Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer Page #3

Oh, and this one gives me power

of attorney over your affairs.

Ill be your dedicated money manager

forever.

I do feel better.

Perfect!

This is it. The last of grandmas

fruitcakes from last Christmas.

Oh, do you think its still good?

Did she use preservatives?

Preservatives? Its a fruitcake.

What do we do when its sold?

Nothing!

Because were going to be rich!

We won the lottery!

Were going to be rich?

Were going to be rich!

We could retire?

Whats going on?

Our boats come in.

Cousin Mel says we won the lottery!

Won the lottery? All right!

Sort of.

Actually, Im going over to see Austin

Bucks and sell this dump for millions.

Thank grandpa.

He gave me power of attorney.

Do what?

Grandpa!

How could you do that?

I thought I was helping.

Talk about having your cake

and eating it, too.

Ive got to stop her.

Mr. Bucks office which way?

Jake! Nice stop.

Please, please dont buy grandmas store.

Too late, kid. With this last piece of

property Mr. Bucks will own all of Cityville.

Who are you?

Cousin Mels attorney, I. M. Slime.

You said it, not me.

Sorry, Jake.

The only person who can stop this sale

is your grandma but

no one knows what happened to her.

She got run over by Santas reindeer.

I just need more time to find grandma.

Now, Austin, darling, why dont we go

somewhere romantic

and consummate this deal?

You got it, kid. This deal doesnt

close till the end of the week.

No!

Youre an attorney. Do something!

Sue somebody!

A bit of advice.

If you really believe grandma was run over

by Santas reindeer then find him.

He should know where grandma is.

Okay, I will!

I have till the end of the week to stop

cousin Mel from selling grandmas store.

Look, Sherlock. Youve tried your best

to find grandma.

Your room is search central.

You got no results from your

do-it-yourself police sketch.

Your dry erase board is full of

dead-end clues.

Give it up.

Youre right, Doofus, we cant give up.

Whats this?

Printout of my old Christmas list?

Look, Doofus, its not as simple as adding

find grandma to my Christmas list

and e-mailing it to Santa Claus.

Wait.

Doofus, youre a genius!

To Santa Claus @SantaClausIsReal.com.

Quincy, you better see this.

None.

Not a single letter from Cityville.

Its as if theyre too busy

with their prefabricated,

mass-produced lives to need me anymore.

Excuse me.

I might as well shave my beard

and cancel the holidays in Cityville.

If I could meet just one stinking person

who understands the holidays are about

human kindness

with only a touch of conspicuous

consumption.

Yes, Quincy? Whats this?

Careful, Royce.

Donna wanted a doll with braids with

a red ribbon.

Shes on the good list.

The mystery of grandma X is solved.

Grandma Spankenheimer?

Grandma Spankenheimer?

Spankenheimer?

No, never met her. But you might ask

one of those short fellers.

Classic case of amnesia.

Cant remember a thing.

The Christmas lights are on but

nobodys home.

E-mail a reply immediately!

I have a better idea.

Call off the hound!

Hi, Im Quincy,

Santas elf.

Top elf, to be exact.

I fly right seat on the sleigh.

The man in the red suit doesnt make

a move without consulting me first.

Youre an elf.

The genuine article.

What are you doing here in September?

I came to ask a question.

Would you like to find your grandma?

More than all the presents in the world.

Then follow me.

Grandpa, Im going to the North Pole

to find grandma.

Fine, thanks for telling me.

Old St. Nick and Mrs. Claus

decided just this year:

there wont be any Christmas

the feelings just not here.

Some kids get more than they need

and some are spoiled rotten.

And when it comes to Christmas time

too many are forgotten.

It will feel like Christmas

to people everywhere,

it will feel like Christmas

when we all learn to share.

Santa said to Mrs. Claus

Somethings way off track

I cant get into Christmas

until the spirits back.

It will feel like Christmas

to people everywhere,

it will feel like Christmas

when we all learn to share.

You better have a good reason

why you broke elf code

and brought a human here.

Thought youd like to meet

Jake Spankenheimer.

The Jake Spankenheimer who loves

rollerblades,

video games, pillow fights

with his sister,

procrastinates once in a while with his

homework not that I condone it ,

writes to me every Christmas

and helps his grandma in the kitchen?

Its nice to finally meet someone from

Cityville who still believes in me.

Pretty cool.

Which is why youre not sweeping up

reindeer chips.

Grandma, theres someone here

who wants to see you.

Grandma!

Okay, Ill bite. Who is he?

Its me, Jake. Dont you remember?

No, nothin.

Wait

No. Thought I had somethin.

Youve got to remember.

Cousin Mels taking over.

Whos cousin Mel?

You know, big red hair, greedy,

moneygrubbing,

too much jewelry, beats grandpa at cards.

She doesnt sound very nice.

She isnt.

If you dont come back right away shes

going to sell your store to Mr. Bucks.

Without it, our family and Christmas

will never be the same.

Thats terrible.

Who are you again?

Will you come back with me

and stop the sale?

Better than laying around here all day

getting fat.

Oh, yeah!

Quincy, hook up the reindeer to the sleigh.

Were headed to the city.

Turn here.

Were here!

Better park in back.

Cousin Mel wasnt about

to give up easily.

I remember what happened next.

It was a warm, September day.

That was a landin.

I better sit here till my stomach

catches up to the rest of me.

Theres no time, grandma.

Quincy, keep an eye on things.

Right, boss.

Its grandma!

Shes supposed to be missing.

Ah, this ruins everything.

Mr. Bucks will call off the deal.

There goes your fortune and my 50 percent.

Ten percent.

Thirty percent! Plus expenses.

Done.

Ive got an idea.

You just make sure grandma stays missing.

Hey! Hey! Come back!

Grandma Spankenheimer?

Yes, they sent me down to get you.

Now, if youll just follow me?

Sure, sweetie.

Say, you wouldnt happen to have any antacid?

Wait!

Mr. Bucks, you cant buy the store

from cousin Mel.

Its not hers to sell.

I found grandma.

Shes waiting downstairs.

Santa will explain everything.

Sorry.

Used to chimneys, not stairs.

Fill them in while I get grandma.

And, uh, you would be?

Santa Claus.

You know ho-ho-ho!

Not to embarrass you, but Im afraid

anybody can put on a big red suit,

false beard and call themselves

Santa Claus. They all work for me.

Youre Austin Bucks!

When you were six years old, you wanted

a Lieutenant Neutron action figure.

Lieutenant Neutron?

He was the best!

Hey, how did you know that?

Im Santa. Its what I do.

Amazing!

Unbelievable.

So what did happen to grandma?

I was makin my usual rounds

On, Donner! On, Dasher!

Something made my reindeer

go wha-ha!

Wha-ha!

Follow me, guys!

I tried to stop them.

But nothing worked.

Then everything went black.

Im terribly sorry. I dont know

what got into those reindeer.

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