Santa Buddies: The Legend of Santa Paws Page #2

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seems to be something else going on.

The icicle is melting faster

than we ever thought possible.

Has anyone seen Puppy Paws?

He seems to be missing.

My guess would be the stables.

You know how he loves to play tricks

on Donner and Blitzen.

Come on then, you're next.

Ho-ho-ho.

What do you want?

I was hoping you could deliver this note

to the real Santa for me?

- The real Santa?

- I know that the real Santa

is busy at the North Pole making gifts

and you're just one of his helpers.

If you could deliver this note to him,

I would really appreciate it.

Yeah, I'll see what I can do.

OK. Time's up.

There's other boys and girls

that need to see Hank.

- I mean, Santa.

- Merry Christmas, sir.

- Thank you. And God bless.

- Merry Christmas to you, too.

Ho-ho-ho. What do you want?

They couldn't have found me already.

Ah! Ah!

I did it! Holy... Oh!

Say "cheese," pipsqueak.

Man, this is itchy.

Ew! An imposter.

All right!

Whoa!

What are you doing?!

Oh!

What'll it be?

- Yes!

- Hey! What in the heck are you doing?

That dog. I'm trying to catch that dog!

Comet, what's wrong?

Santa Claus, Santa Paws,

I wouldn't come in here if I were you.

All of us reindeer, we've been

hit with some sort of flu bug.

Could be contagious.

Are you gonna be OK?

I don't know, Santa.

Cupid isn't feeling the love

and Dancer isn't doing much dancing.

- We all feel really weak.

- It's a lack of energy from the icicle.

It's affecting us all.

Is there anything we can help with?

We're looking for Puppy Paws.

- Have you seen him?

- Come to think of it, no.

He hasn't been

asking us for rides...

Everything OK?

People sure aren't

very jolly in Fernfield.

I think it's time to call it a night.

- Thanks again, Mrs. Davis.

- Take care.

I guess I'll have to find Budderball

in the morning.

Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!

Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas!

Hey, look, everybody, Eli's back.

Hey, what happened? You're back early.

For a minute there

I thought I might have to push.

- What's wrong with the truck?

- Almost ran out of power.

Where's all the mail, sir?

That's all there was.

Oh! Sweet mama! Gingerbread cookies!

Budderball? Is it really you?

I've been looking for you all over town.

Wow! That polar bear cub

sure looks realistic.

His mouth even moves.

Come on, big fella!

Budderball! Wait!

Good boy.

Oh, my!

All right. I've just got... Hm.

OK... Just a little knot here.

What in tarnation? Huh?

Excuse me?

- Excuse me!

- Huh? Oh...

Oh, hello there, young'un.

Deputy Sniffer at your service.

I'm looking for a pup I just saw.

But then he disappeared.

His name is Budderball.

Oh, I've known that pup his whole life.

So you know where he lives?

Budderball lives at Livingston Manor.

Now to get there

you want to go left down Main Street,

then take a right

at the candy store and keep going.

It's on the outskirts of town.

You can't miss it.

Thanks, Deputy.

OK, heads up, I'm sending it down.

Thanks, Budderball.

Got it.

This must be it.

I think I got some in the van.

Yeah, there's a box right there.

I'll grab 'em.

Here you go!

I'll send them up.

- A bit heavy.

- OK, I got it.

OK. You sure?

Well, I think we

are just about done.

I think we should lower

the candy canes a little.

They're kinda hard to... see.

Oh, that's heavy.

Off we go.

Come on, Budderball.

Whoa!

Oh, sweet mama.

I'm not sure how Dad does this,

but here goes nothing.

Aah!

- Oh!

- Oh!

Hey! Do you mind getting off me?

It's you, right? Budderball?

I finally found you!

Who do you think you are, rolling out of

my chimney and busting my candy cane?

I'm Puppy Paws. Pleased to meet you.

- Where do you come from?

- The North Pole.

Oh, yeah.

I bet you belong to Santa Claus.

Well, technically, yes.

But Santa Paws is my pa.

Yeah, right. You expect me to believe

that your dad is Santa Paws?

- Why wouldn't you?

- Who put you up to this?

No one. I was checking the naughty list

and you looked like fun.

What'd you say?

I'm on the naughty list?!

It was just a little turkey!

Don't worry, you can get off

the naughty list and onto the nice list

by doing good deeds for others.

- Like?

- Well, um...

Like teaching me

how to be an ordinary pup.

OK, well,

I'll show you what I like to do.

This is

the most magical room in the house.

What kind of toys do you make here?

They don't make toys, they make food.

The most delicious food around.

Like roast beef sandwiches,

chicken wings, chili dogs...

Is he one of your elves?

You're a real joker, aren't you?

That's the chef.

- What's he doing?

- Making cookies.

But we can't eat them,

they're for Christmas.

Huh?

Hey, how'd you get up there?

Uh-oh!

Bad idea.

- Wow!

- What?

Those cookies.

They just changed. How did you do that?

It's no biggie.

Christmas magic is stored in here.

So I can do stuff like my dad.

But I can't quite control it.

Hey, you want a cookie?

Don't you remember?

I'm trying to get back on the nice list.

Well, suit yourself.

Om... Om... Om...

Be good, Budderball, be good.

Don't eat the cookies!

- Oh, no!

- My compliments to the chef.

I believe it's time for lunch, Budder...

ball.

Oh, yeah, laugh it up.

Now I'm going to be late

meeting my brothers and sis in the park!

Hey. How about you introduce me to them?

Once I get done with my timeout,

I'd be happy to get you out of my fur!

Thanks! You're the best!

Is Budderball fashionably late again?

I hope the dude's not in trouble.

I'll meditate

and send him some positive energy.

Om...

Om...

Who's the white,

fluffy dude Budderball's with?

Puppy Paws, these are the Buddies.

The mucky pup is Mudbud.

The blinged-out one is B-Dawg.

- Buddha looks like he's sleeping...

- Om...

...but he calls it meditation.

Oh. And Rosebud is our little sis.

But don't let the pink bow fool you.

She's feistier than she looks.

And this is Puppy Paws.

He claims to be Santa Paws' son

from the North Pole.

Yo, you straight up trippin'?

We ain't fallin' for that, dawg.

I'm sorry about my brother.

We've just grown

a little skeptical about Christmas.

You're not alone. No one believes

in Christmas spirit anymore.

That's why I'm here.

To learn how to be an ordinary pup.

Well, you found

the right dog to school you.

Come on, I'll show you my crib.

All right, dawg, I'm gonna

show you how to kick it like me.

- I like kickin' it.

- Yeah, you know, bust some moves.

Uh... Yeah, bust some moves.

Watch and learn, cuz.

I call this the four paw pop,

into the boogaloo jaw drop,

to the tail rotation

for the B-Dawg Nation.

Yeah. Way to break those moves.

Yeah, I know. I'm the best.

Let's see you give it a shot, playa.

OK, I'll give it a whirl, playa.

I call this the Prancer hop 'n bop...

- Huh?

- to the spinning toy top,

to the elf hustle 'n bustle,

to the shiny toy train.

Oh!

Whoa!

Did I bust some moves?

You busted something, all right.

- Hey, dudes.

- Yo, dawg,

it is your turn

to hang with Santa Junior.

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