Marvel Super Hero Adventures: Frost Fight! Page #5

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Let's roll.

Isn't this a hoot?

I am groot, I am groot,

i am groot!

What's that?

It's a ramp! Why?

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Aaaahhhh!

Here we are.

Oh, snickerdoodles!

We must've just missed him.

Don't worry.

I know where he is.

I'll have us there

in no time.

No!

I mean, no,

you've been so kind.

We've imposed enough

on you.

We have a ship.

If you could just tell us

where we can find him.

A ship?

How wonderful!

I've always wanted

to fly a ship.

Let's go!

I am groo-oo-oot!

It was thoughtful of jolnir

to depart.

This mountain now yields

before my magic.

Loki and ymir,

stand down or perish!

Hear me out.

I have a proposition.

Come with me to midgard,

help me claim jolnir's powers,

and I will reward you in ways

your former master never did.

You'll find no evil minions

here, fiend.

The emerald guard

will never conspire with you.

Oh, very well.

If you insist,

we can just do it the easy way.

See? Now we're all friends.

No sign of Santa's cottage

on my end.

No activity

on the thermal sensors.

N-n-nothing here either.

You still cold, kid?

Of course.

He's cold-blooded.

N-n-no.

I'm fine.

Okay. Let's land,

get more layers on humberto,

and search the forested areas

on foot.

We're gonna need more bodies.

I'll signal Thor and hulk.

I suspect Santa claus

would smile more

and shriek less, Nick.

Ah. Better.

Now, aim true, hulk.

Let's deliver some gifts.

Toys away!

Ho ho ho! Whoo!

Perhaps with less force.

Sorry. I'll turn down

the heat for ya.

So I'm the only one

who finds it convenient

that Santa's house vanished

right when we found it?

This is a prank,

and those elf-alikes

are in on it.

Maybe. But we can't

take that chance.

If Santa is out here,

we need to find him

before loki does.

Wait up! Moving is tricky

in all these clothes.

But I got it.

I got it. Whoa!

Lost it!

Got it again.

Hello?

Is anybody out there?

Unless he doesn't

wanna be found.

If Santa's the powerhouse

they say he is,

he could be walking in this

winter wonderland with us,

and we'd never know.

Another reason why

this is pointless,

not that we needed

another reason.

Do you have some place

you'd rather be tonight?

Yes! Don't you?

Hey, simmer down, fellas.

Landing on the naughty list

won't fix this.

There is no naughty list,

because there is no Santa.

Uh, guys, maybe it's just

that my eyeballs are frozen,

but look.

Is that Santa's house?

Santa's nice, cozy, warm house?

Santa? Santa claus?

You in here?

Empty.

But he's gotta be close.

Let's fan out.

Two-mile perimeter.

Maintain constant contact

with--

oh, heat.

Heat, heat, heat, heat.

Ohh, heat.

Oh, yeah.

That's the stuff.

On second thought,

i could use a moment

to warm up.

Reptil, make room.

Really?

Getting awfully close

to those asteroids.

Thank you so much

for letting me fly

your ship.

It's always been

a little dream of mine.

Oh...

It's my pleasure.

But we need to steer

away from those asteroids.

Aw, looks like fun.

Let's live a little.

I'd actually rather live a lot,

which is why I don't want

to squeeze through that gap!

So Santa was expecting

your visit?

Uh, no.

It was last minute.

A business opportunity--

look out!

Popped up.

Lots of money--

pull up!

To be made.

And you want to make

a lot of money?

Absolutely.

Watch it!

That's our ticket to

a new ship.

What's wrong

with this ship?

Seems like it runs

just fine.

Thanks to me.

And I'd like

to keep it that way.

No! We're not gonna make it!

You worry too much.

Santa was the same way

until he made giving gifts

to children his life's work.

Uh... come again?

He spends all year

preparing for tonight.

Every child-- who they are,

where they are, what they want.

All those gifts.

And then-- boom,

he delivers

every single present himself

in one night.

Santa does this.

Santa claus.

Of course. Who else?

Now, I tell him,

spread it out

over a few weeks or months,

and he refuses.

You know why?

Because he doesn't want to make

even one child wait.

And he gets nothing in return.

That's not how he sees it.

He says the joy of giving

is the greatest gift of all.

And that's why I love him.

I am groot.

You're right, pal.

It looks like we do have

this one all wrong.

Unbelievable!

Mm. Best hot chocolate ever.

This is exactly how

Santa's hot chocolate

should taste.

All part of the charade.

What are you looking for

over there?

Cameras.

We're probably being filmed

for some prank show.

Holly jolly follies,

or something like that.

Ugh! Why are you so down

on Santa claus?

A better question is,

why aren't you more

down on him, kid?

Memories.

Some of the best I have.

My parents

were paleontologists.

Spent a lot of time on digs,

living in tents.

Space was tight,

so toys were a luxury.

One year, I lost my favorite.

I was scared

to tell my parents,

so I wrote to Santa,

asking for a new one.

That morning, I wake up,

our tent's a jungle,

and there's

toy dinos everywhere.

We spent all day in there,

just playing.

I still have every one

of those dinosaurs.

Little me

was obsessed with planes.

I'd never been in one,

but I loved them.

One year I asked Santa

for a top-of-the-line

f-15 model kit.

But I didn't get it.

Instead, I got tickets

to an air show,

where I got to sit

in the cockpit

of a real f-15.

That's when I knew

I'd be a pilot.

I was a big fan

of baseball as a kid.

But I wasn't athletic,

so I was never picked

for a team by the other kids.

When I wrote to Santa,

I didn't ask for toys.

I asked for a chance to play.

I got a brand-new bat

and ball that year--

items my family

couldn't afford.

And they were my ticket

into the game.

I was awful.

I couldn't throw,

catch, or hit.

And I loved

every second of it.

Okay. I'll play

your little reindeer game.

I was six when I told my dad

i didn't believe in Santa claus.

My dad suggested

I take it up with Santa.

So I did.

I wrote to Santa and told him

to keep his presents.

All I wanted was proof

that he was real.

After the holidays,

the letter came back unopened.

It was marked "undeliverable."

So, I tore it up

and threw it away.

Because I had my proof.

There's no Santa.

You don't need proof

to believe.

Maybe you don't, kid.

But I'm a scientist at heart.

Always have been.

And that means

i won't believe it

until I see it.

Get down!

Hm.

I grow weary of waiting.

Where is jolnir?

Where is your Santa claus?

Do you really think

we'll tell you, loki?

That really would be ideal.

Double down on blizzard king.

Aah!

Need a hand, cap?

Or maybe a tail?

You're catching on, humberto.

I've always learned fast.

In third grade, I...

Ymir, freeze them slowly.

Perhaps they'll talk

before the cold

steals their breath.

Indeed.

Ice is the bringer

of truth.

What treachery is this?

Aah!

Presents?

Aaahh!

Your aim is much

improved, hulk.

Call me Santa hulk.

Now, this is a worthy

holiday tradition--

glorious battle.

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