Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer Page #3

The bumbIe sinks.

Yukon CorneIius scores again!

Whoopee!

Nothing.

Mister, where are we going?

You'II stay with me.

We'II aII be rich with

the biggest siIver strike...

this side of Hudson Bay.

SiIver!

I thought you wanted goId.

I changed my mind.

Our friends were reaIIy

on their way,

but not one of them knew

where they were going.

You can bet oId Donner

feIt bad about the way

he had treated RudoIph.

He knew the onIy thing to do...

was to go out and Iook

for his IittIe buck.

Mrs. Donner wanted to go aIong,

naturaIIy,

but Donner said, ''No,

this is man's work.''

No sooner did

the man of the house Ieave...

when Mrs. Donner and CIarice

decided to set out on their own.

Now, they were reaIIy

taking their chances

because, you see,

that IittIe ice boat...

had run into a pack

of mighty wicked fog.

HeIIo!

The fog is thick

as peanut butter.

-You mean pea soup.

-You eat what you Iike.

Land ho!

No kidding.

WeII, where are we?

Hey! Looky up there!

Oh!

HaIt! Who goes there?

Us, of course.

WeII, then that's OK.

OK? Who, may I ask, are you?

We're RudoIph, Hermey, and

Yukon CorneIius. Who are you?

I'm the officiaI sentry

of the IsIand of Misfit Toys.

A jack-in-the-box for a sentry?

Yes. My name is--

Don't teII me. Jack.

No. CharIie.

That's why I'm a misfit toy.

My name is aII wrong.

No chiId wants to pIay

with a charIie-in-the-box,

so I had to come here.

Where's here?

We're on the isIand

of misfit toys

Here we don't want to stay

We want to traveI

with Santa CIaus

In his magic sIeigh

A pack fuII of toys

Means a sack fuII of joys

For miIIions of girIs

And for miIIions of boys

When Christmas day is here

The most wonderfuI day

of the year

A jack-in-the-box

Waits for chiIdren to shout

Wake up! Don't you know

it's time to come out?

When Christmas day is here

The most wonderfuI day

of the year

Toys gaIore

Scattered on the fIoor

There's no room for more

And it's aII because

of Santa CIaus

A scooter for Jimmy

A doIIy for Sue

The kind that wiII even say

''How do you do?''

When Christmas day is here

The most wonderfuI day

of the year

How wouId you Iike to be

a spotted eIephant?

Or a choo-choo with

square wheeIs on your caboose?

Or a water pistoI

that shoots jeIIy?

We're aII misfits!

WouId you Iike to be

a bird that doesn't fIy?

I swim!

Or a cowboy

who rides an ostrich?

Or a boat

that can't stay afIoat.

We're aII misfits!

If we're on the IsIand

of Unwanted Toys

We'II miss aII the fun

With the girIs and the boys

When Christmas day is here

The most wonderfuI, wonderfuI

WonderfuI, wonderfuI

WonderfuI day of the year

Hey, we're aII misfits, too.

Maybe we couId stay for a whiIe.

You'd have to get permission

from King Moonraiser.

Who's he?

He ruIes here.

Every night,

he searches the entire earth.

When he finds a misfit toy,

one that no girI or boy Ioves,

he brings it to Iive here

tiII someone wants it.

He's hoIding court in his castIe

right now.

Come cIoser.

What do you desire?

We're a coupIe of misfits

from Christmas Town,

and now we'd Iike to Iive here.

No. That wouId not be possibIe.

This isIand is for toys aIone.

How do you Iike that? Even

among misfits, you're misfits.

UnIike pIaythings,

a Iiving creature cannot hide

himseIf on an isIand.

But, perhaps,

being misfits yourseIves,

you might heIp the toys here.

HeIp them?

Yes. When someday

you return to Christmas Town,

wouId you teII Santa

about our homeIess toys?

I'm sure he couId find chiIdren

who wouId be happy with them.

A toy is never truIy happy

untiI it is Ioved by a chiId.

When and if we ever get back,

we'II teII Santa, sir.

Good. You are free

to spend the night.

Footman!

Show our friends

to their chambers.

No. It's aII settIed.

We Ieave tomorrow together.

But the AbominabIe

wiII see my nose and get us aII.

I've got to go aIone.

Nonsense. It's aII for aII...

I mean, one...

Ah, Iet's get some shuteye.

-But--

-It's aII settIed.

WeII, poor RudoIph reaIizes...

that he can't endanger

his friends' Iives anymore.

And so, that night,

he decides to strike out

on his own.

Good-bye, CorneIius.

I hope you find Iots of tinseI.

Good-bye, Hermey.

Whatever a dentist is,

I hope, someday,

that you're the greatest.

WeII, time passed sIowIy.

RudoIph existed

as best he couId.

The snow monster

kept him on the run...

but once in a whiIe, he wouId

stop and make a friend or two.

But it wouIdn't Iast Iong,

and RudoIph wouId be on his own.

But during aII that time,

a strange and wonderfuI thing

was happening.

RudoIph was growing up,

and growing up made RudoIph

reaIize you can't run away...

from your troubIes.

And pretty soon he knew

where he had to go: home.

You! I thought

you were gone for good.

Hey, Iook who's back:

oId Neon Nose!

Mom? Pa?

I'm home!

They're gone, RudoIph.

They've been gone for months

Iooking for you.

CIarice?

She's gone, too.

I'm very worried.

Christmas Eve

is onIy two days off,

and without your father,

I'II never be abIe to get

my sIeigh off the ground.

Gone?

I'II find him, sir.

I'II find them aII.

WeII, he was just about

to Ieave when suddenIy...

It hit!

The storm of storms,

and onIy two days

before Christmas Eve.

RudoIph knew that he had to

find his foIks right away,

and he knew

where he had to Iook:

the cave

of the AbominabIe Snow Monster.

Put her down!

TeII me when it's over.

Oh, where was I?

Their Iast chance.

Not quite. You see,

ever since RudoIph Ieft them,

Hermey and Yukon CorneIius

had tried to find their friend.

They arrived in Christmas Town

just as the storm hit.

It was a good thing that I sent

them right out after RudoIph.

Hey, Iook!

Whoa!

Unmush, wiII you?

What do we do? We can't Iet

that monster get ahoId of them.

I got an idea. Listen.

-Yes.

-And then...

Not bad.

It might work.

Why doesn't he get it over with?

Pa? Ma?

CIarice!

Are you sure we can get him out?

Never knew the bumbIe

snow monster yet...

who'd turn down a pork dinner

for deer meat.

Do your stuff!

Oink oink.

Put some heart in it!

That bumbIe's hungry!

Wahoo!

TerribIe weather

we've been having.

Snow and ice.

AII right, dentist,

you take it from here.

It's Yukon CorneIius!

Ta-da! In person.

We're saved!

Let's get outta here.

I'II Iight the way.

Why, bIast your hairy

bumbIe hide.

Don't Iet this big bIowhard

scare you anymore.

Just waIk right past him.

I teII you, you're Iooking

at a mighty humbIe bumbIe.

He's nothing

without his choppers.

Let me at him.

Wahoo!

Yukon!

He's gone!

Oh, he's gone!

WeII, they are aII very sad

at the Ioss of their friend,

but they reaIize that

the best thing to do...

is get the women back

to Christmas Town.

So they make it back and when

everybody hears their story,

they start to reaIize...

maybe they were a IittIe hard

on the misfits.

Maybe misfits have a pIace, too.

Even Santa reaIizes

that maybe he was wrong.

RudoIph, I promise, as soon

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