Santa Claws

Listen, kid, I been around

a few Christmases.

- It's true.

- No way.

I swear on my life.

- All nine of them?

- Yes.

Now quiet.

Here he comes.

Wow.

Magical, right?

Where's his claws?

He--He's so fat.

It's his jolliness, Rigby.

That's why he's so big.

Oh!

Is that the record Julia wants?

How did he know?

He is Santa, Rigby.

He knows.

Hey, I'm gonna tell

Santa what I want.

Hey, hey, kid,

where are you going?

I want to say hi

to Santa.

No, you can't.

Santa's allergic to cats.

Well, hello there.

Who are you?

Hi, Santa.

I'm Rigby.

Shoo, shoo. Go away.

I'd love to pet you,

but I better not.

I... Hello!

Eww. Gross.

Excuse me, Santa.

Go away.

Shoo!

Oh, you made him

sneeze again.

Go away.

Cookies.

Ah, cookies.

Rigby, get back here!

Hello?

Is someone there?

A cat!

Whoa! Chill out, dude.

Oh, no!

Julia's record!

See, kid?

I told you.

He's allergic to cats.

Santa?

Oh,

I can't let her see me!

Santa, wait!

- Santa!

- Cats!

Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas!

Dang it.

Mom,

pop the trunk.

Mom.

Nathan has

a tree.

Tommy, please.

But, Mom, everyone

else has a tree.

Tommy, we talked

about this. Inside.

Hmm?

Little dusty.

Kittens, I'm home.

Hey, Tommy's home.

Heh. No.

No, I'm not gonna

go talk to her.

You go talk to her.

I don't know what to say.

You're Santa.

You're the one who

knows all this stuff.

Tommy!

Don't forget

to shut the door,

or the kittens'll

get out!

Get out? She's crazy.

Why would we want

to get out?

Hey, guys. I missed you.

And put the milk away,

or it'll go bad!

Okay, Mom!

Did someone say Milk?

I've been

starving all day.

Oh, no. Here she comes.

Oh,

this tastes so good.

Mom, it's Christmas Eve.

Tommy.

We don't even need

to get a big one.

We've already

discussed this.

Christmas is

just something

marketed by companies to sell toys

and other items they have too

many of at the end of the year.

Here comes another

sermon. I'm out of here.

I remember.

You know I love you

very much, right?

And that's why

I'm not gonna lie to you

and tell you

Santa's real.

He was made up

by a soda company.

You have to learn

to be self-sufficient,

not rely on someone to bring

you the things that you want.

Okay?

Hey, where'd

you guys go?

That's why when

you do your chores,

you get an allowance,

so you can buy

the things that you want.

Trust me.

When you get older,

no one's gonna

hand 'em to you.

I know.

I love you very much.

I love you,

too, Mom.

Hmm. Those little rascals

didn't leave any food for me.

Let's make a deal.

I will finish putting away

the groceries,

and I'll post

my new article,

and then you can do

your chores.

Dust the living room,

water the plants,

and then we go

to dinner. Deal?

Deal.

Are yours

this much trouble?

You have no idea.

Ah, I'm bored.

We better

not go anywhere.

It's almost nap time.

- Quick Get it!

- But it's almost nap time.

- Oh, lighten up.

Ha ha ha! You paper towels thought

you could escape me! Never!

You're right!

This is fun!

- Quick! Don't let it run away.

- I got it!

- You're through paper towel.

Whoo-Hoo!

We gotta make sure it never

escapes again!

That's it guys!

Nice job, Mittens!

This feels great on my claws!

- Ah! It keeps falling on me.

- Uh oh! It's still escaping over here.

- I'm on it!

- Hey! tear it apart.

- You're mine paper towel.

- Whee!

- Look guys, it's almost like we

have snow in the house now.

Oh quick! Grab it guys.

Not cool, guys.

How's it going?

What happened?

The kittens.

It doesn't matter.

Just clean it up.

They'll be out

of our hair soon enough.

Kittens,

what did you do?

Uh, we may have

gotten carried away.

I tried

to tell them, Mom,

but they

wouldn't listen.

Oh, yeah?

You weren't the one

I saw leaping

through the air?

Shut up, Hairball!

Enough!

Kittens, you know

Tommy and Julia

can't always do

everything for us.

If we can't show them that we can

take care of ourselves,

they'll...

They'll what?

They'll give you

a new home.

A new home? No!

They can't do that!

Yes, they can.

Listen to me when I say...

we need to take care of ourselves.

I picked a heck of a week to quit

coughing up hair balls.

Hmm, I'm hungry.

Did somebody

say food?

Tommy?

Always thinking

with your stomach.

Can you change that,

please?

Do you think Tommy

will put out some food?

No, Mittens. Mom says we

need to take care of ourselves.

I say we find

our own food.

No more loafing.

Huh? No more what?

Tommy!

Come on, Hairball.

Let's get that food.

Ah, you know

I would,

but it's

a little high,

and nine lives

is short

if you really

think about it.

Fine. I'll go myself.

Just try not to land

on your head if you fall.

Whoa, cramp!

Be careful, Patches!

Uh-oh.

Here it goes.

- Whoa, oh, oh!

- Oh, no!

Heads up!

Incoming!

Tommy!

Bail!

Let's get

out of here!

Sorry, Patches.

Oh, no.

I just mopped

in here yesterday.

Now I'm gonna have

to do it again.

I'll help you clean up.

No. You go outside,

and water the plants.

I will clean up.

They probably

didn't mean it.

I'm sure

they were just hungry.

I'm sure.

Outside, please.

And don't forget

to close the door!

"Tommy, do this.

Tommy, do that."

Why can't you do

something for a change?

Guys, I feel sorry

for Tommy.

Way to go, Patches!

Hey, it's not

my fault, Mittens.

It's always

your fault.

Shh! Listen!

What is that?

Oh...

My...

Gosh!

I thought

you two broke it.

We did!

Yet there it is!

It's impossible!

It's horrible!

It's the Devil!

- Run!

- Run!

It'll eat us all

in one bite!

Gotta go! Gotta go!

We gotta get out of here!

Go! Go! Go!

Right behind you, guys.

Hello, tail.

- Don't look back!

- Patches, slow down!

- Wait!

- It's still coming for us!

Gotta go.

Gotta go. Gotta go!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Patches, look out!

Ouch!

Timber!

No. Oh, no!

Tommy, how about we try to

keep the kittens off my lawn?

And that's my cue

to leave.

Okay, buddy?

Okay.

Sorry, Mr. Bramble.

I'll help.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's okay.

Now, Tommy,

I'm gonna level with you.

These Santas have been

in my family for generations.

Creepy.

It's not creepy.

It's a tribute to the true

meaning of Christmas.

Sad. I have to tell a grown-up

that Santa isn't real.

Of course he is.

It's okay,

Mr. Bramble.

You don't

have to lie to me.

My Mom already

told me the truth.

She did?

Well, if you'll

excuse me, Tommy,

uh, I'm gonna have to find

myself some superglue, so...

Santas, hang out for a bit.

This chair is boring.

Let's go somewhere else.

Hey, where do you think

you're going?

No, not the chair.

We'll die of boredom.

Don't be so melodramatic,

Hairball.

- Hey watch the fur!

- Let me go!

No, no, no,

or you're gonna

get in trouble.

Hey, Trouble's my middle name.

Haha, you can't

get us.

Try and catch us now.

Hey, watch that fur.

Yeah, Mom just gave us

a bath.

- Judge Tommy?

- Yeah, since when does he hate fun?

Tommy, can you get

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