The Nikolas Smell Dance

"Mr. Scandanavia," Nikolas snarled. "Why have you come here, after so many years?"

"Why do you think?" hissed Mr. Scandanavia. He wore a blue business suit, and his face was lost in darkness. A revolver in his right hand was pointed at Nikolas.

Nikolas held his own pistol, cocked and armed. "Do you hope to end it? Our enduring vendetta? Don't think I've forgotten your tricks - your betrayals," Nikolas spat. "I'll never forget what you did to Tommy. Nor will I forgive." His finger crept toward the trigger.

The front door swung open

Both combatants twitched and moved back, giving the newcomer room while keeping their guns carefully trained on one another. Neither dared to blink.

David was shocked. Guns! A darkened living room! A complete lack of tea - at tea-time! He stopped, and thought - then he did the only thing he could do.

He began to sing.

"hey hey!

nikolas smell!

every day and night

cause of much blight,"
he sang merrily while spinning about the room.

"woo woo

hey hey

nikolas smell

it permeated

the floor

and the walls

and then

the ce--e-e-eiling," he continued, reaching Nikolas and Mr. Scandanavia, who were watching him, frozen by surprise.

"woo woo hoo

nikolas smell

rain or shine

cant get it out

with turpentine

nikolas smell," David sang as he reached out and grabbed both guns, pulling them away before the combatants could react.

And that's how David Zhang saved Kwanzaa!

P.S.: The Nikolas Smell is entirely a rhetorical device, and bears no correspondence to any smell, past or present, of the actual Nicholas.