Playing Doctor

After his recent bender, the creepy elf convinced Barbie to play "doctor." Oh Barbie, you fool.

Stealing a Kidney

Smoking, drinking, drugs, gambling, grand theft auto, kidnapping... I suppose selling a baby's kidney on the black market was the next logical step for the creepy elf.

Sorry Fisher Price Little People

It appears that the creepy elf was under the influence when he carjacked Rapunzel & Flynn.  Sorry Fisher Price Little People.

Carjacking

The creepy elf's crime spree continues.

Snow White Kidnapped!

The creepy elf and his stormtrooper minions have moved beyond petty gambling, and have now embraced princess kidnapping.

Perhaps the creepy elf should have kidnapped a princess that didn't have a posse of seven dwarves.

Update 12/11:

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Update 12/12:
Welcome visitors from Baby Rabies & Pinterest. Please look around this site. As you will see, our creepy little elf has had many other adventures.

Busted

Ew. I guess this explains why the creepy elf always has his hands in his lap.

Super Villains

Really creepy Elf?  Street craps in my dining room with super villains?

Wonder Woman

Looks like Creepy Elf on the Shelf messed with the wrong woman. You go Wonder Woman! Amazons rule!

Barbie

Creepy Elf on the Shelf is now corrupting Barbie.  Great!

Jeremiah Weed

Geez, I go out to walk the dog and the Elf on the Shelf is partying!  I knew that dude was creepy.

Christmas 2011: The Creepy Elf arrives

Christmas is a holiday known for its traditions. Accordingly, some entrepreneurs have created "The Elf on the Shelf," which is essentially a commercial gambit masquerading as a cherished family tradition. Why bother to pass down family traditions when you can buy one at the store, right?

The concept is thus: you stick the elf on a shelf in your house, and he watches your children. Every night, he flies back to Santa, and reports on your children's behavior. The next morning, you are supposed to put him on a different shelf to illustrate to your gullible kids that he had indeed returned to the North Pole at night to report on their personal foibles to the House Committee on Un-Santa-ian activities.

Creepy, right? I'm supposed to endorse an invasion of privacy as a cherished family tradition.

Naturally, my mother bought one.

Welcome to my house Elf. Don't get into too much trouble.