not so sure we’ll go.” Sykes took Pyjamarama to Bulk’s hideout. “I live in New York like you.” کہا Sykes. “Let’s go inside.” Inside Bulk’s hideout, Bulk was crying. “I didn’t want my girlfriend to die.” Sobbed Bulk. “But she did.” “There, There, Bulk.” کہا Skeleton. “It can’t be helped. I’m sad about your girlfriend’s death too.” “I know it can’t.” Sobbed Bulk. And he and Skeleton were both crying. Sykes took Pyjamarama to the graves. “Oh this grave,” کہا Sykes, “see your name.” Pyjamarama rubbed off the dust and saw his own death. “Sykes!” Sobbed Pyjamarama. “I can’t die! I don’t want to die! This isn’t a future that I should die! I’ll change!” “Keep your mouth shut!” Roared Sykes. “Consider that آپ should die now!” “I’m back into my room! I’m still alive!” Shouted Pyjamarama overjoyed. He opened the windows and shouted to the little boy, “What’s today?” “Today’s Christmas.” Replied the little boy. “Christmas isn’t over!” کہا Pyjamarama excitedly. So he ran downstairs and gave lots of cashes to Superted and Spotty. “Ah, thank you, Pyjamarama!” کہا Superted happily. “And a merry christmas to you!” کہا Spotty. Pyjamarama went to Rajeesh. “Hey, Rajeesh!” Shouted Pyjamarama excitedly. “Merry Christmas! I’ll try any of the american dishes and deserts, and classic american drinks too!” “Oh thank you, Uncle, and a Merry Christmas to you!” کہا Rajeesh happily. Lastily, he went to Bulk’s hideout and guess what! Linda was still alive! She didn’t die after all. “Merry Christmas, Pyjamarama!” کہا Bulk. “I’m so angry.” کہا Pyjamarama. “But your highness, it’s Christmas day.” Explained Bulk. “I’m closing up my bank and overall, I’m getting away from my work. And….” Paused Pyjamarama. “And what, your highness?” Asked Skeleton. “I’m giving آپ a partner.” Finished Pyjamarama. “A Partner?” کہا Bulk excitedly. “Ah, thanks, Pyjamarama. You’re so kind.” “Merry Christmas, Superbulk!” کہا Pyjamarama. “And god blesses everyone!” کہا Linda. And Pyjamarama and Skeleton sat to watch tv and Bulk and Linda fell in love together.
The End!
The End!