A close friend or loved one makes a gift of a fuzzy, oversized sweater that they say they've purchased from one of the local merchants. It's not exactly attractive looking but they seem unfortunately very proud of the purchase so you dutifully at least try it on. This proves to be a poor decision on your part as you soon realize that you're unable to remove the fuzzy monstrosity. Even worse, every word that comes out of your mouth... comes out in song! What the heck?

There's some mischievous magic afoot here but as hard as you try to tug it off or stop breaking into song, you're unable to remove the sweater for one full day and any word out of your mouth happens to have a cheerful tune to it.

Hope you didn't have any major plans for the day!

Dani received the hideous monstrosity from her Grams. In fact, everyone seemed to get one (except Drew), but hers was the worst. It was about three sizes too big, (it came down to her knees) and it had orange reindeer pulling a massive guacamole colored sleigh with a carrot top Santa. Worst, it lit up and played music. Next thing she knew, she was singing along. “Carrot Top Santa, down the Chimney Top!” She sang with a cheerful tone. Gah! Not only was the sweater made badly, it irritatingly lit up, played bad music and had really bad off-brand, off-beat sing-along magic that couldn’t even get the words right.
“That’s the spirit!” Grams said. “Now just try to get the right words and we’ll be a fladdle!” A fladdle? Oh heck no! Dani thought! She struggled to get the sweater off, but it only grew larger and no one seemed to notice! “O Carrot Top, O Carrot Top!” She started a new one. Dria piped up, “We wolves you a Merry Crockpot! We Wolves you a Merry Crockpot!” Mom chimed in, “Tidings of Comfart and $#!^!” Dani’s ears perked up, did Mom just -? Dria sang, “Mom!” At the same Dad sang, “Fi!” Grams said shrilly, “Fiona! I never! Your daughter, Dani is only seven-years-old!”
“I’m On the Tenth Day of Carrot Top, my best friend gave to me!” Dani yelled/sang. “Alright, ten, still too young – huh? What is with the ongoing Carrot Top nonsense?” “I canrot Top!” Dani sang. “Wolvesn’t be nice to takes these sweaters together!” Dria sang. Mom kept her mouth shut for fear of anymore unwanted cussing in front of her youngest daughter. Dad did not say a word in case he might too. But any time anyone tried to take the sweaters off, they just got bigger. Dani was in a sweater pile by late that afternoon and everyone gave up singing and talking, except Grams, who just complained about Drew, and how this must be his fault.
That night Dani slept in the pile of sweater singing off-brand Carrot Top songs to herself in her sleep. Her sister Dria dreamed about wolves in her tacky purple wolf sweater. Mom went to bed in physical pain, she had attempted to first cut her inappropriate sweater (yes you can only imagine the pictures on it, because I’m not going to tell you) off, then proceeded to attempt to burn the inappropriate sweater off, which only caused her to be cut, have more gas, and to be burned instead. Dad slept in the garage – no one knew what he went through. Drew hadn’t been there all week; he was at some friends for Christmas; banished by Grams for some long-forgotten crime, (at least forgotten by Dani, she had been only six). In the morning, the sweaters had turned to dust, and everything returned to normal, at least, what was considered normal. Drew was still Super Sailor Etamin. Dria was still Super Sailor Pasithee. Dani was still Chibi Sailor Leaena. But other than that, it was normal.
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