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The Elves at Instant Sign Factory
Every December, Santa faces the same crisis: the North Pole’s ancient printers simply cannot keep up. Too many toy tags, too many sleigh-safety signs, too many “DO NOT DRINK ALL THE HOT COCOA” posters scattered around the workshop.
The final straw came during the infamous Great Label Jam of ’09, when a mountain of gift labels clogged the rollers so badly an entire team of elves had to rappel into the machine with tiny headlamps. After the chaos settled (and after all the cocoa bribes), Santa called an emergency meeting.
The elves gathered, Santa cleared his throat, and in a booming voice he declared:
“We’re sending a team to Instant Sign Factory.”
Gasps echoed through the halls.
A few elves fainted onto piles of gift wrap.
One elf screamed, “THE HUMANS!?!”
Another packed five candy canes and a scarf, ready within seconds.
Instant Sign Factory was legendary among elves — a place where mortals operated enormous magical machines capable of printing faster than a reindeer on espresso. Rumor had it their equipment could spit out banners bigger than Santa’s sleigh, and that their staff stayed calm even when customers wanted ten rush orders “by noon.”
So Santa chose his bravest (and most easily distracted) crew and sent them south to Spokane.
Concept by Instant Sign Factory. Built with ChatGPT. Jett’s voice blended with Murf AI. Music powered by Suno AI.”
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By jettneonEvery December, Santa faces the same crisis: the North Pole’s ancient printers simply cannot keep up. Too many toy tags, too many sleigh-safety signs, too many “DO NOT DRINK ALL THE HOT COCOA” posters scattered around the workshop.
The final straw came during the infamous Great Label Jam of ’09, when a mountain of gift labels clogged the rollers so badly an entire team of elves had to rappel into the machine with tiny headlamps. After the chaos settled (and after all the cocoa bribes), Santa called an emergency meeting.
The elves gathered, Santa cleared his throat, and in a booming voice he declared:
“We’re sending a team to Instant Sign Factory.”
Gasps echoed through the halls.
A few elves fainted onto piles of gift wrap.
One elf screamed, “THE HUMANS!?!”
Another packed five candy canes and a scarf, ready within seconds.
Instant Sign Factory was legendary among elves — a place where mortals operated enormous magical machines capable of printing faster than a reindeer on espresso. Rumor had it their equipment could spit out banners bigger than Santa’s sleigh, and that their staff stayed calm even when customers wanted ten rush orders “by noon.”
So Santa chose his bravest (and most easily distracted) crew and sent them south to Spokane.
Concept by Instant Sign Factory. Built with ChatGPT. Jett’s voice blended with Murf AI. Music powered by Suno AI.”