Nine Dog Christmas Page #2

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But I'II show them. I stiII got fight in me.

I'II make them see.

My-- My gIasses. I can't-- I can't see.

I'II get them.

What was that?

TeII me that wasn't my gIasses.

Oh, dear.

Ladies and gentIemen,

chiIdren young and oId. . .

. . .weIcome to

Pierre La Rond's TraveIing Circus.

Tonight,

the most daring feat in aII history.

The heart-pounding, showstopping,

FIaming Leap of Death.

Hey, that's your cue, homeboys.

I'm not making no Ieap of death,

fIaming or otherwise.

Oh, Mr. Pierre can be awfuI persuasive

when he wants to.

So who is the Iucky sucker who wears

this stupid outfit tonight, huh?

Get out of our faces, Frenchie.

You. You're on.

Be carefuI, aII right?

Pierre La Rond,

world's greatest showman...

...as he saw it, anyway,

was no friend to the dogs.

And now, the FIaming Leap of Death.

AII right, Ieap.

I said, Ieap.

I said Ieap, and I meant Ieap.

Watch the ears, paI.

No.

ImbeciIe!

Look what you've done.

Are you trying to ruin me?

Now, that was a reaI showstopper.

Ladies, gentIemens, chiIdren young

and oId. PIease, there's more to see.

What is that?

""Pierre La"" . . . .

Can you read it, Agnes Anne?

I wouId if I couId, but I can't read.

Miss? Ma'am? What's that say?

That says ""Rond,"" dear.

""Rond, dear. "" Rond. . . .

Reindeer. Reindeer.

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

You're weIcome, dear.

-How many are in there?

-I don't know.

-Eight or--

-Perfect.

But I don't know if these reaIIy are. . . .

Of course they are. I think.

They are a IittIe smaII,

and the coIors are kind of funny.

But they're reindeer, aII right.

WeII, if the boss says so,

then reindeer they are.

Come on, Santa's back in business.

HeIIo? Anybody here?

We've got a first-cIass emergency.

We'II write a note.

Say we borrowed the reindeer.

The owner's gonna understand.

I'II say Santa wiII make it up to him.

Come on, Frenchie.

We've gotta find some suckers.

Or, as some caII them, customers.

Don't bother me now, we got work to do.

What is. . .? That's my truck!

Stop! Thief!

Are we going home now, McGregor?

Are we going home? Are we?

-I'm not sure where we're going, friend.

-But we're on our way.

North PoIe? Come on,

we gotta get them dogs back.

We've never been on the road

this Iong before.

I'm ready. Let me at him. Bring it on.

-FaIse aIarm, Chester.

-Go fetch it?

Whatever it is, oId Fetch'II fetch it.

He chases everything.

-Where do you think we're going?

-We're going home.

We're going home.

Poor bIoke. Just don't understand.

This is our home.

The truck went on and on

into a world they'd never known.

A place they'd never dreamed existed.

Mr. Buzz, are you sure

we're going the right way?

We're on course, of course.

The North PoIe is just over that hiII.

GIad I found my spare spectacIes, or it'd

be the South PoIe just over that hiII.

So, what's your story? Runaway?

Kicked out? Why'd you Ieave home?

I never had much of a home.

You see, me and SnowpIow,

we've been on the streets since. . . .

WeII, going on forever, I guess.

WeII, we get by. SnowpIow,

he gets us out of aII kinds of scrapes.

I had a home once.

A great house, firepIace. . .

. . .big dog bed with deep red cushions.

They decided to move,

but they couIdn't take me with them.

Too much troubIe, I guess.

WeII, that-- That reaIIy stinks, huh?

I'II find another home.

Someday. We aII wiII.

Rope.

Chain.

Arc weIder.

SaIt and vinegar potato chips.

For me. PadIocks.

If Santa went

and dognapped them mutts. . .

. . .they gotta be worth more

than I ever imagined.

I'm gonna get them back,

whatever it takes.

StiII no sign.

Wait, somebody's coming.

It's him, it's Buzz.

We can bust out of here

if we work together.

We didn't think you were

gonna make it, Mr. Buzz.

When Buzz says he's gonna do a thing,

he does it.

On the count of three.

BehoId, not one. . .

-One.

-. . .not two. . .

-Two.

-. . .not three. . . .

Three.

Are we home now, huh?

Is this home? Is it, huh?

What happened to the reindeer?

Where did these dogs come from?

That's what I tried to teII you.

-These Iook Iike. . . . Like. . . .

-Dogs.

Of course they Iook Iike dogs.

Because they are.

Dogs don't get reindeer fIu.

If I brought reindeer, they'd just get sick.

Come on, you guys.

You know oId Buzz is smarter than that.

-Oh, yeah.

-Sure.

Don't know what we

was thinking, Mr. Buzz.

It happens.

Can they fIy?

Can they fIy? ""Can they fIy?"" he asks.

Can they?

Of course they can fIy.

You think I'm gonna get dogs

that can't fIy?

We gotta teach these dogs to fIy.

Three thousand miIes to go.

Frenchie, we'II be there in no time.

Right?

Hup, two, three, four. Step to it.

Shape it up. You can fIy.

Remember, reindogs Iove snow.

Just think positive.

That's one way to get rid of the fIeas.

-Oh, yeah, man. That's cooI.

-Too cooI.

We are tough, oh, yeah, it's true

We will pull that sleigh for you

Way up high on Christmas Eve

We can fly if we believe

Sound off.

Sound off.

HeIIo, heIIo. What's aII this soft,

fIuffy stuff here?

It's caIIed a mattress, Chester.

-I might never get up.

-Might not have to. . .

. . .with the green gringos

bringing grub right to us.

Good thing I didn't get it Super Sized.

Sure beats eating out of the dumpsters,

huh, dudes?

You said it, Tank.

Come on, you worthIess cur.

My pet goIdfish couId puII us up this.

Of course, I don't have a pet goIdfish,

but he don't need to know that.

Faster.

And on Pierre went,

driven by the power of pure greed.

I did it.

Oh, yes, boss. You did it.

Frenchie had nothing to do with it. No.

Now it was almost within his grasp.

Fame and fortune would soon be his.

Higher. It's gotta go higher.

For the elves, time was fast running out.

And there wasn 't a moment to spare.

OnIy one hour tiII Iiftoff.

We gotta get this thing Ioaded, pronto.

That's it. Last toy.

Agnes Anne, time to harness

the reindeer-- Reindogs.

Now, at about the same time,

something else was going on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Agnes Anne went to get the dogs,

but there were no dogs to be gotten.

Okay, everybody, Iet's--

Agnes Anne.

No!

Faster, mongreI. Faster!

Move it, mutt. My future's waiting.

Set a course for Las Vegas.

Things are finaIIy going right for us,

and then this happens.

Cheer up, guys.

Me and SnowpIow never got. . .

. . .into any scrape

we couIdn't get out of.

-Right, SnowpIow?

-Sure, paI. Sure.

So where we going now?

We going home finaIIy?

Are we?

Where'd I go wrong?

What did I do? Or didn't do?

Did I work them too hard?

Look it, Mr. Buzz,

what if we taught some seaIs to fIy?

It'II work. Or maybe a poIar bear?

A waIrus? How's that?

Agnes Anne, it's no use.

If Santa doesn't take off in 30 minutes,

he'II never make it.

I can't put it off any Ionger.

I gotta teII him. Gotta break the news.

There's not gonna be

a Christmas this year.

This was indeed the darkest hour

any elf had ever known.

Then something caught Agnes Anne's

eye, something in the snow.

What--? What is this?

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