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Henry was very distressed.  Where had he put his reindeer Christmas sweater?  He was perplexed.  It as his favorite sweater, complete with many sparkles and ribbons and had a large snowman on the chest.  He loved Christmas, it was his favorite holiday of them all.  He loved all the gifts and the time with which to show her love.  "Thank you!" the little girl said excitedly, "I love presents!  Can you show me how to do that?"  "I don't even know myself," shouted the blue elf.  Just then, everyone got bored and decided to take a nap.   Time passed.  Several minutes later, he awoke a loud scream from outside.  Mrs. Duemder was being murdered!  Tinky the Clown was gagging her with his clown nose.  "Stop that, you dumb clown!" she yelled.  The clown let her go and took back his nose.  "Good," he said, "Your breath sure stinks!  What did you eat?  A skunk?  Time to brush your teeth," mother said.  "You are such a naughty boy, full of naughtiness, like, I mean totally naughty, through and through.  Out of all the naughty boys in the mid-'90s, he was the naughtiest.  Santa decided that he would leave a big lump of coal in his stocking this year.  "That will really teach this punk a lesson," he thought to himself.  He poked him in the eyes and kicked him in the shins and even gave him a wet willie wedgie.  He then pulled his hair and when he was done, he put a "kick me" sign on his back.