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(in which Z and I have an email convo. about Christmas Eve when Tony Stark was young.)

Howard dresses like Santa and falls into the Santa Trap 5 year old Tony set
up by the tree?

Only if the trap has booze and hot (wo)men as a lure.

I think it was spring-loaded footsnare around the little table with the
cookies and brandy for Santa.

Brandy?

Ok, it was Scotch.

SLURP!

*TWANG* goes the foot trap.

TOOOOOONNNNNNNYYYYYYY!

Tony runs in to see what he's caught. SANNNTTTA!!

Let me out of here, Tony!

Daddy says you gotta 'gotiate first! I got a contract!

Tony, let me out.

Gotta sign on the line! Here's a crayon, Santta!

Howard doesn't know whether to be pissed or proud. Hold on, a plane *and* a pony?

Or a pony with wings. *Tony nods.*

Tony, I can't bring you imaginary things.

'kay. A pony, then. I can build my own plane. (Tony knows to leave
negotiating room.)

Howard sighs. Okay, that seems fair. Pass over the crayon, kid.

Tony happily passes over the red crayon.

Howard scribbles Santa Claus. Now let me out.

Tony tugs on the loose end of the rope and the loop comes undone.

*sighs* Now go to bed before your mom and dad wake up.

*Tony tugs on Santa's hand.* Gotta shake on the deal!

Howard shakes his hand. Now bed!

Gnight, Santa!

Good night, Tony.

Tony giggles and runs off to bed.

*sighs* Now he's gotta buy Tony a goddamn pony.