A stream of sugar begins to rain from the sky, forming a pile of sugar that eventually grows so big that it engulfs the whole city and shuts down all operations for weeks as they attempt to shovel all of the sugar off the roads. They're able to clean it up eventually, but everything outdoors always feels a little sticky to the touch after that.

I wish for a very fancy hat.

the presents

You receive a gold brick with 6 years' interest. So, like 7 gold bricks. That's totally how interest works, right?

I insert a flower crown.

Movie.

Matrix.

Espeon.

Emotion.

You receive a missing pair of glasses.

I insert a bowl of cereal.

Sad face.

You receive a flying car.

I insert vortices.

to complete

You receive a dramatic, omnidirectional wind.

I insert an old license plate.

No.

Granted, here it is:



I wish for really bad puns.

Christmas! So