Nine Dog Christmas

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Now, here's a tale you haven 't heard.

A tale no one's ever heard till now.

It happened once upon a time,

not so long ago...

...in a year when Christmas

went to the dogs.

Nine dogs, that is.

The Nine Dog Christmas.

We begin with two dogs...

... the all-time unluckiest,

most misfortunate street mutts ever.

But something was about

to change their world.

-Can you hurry it up, Tank?

-I can't hurry any faster, SnowpIow.

Lousy hoIidays.

Christmas turkeys, Christmas ham.

Nothing but work for me.

Hey!

Thieves! VandaIs!

HeIp! PoIice!

You ganging up on me, huh?

A fine affair, you Iousy punks.

What? It's just a coupIe of mutts.

Think I run a Iousy canine caf here?

Wait for me, SnowpIow.

We gotta make tracks, paI.

The next time I see you

is gonna be Iast time. . .

. . .you Iousy, mangy--

And a merry Christmas to you too.

Now that was a cIose caII,

huh, SnowpIow?

Was there ever a scrape so tight

I couIdn't get us out?

Now, there's the Iife. . .

. . .huh, SnowpIow? Look.

Nice, warm pIace to caII home.

Two square meaIs a day. CooI.

CarefuI what you wish for, Tank.

You have humans to deaI with.

LittIe ones.

Kids, Tank.

Bunch of rug monkeys crawIing. . .

. . .aII over you

when you're trying to sIeep.

I've seen a swarm of them

cover a dog worse than fIeas.

You ought to be happy

with what you got.

I am gratefuI for what I got. I am.

You see, I'm not grumbIing.

It's just that. . .

. . .my stomach is.

Maybe we got no home,

but we got our freedom, paI.

There. That's it. That's when it changed.

And that is where our story truly begins.

Where are we, SnowpIow?

We're together, Tank. That's where.

Together's cooI,

but this pIace gives me the creeps.

Easy, paI.

-CaII me when it's over.

-AII right. . .

. . .come out and show yourseIves.

Amigos!

WeIcome to

Pierre La Rond's TraveIing Circus.

Me? I'm busting out of here now.

You can come if you want.

What, and give up show business?

It's not so bad when you're used to it.

We get two square meaIs a day.

-Least once a week.

-Yeah, feIIas, this is Iiving.

Okay, Frenchie,

Iet's get this show on the road.

And so the two dogs

had now become eight.

Mom, is it reaI?

No, dear. Now, come aIong.

I sure hope Santa brings me that.

Do you think he wiII? Can I ask him?

WeII I suppose so, dear.

After aII, it is Christmas.

Move it. Move it.

We've got Iess than 48 hours

to Ioad up that sIeigh.

Oh, I almost forgot.

There's another part to our story.

A quite important part.

And it begins here.

The man in red has a perfect

departure record. . .

. . .and as Iong as I'm in charge,

it's gonna stay that way. Understand?

Yes, sir, Mr. Buzz, sir.

Then Iet's move it. Move it.

We can do better than this, peopIe.

Get your backs into it.

We have to--

-Sounded expensive.

-Sounded Iike Agnes Anne.

What in the name of Kris KringIe

are you doing?

Trying to put batteries in, sir,

Mr. Buzz, sir.

-EIf poIicy number one?

-Batteries not incIuded, sir.

Remember that, Agnes Anne.

Spit and poIish.

Mr. Buzz has to see his seIf

in those hoofs.

Yes, sergeant.

Dasher, did we sIeep

with the window open again?

WouIdn't you? SmeIIs Iike a barn in here.

It is a barn.

Oh, you too, Cupid?

Wow, you don't Iook so good.

That red nose Iooks Iike

it's gonna burn out any second.

Oh, no.

Yes. Very good. ExceIIent.

Keep up the pace. ExceIIent.

I'II fix it, sir.

Mr. Buzz, sir.

Just put it in a box and stamp it

""some assembIy required. ""

That's why he gets the big bucks.

Mr. Buzz.

Watch it.

This better be good, Number Two.

Yes, sir. But it's-- It's not, sir.

-What?

-Not good. No, sir.

Sorry, sir. It's-- It's the reindeer.

You see, sir. . .

. . .they got the fIu.

Sir. Mr. Buzz, sir.

Don't teII me it's the North PoIe FIu.

Okay. It's not.

But it is.

Oh, no.

No, sir. Not gonna happen.

Not on my watch.

But-- But--

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Look at that nose. That's. . . .

That's troubIe. Wait a minute.

I've been through worse than this.

And how did I do it?

What did I have that nobody eIse had?

I had stick-to-it-iveness.

-What are we gonna do, sir?

-RepIacements, that's what.

These aren't the onIy

fIying reindeer in the worId.

But how? Where? When? There's no time.

I'II handIe it. You keep the toys moving.

I'II need assistants. A dozen. Maybe two.

Your best workers. Who can we spare?

We're running beyond capacity aIready.

AII departments are staffed

with emergency personneI.

We need everybody, sir.

WeII, everybody except her.

Agnes Anne, you're reassigned.

To what, sir?

Operation Reindeer Roundup.

FoIIow me.

Hey, SnowpIow, this crazy ride's

making me woozy.

-I don't feeI so good.

-Your boy's new to the road.

He'II get used to it when you're

at it as Iong as us.

-Name's McGregor.

-SnowpIow. That's Tank.

PIeasure to meet you.

This one's Cheech. Yonder is Q-T.

-The boxer's Chester. There's Fetch.

-Hey, McGregor. Hey.

-His name's No Name.

-Where we going now, McGregor?

McGregor, are we going home?

Are we, huh? Are we?

Aye, my friend. That we are. He Iikes

to think so, and we Iike to pIay aIong.

-Watch it, wiII you?

-He's fetching me face.

What's going on now?

Pierre's getting ready

for the big performance.

Tonight, he shows off the new act.

The FIaming Leap of Death.

Now, that sounds cooI.

Let's watch, okay, SnowpIow?

I wanna see the FIaming Leap of Death.

-You it, homey.

-No dog'II do it more than once.

AIways a new feIIa who makes

the FIaming Leap.

And that'd be. . . . Hey, you brothers.

We'II be out of this fIeabag business,

Frenchie. You'II see.

I'm gonna hit it big.

Dumb. . . .

I'II be pIaying Vegas, Iike the feIIas

with the tigers. You'II see.

Where is he? Let me at him.

I'II give him a Ieft upper Iower.

So where are we gonna find reindeer,

Mr. Buzz, sir?

Very simpIe, Agnes Anne. AII we do is. . . .

WeII, we simpIy. . . .

We can just-- WeII, we'II start right here.

HeIIo? Sir? I say, there.

HeIIo?

Can't you see I'm on the. . .?

-Who's that? Who's there?

-I'm here.

What do you kids want?

Kids? Of aII the. . . .

My good man, I wonder if you'd teII me

where I might find some reindeer.

Try the North PoIe, kid.

They're aII sick.

You mean Santa's got

no reindeer this year?

-PreciseIy.

-You're kidding me, junior.

I certainIy am not.

Then how's he gonna bring the toys?

He isn't. UnIess I find some reindeer.

Why don't you check the yeIIow pages.

Yes. Nine reindeer. You have them?

OnIy eight. I can Iive with eight.

Oh, and they can fIy, right?

HeIIo?

HeIIo?

How wiII we ever find anything

in a pIace as big as this?

How? I'II teII you.

You just gotta be stick-to-it-ive.

-What have we found so far?

-Let's see.

Seven fish, two pigs, a chicken

and a partridge in a pear tree. . .

. . .and roughIy zero reindeer.

I'm not Ietting the big guy down.

I know what they say behind my back.

They say oId Buzz is past his prime.

They say it's time to hang up

the eIf hat and quit.

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