Santa Claws Page #2

the door, please?

Hi, Tommy.

Is your mom here?

Look, I'm sorry if I was

short with you earlier.

It's just those Santas,

they're very special

to me.

It's okay, Mr. Bramble.

Your childhood delusions

are causing you to revert

back to a childlike state.

Heh heh.

Who said that?

Mom. She writes about it

in her blog.

Yeah, I know.

Is she around,

by any chance?

Mom! Mr. Bramble's here!

Hmm.

Hey!

Macaroni and cheese?

Oh. You cooked.

Oh, actually,

I also came over

because I wanted to see

if you had any superglue.

See, one of my Santas

fell outside,

and I want to fix it

before tonight.

All the stores

are closed.

Why by tonight?

Well...

so Santa can see them.

Okay.

There you go.

Uh... thank you.

You're welcome.

Yeah.

Well, actually,

if you guys

aren't doing anything

tomorrow night

and you wanted to

come over for dinner,

you're more than welcome

to stop by and...

Marcus, thank you,

but Tommy and I

will be busy

settling everything

for the kittens' adoptions.

Bramble? What is

he doing here?

It smells

like poo!

We would have done it sooner

but everything's closed

for the holidays.

Smells like you, Patches.

Geez, you roll in

fertilizer one time...

Well, let me know if you change your

mind about dinner tomorrow night.

Hey! Where you

going with that shoe.

- These shoes really stink!

- No Mary, it ain't.

Wait! Where's he going?

Hey! Get back here!

Look out!

Ahh!

- Timber!

- Bullseye!

Oh, my gosh!

I am so sorry.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

You got

something on your face.

Yucky.

I'm fine.

Better luck

next time, Bramble.

Tommy, we need to talk

about the cats.

Mom,

they're like family.

No. They are family.

Tommy, I can barely keep

up with the two of us.

I promise

I'll watch them.

We've already had

this conversation.

Money's just too tight.

I can't afford vet bills

for four cats.

Mom, please?

I'm sorry, but you know

that they're gonna have

to go up for adoption.

You never listen

to what I want!

I'm old enough to choose whether

I celebrate Christmas or not.

I bought this after school the day

before Christmas vacation.

Hey, you guys want

to hear a Christmas story?

"Merry Christmas to all,

and to all a good night."

I like that story.

Did you like

that story?

This kid has talent for

telling great stories.

Oh, no!

I want to

eat that book. Mmm.

Oh no! The Christmas

tree!

Is everything okay?

Yep. Just getting ready

for sleep.

Tommy, honey, we have

to talk about the kittens.

Well, good night.

Good night.

What is this?

What's what?

That.

My Christmas tree.

Please

don't take it away.

Where did you get it?

You said people should

work for what they want,

and I bought it

with my allowance.

Tommy, I'm glad you

understand that if you save,

you can get

the things you want,

but I can't allow you

to have that.

- But, Mom...

- Tommy, how many times have I told you?

Santa isn't real.

And there's no need

to have a tree

if we're not gonna put

presents underneath it.

- I know, but--

- Tommy.

- Go away.

- Tommy!

I said go away!

I'm sick of having

to act like an adult!

I'm gonna prove

that Santa's real!

Tommy.

I said go away!

First, Christmas?

I wonder what

she'll take away next?

I wonder what Easter's

like around here.

Poor Tommy.

I built this box

for you.

I'm gonna put you

in it.

I'm gonna give it

to Santa.

You're

gonna be nice,

because he's gonna

take care of you.

I promise, I'll never do

anything bad again.

What--What--No.

Wait. Wait. What?

Wait. Aww!

Ehh!

Can I even fit in here?

I'm gonna miss you guys.

We got

to get out of here.

Maybe Mom

will hear us.

Shh.

She can't hear us. She

must be sleeping.

Oh, no.

He's taking us

to our new home.

But we

want to stay here!

Where's Mom? Mom?

I don't want to go!

Mom? Mom?

Don't worry.

I'll get us out.

We promise we'll

be good from now on!

I swear!

Ouch! You stepped

on my tail!

Sorry.

Guys, I'll be right back.

Does that mean we can

get out of this box soon?

I don't know.

He said he'd

be right back.

I'm really

gonna miss you guys.

I'm gonna

miss you, too, Tommy.

You guys were

my best friends.

Oh, no! Mom, help!

Tommy, wait!

Tommy wasn't

kidding, then.

He really is

giving us to Santa.

Oh, he's close.

He's close.

Come on.

Where are you?

There you are.

He's here.

Come on.

Whoa! Whoa!

Good job, Donner, Blitzen!

Those Thompson twins

almost caught us.

What am I doing here?

I haven't been here

for years.

I have no presents

for this address.

Records indicate

a pick-up at this site.

Please proceed

to the chimney.

No, no. You don't--

I don't think there's any

presents for this address.

Records indicate

a pick-up at this site.

Please proceed

to the chimney.

All right.

All right.

Here we go.

Come on.

Tune in. Tune in.

No, tracking node,

come on.

Flip over.

Flip over.

Heh heh. Wow,

it has certainly been a

while since I've been here.

This guy needs to lay off the cookies.

- Wait. Is that Santa?

- It is.

Maybe he's gonna

take us to our new home.

But I like this one.

"Dear Santa, Mom--"

Hmm?

Oh. Cookies.

He gets cookies?

Aw, that's not fair.

- Mom?

Uh-oh.

No.

Wait!

Whoa!

- Wait!

- What's going on now?

Hey, guys!

Where is he taking us?

I never even got to say

goodbye to the litter box!

What's going on?

Whoa! Whoa!

Wait! Why are we

up on the roof?

Whew. That was close.

Let's see

what we have here.

We have a note.

It's Santa.

I gotta record this.

Tape. I need a tape.

What have we got here?

"Dear Santa, Mom won't

let me keep kittens.

Please take--"

Kittens?

Fifth grade recital,

no.

Ballet classes, no.

Kittens?

No, no. N-No.

No kittens.

"Sharknado,"

definitely not.

Dad's farewell speech,

yes!

Come on. Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

Come on.

Kittens. Kitten.

Ouch!

I'm gonna hurl!

My tail!

Just a hair ball.

Oh, jeez. Come on.

Oh, no!

Santa?

That was weird.

Uh, guys?

I think

we broke Santa.

He's not moving.

Tastes

like cookies.

Hey, guys, I think

we broke him.

Let me check

his pulse.

Psst! Up here, dudes!

Whoa, you can talk?

Whoa! Like, so can you.

Come on. Clock's a-ticking,

little dudes.

What do you mean?

These presents aren't gonna

deliver themselves, little bud.

You'll have to fill in

for the big man.

Things just can't get

any worse.

And then

this happens.

Come on!

I'll drive.

You can't even walk

on four legs.

How do you expect

to drive this thing?

Ooh. Hey. Hey.

Fish sticks.

Aw, you guys.

I can't get in,

you guys! Wait!

Santa?

Are you here?

Santa?

Hmm, how do you

work this thing?

Hey, furry dude,

hit the little red button

next to the screen.

This one?

Hello, and welcome

to the Santa Sleigh 3000.

I'm Tinsel.

I will be your liaison

to the H.O.L.I.D.A.Y.,

Helpful omni-longitudinal, international,

directional, accurate yuletide system.

System complete with CPS,

Christmas

Positioning System.

It appears that the sleigh

has not moved

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