'Twas the night before Twistmas, and throughout Monstro City. Not a Moshling was stirring, not a Birdie or Beastie. Large signs had been placed to be seen from the sky, In hopes that a bearer of gifts would drop by. It s Twistmas time in Monstro City and everyone is tucked up in bed waiting for Father Twistmas to visit. But something else is stirring out there in the dark... could it be that Dr. Strangeglove is so mean that he wants to ruin Twistmas?