June: At Bikini Bottom

After Troy's last prank, Santa lost some of his jovialness and decided he'd had enough of the young man. After the Troops convinced the elf to at least take Troy back home to his wife and children, Santa dropped the giggling jokester at his house and immediately left for the North Pole, screaming Troy would only see coal in his stocking at Christmas.
It was quite a surprise then, when Troy suddenly turned up missing.
However, Santa did receive these snapshots recently. Apparently, Troy sent him a message that he was trying to see the error of his ways and had enrolled himself in school. He had learned from his daughter that the bottom of the ocean apparently had an excellent program as all the sea creatures could speak quite well.

Fine Print: Some original images may have copyrights belonging to people other than the creators of Troy's Travels, and as such, no image on this website may be downloaded or copied. Troy did not actually go on these supposed travels, much to his dismay. He is simply the victim of an evil office war that has taken a lighthearted turn for the worse. Please keep him in your prayers as
we continue to send him around the world.


Troy did manage to convince the jolly elf that there actually are other things in Italy besides its magnificent wine. (It is understood that a good deal of this convincing came after one particularly tasty wine proved Santa's undoing and Troy found out that Santa does have his un-jolly moments.)
After they finally managed to leave the lush green valleys of grapes, the two men had a very good time exploring the old monuments and cities full of rich heritage.


(Santa reportedly had a broken foot from tripping over a wrench left in one of the pits. After exclaiming that the forgetful mechanic would get no toys for Christmas this year, he left for Methodist Hospital to have it bound up.) Much to Troy's delight, not only did he get to drive Santa's new sleigh for the next several weeks, he was also given the opportunity to drive two of the race cars. He came in last place both times.




So, instead of playing in the rough waters of the ocean, he wandered along the river banks gazing at the waterfalls. His guide and travel companion, Santa, however, stayed at the beach flirting with the girls and learning to snorkle. (We are under strict confidence not to disclose the former sport with Mrs. Claus, as she can have an insanely jealous streak. We hope you will concede to Mr. Claus' wishes.)



