. . . a community of elves held a potluck in an old stone church.
All was merry as the congregants feasted on muscadine grapes and roasted piglets, also known as "come together" pork. Then a hooded figure entered the church like an ominous cloud descending, and a darker mood prevailed. Bjork, the leader of the elves, wasn't so easily rattled. In a single arching motion she ripped the hood from the intruder's face. It was Al Franken! "Be not afraid," Bjork said. "This stranger is a humble superhero, top of the genre." Al froze for a second then slowly nodded. "It's true," he said, his lips trembling, "I'm BRIEF NEVILS, son of WICK NIMBLE."
Watching the story unfold on television, I thought to myself, "Wow, what a clever way to end the first season." The Al Franken storyline, as I understood it, would be a vehicle for taking the elf program in an entirely new direction, a plot device for exploring the magic of everyday existence in the program's second season, for example, the magic of Wednesday, the magic of October, and the magic of holiday brunch.
