Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas Page #2

Hold on, Dad.

We're taking a short cut.

We ought to slow down

before we break the sound barrier.

- What?!

- We're headed straight for the mall.

Great idea.

- Low bridge.

- Really? Where?

Go ahead and stop the mailman, son.

I'll be right behind ya.

Don't worry, I won't let you down.

Excuse me.

Pardon me, ma'am.

Didn't mean to get fresh.

Wait!

There's a madman

on the ornament.

Sorry.

Wait! Stop!

You have to mail our letter

to Santa.

Get out of the road, kid.

Do you have anything bigger?

I have an empty space right here.

I'll take it.

My dad'll be here

any minute, honest.

Sorry, kid, gotta go!

Special delivery

for the North Pole.

You really think Santa

will get the letter?

Sure as I stand here.

Slippery.

I gotta get it, I just gotta.

My own one-of-a-kind, carbon fibre,

torque rod, snappy flex,

tip-to-tail, rail-to-rail, wood core,

twin-directional snowboard!

That's a mouthful.

With adjustable

forward and high back

skid plate step-in bindings.

Look at this. All nice and neat

and ready for ol' Santy.

Merry Christmas Eve, Pete.

Why, if it ain't

the goof master himself.

Say, we got us

some more work to do, Max,

or Santy won't find our chimney.

Ain't that quaint? The goof brain

thinks there's a Santy Claus.

There isn't?

Like father, like goof.

Kid's got the goof gene

in his bloodstream.

There is too a Santa!

Now, son, come here.

See, it's an urbane myth,

like that Locked Ness Monstrosity,

and the fella with the sweets

takes cheques.

Well, think of it.

An old guy in a red suit

cruising the entire world

in one night,

using reindeer what fly.

Why, it's impossible.

Look, kid, I've been around, see.

I've been to foreign lands,

like Brooklyn,

and I've never seen,

nor met a soul who's seen,

this Santy Claus fella.

Look, Maxie, I found the front door.

So long, neighbours.

Have a very merry Christmas.

And a happy New Year.

Do-da-do-do

Cows and Cauli...

Hey, how about giving

your old man a hand?

What is it, Maxie?

Why, you look like Santy Claus

put coal in your stocking.

I heard there isn't any Santa Claus.

Who went and told you

a silly thing like that?

Mr Pete.

Well, that figures.

Of course there's a Santy.

Or we'd have out-of-work elves.

You think?

Think? Heck, I'm sure.

Son, have I ever been wrong?

No.

A broken clock is right

two or three times a day,

and this time I'm right.

Believe me, Santa won't let you down.

- You really think he'll come?

- Why, as sure as pigs fly.

Hey, Dad,

what did you ask for from Santa?

You know, just the usual.

What's that?

It's a surprise.

Now, plug her in

and let the joy of Christmas shine.

That'll put

the spirit of Christmas in you.

Course there's a Santa.

Believe me,

Santa won't let you down...

An old guy in a red suit,

cruising the entire world in

one night, using reindeer what fly.

Why, it's impossible,

impossible, impossible...

Hiya, Maxie. Wanna help?

Did you know that there are

two billion children in the world?

No wonder

I keep tripping over roller skates.

That means Santa would have to make

800 visits a second,

not including bathroom breaks.

I guess old Santy's

been at it so long,

he figured out the short cuts.

FLOUR:

Looks like it's gonna be

a white Christmas.

Dad, this is serious.

I know, son, but...

Gosh!

Something sure smells mighty tasty.

But how can a reindeer fly?

That's easy,

it's those antlers, they...

You know, with the wind

and all, that creates lift...

Ah ah ah! Hot!

Still, it's a lot of work

for one guy.

That's why we leave him cookies,

for a pick-me-up.

Just doesn't quite make sense, Dad.

Chestnuts.

Where are we going, Dad?

To share the joy of Christmas

with those less fortunate.

Shouldn't Santa be doing this?

Santy's on a tight schedule

this time of year,

so we're helping him out.

Looks like

I might need one, too.

Wanna play toy carses? All I got's

two, but you can have one.

Santa gave me this one last year.

This year, I hope he's gonna

give me another one.

Kid, I ain't so sure

there is such a thing as...

Christmas Eve dinner is served!

- Mr Goofy, that's incredible.

- Like magic.

Gosh!

Christmas magic.

Thank you so much.

With things being so tight,

without you, we wouldn't have...

Don't mention it.

You'd do the same for me.

But have you ever really,

actually seen Santa?

He's got a big white beard.

But have you ever

actually seen him in person?

Where?

- Merry Christmas.

- Santa!

Santa?

You made it!

Who wants to be the first

to sit on Santy's lap?

Me, me. Over here.

I'm so glad you came.

Wow, I almost

didn't believe any more,

but now...

Everything's OK. So...

I want my own one-of-a-kind,

carbon fibre, torque rod,

snappy flex,

tip-to-tail, rail-to-rail,

twin-directional snowboard.

Please.

Dad?

You tricked me. How could you?

Santy's got a problem with one

of his elves, but he'll be back.

Gosh, Maxie. I'm real sorry.

I was just trying

to make those kids happy.

Remember my tradition of eating one

of Santy's cookies before bedtime?

What's the point?

Remember how we always open

one present on Christmas Eve?

Hiya, Maxie.

Lookee here,

it's your old stuffed bear.

- Remember what you named him?

- Old Stuffed Bear.

- Remember who gave him to ya?

- Yeah. Santa.

But that's when I was little.

No, he's not!

Trust me, Max.

You just gotta believe.

Santy's real.

No, he's not.

- Yes, he is.

- No, he's not!

I promise.

Then prove it.

When Santy shows up,

we'll be here to greet him.

I'll snap a picture of him

so you'll have

photographic evidence.

Yeah. You'll fall off

the roof first.

I won't fall off the roof.

You just watch.

Santy Claus is coming to town!

Bright!

Told you you'd fall off the roof.

I didn't fall off the roof.

Where's Santy?

I didn't miss him, did I?

Nope.

Then where is he?

I don't know about you,

but I'm cold and tired,

and Santa Claus is not coming.

Why doesn't he just grow up

and face the facts?

"Don't forget...

...Max."

Oh, Dad.

Max, wake up. Look, son, look.

It's him, it really is!

Do you see him, Maxie? Do ya?

Yoo-hoo, Santy.

Over here!

- Almost forgot. Smile, Santy.

- Dad, the lens cap.

I'll get it right this time.

Come down with your hands up.

We have you surrounded.

What in the name of Pete is going on,

for Pete's sake?

Maybe he's running a little late.

Dad.

Are you OK?

You were right about everything.

I even fell off the roof.

Hey, Dad, it's OK.

Santa didn't show. No biggie.

Well, since he's not coming,

at least we can eat

all his cookies.

Not hungry.

Hey, Dad,

here's one from me. Open it.

Maybe later.

Max?

Burglars!

Santy!

Merry Christmas.

Santy, I'm so happy you came.

Gosh! I thought you'd be taller.

And you look trimmer

than your pictures.

Well... you know...

camera adds 50 pounds.

You have to meet Maxie.

Yeah, love to,

but... gotta get going.

Two billion kids, 823 a second.

Very tight schedule.

Wait, Santy,

he's around somewheres.

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