Smurfs. Can't live with them, can't flush 'em down the toilet ( they'd plug the line for all the future tar babies I lay). But they can serve as Ministers of Dis-Information at the North Pole. Particularly when it comes to explaining the Death of Rudolph: Smashing Through The Snow.
Give monponsett a visit. Pretty Please. Maybe then the Smurfs will leave this one trick pony alone.