Santa Claws Page #4

- Hey!

- Ow!

- Aww. Poor kitty is sick.

Kill me.

Oh, no! My other babies

are sick, too!

You guys need rest.

Two of you

have been sick,

and one of you has been

a very naughty kitty.

This is

humiliating!

But I still love you.

Come on, Pedro.

Good night,

my kitties!

Oh, guys,

a little help, please?

I think

you look cute.

Okay,

not funny, guys.

I think she's asleep.

Maybe we should stay.

She seems

to really like us.

I'm a prisoner.

Get out!

Okay, let's make

a break for it!

Run! Run! Run! Run!

Where are you going,

my kitties?

Run! Run! Run! Run!

Get back here!

Run! Run--

Oh, my shadow.

I did not look cute

in that dress.

We gotta hurry! Some many

couple hours left till sunrise.

And we still have the country

to go!

Hah!

Hah!

Oh, cute!

I say we keep 'em.

Yeah, let's get 'em!

Nope. Not playing

dress-up again.

- Let's get out of here.

- Get 'em!

- Let's go!

- I'm coming!

Are we done yet?

Not even close.

Aw, man!

Now who's next

on the list?

Oh for Ashley.

And one for Rachel.

Ashley. Ashley.

Mm. Huh?

Wake up.

Wow.

Okay, got it.

Run! There's a dog!

Ahh!

Ha ha. Hairball, stop

playing around.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas!

I'm starting

to get hungry.

- On your mark, set...

- Go!

Squeak!

Squeak, Maisy.

Oh, no, look at me!

I'm a poor

defenseless little mouse

who's in the middle of this

wide-open grassy knoll thingy,

and I am way too old,

blind and slow to move,

but yet

you cannot catch me.

You must be the silliest,

stupidest cat in history.

Oh, oh, look how close

you're getting.

Oh, you're

so close now.

Can't you smell

my goody mouseness?

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

I got you.

I got you, kitty.

Yeah, not as smart as

you look, are you? Huh?

I can't believe

you fell for that mouse,

you silly little

four-legged rodent.

That's right.

What?

Oh, shut up, cat.

We're almost done, guys.

That's great.

Homeward bound soon.

What's that sound?

Nothing, Hairball.

Probably just the wind.

Look out!

Shh!

Quiet.

Shh!

Not a word.

Not a word, cat.

Not a word.

Not a word from you.

Ah, no!

We're gonna crash!

Patches, do something!

I'm trying!

I'm trying!

I think

I'm gonna be sick!

Ah, no!

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

Whoa!

We're going down!

We're out of control!

Patches, put us down

in the snow!

If you would be

so kind to point out

where my reindeer

and sleigh are.

I am on a tight schedule, you see,

and I've gotta

get going.

Get away from my son,

you shopping mall freak!

Wait! Wait!

- I'm Santa Claus.

- Oh, sure.

And I'm Kate Middleton.

Listen. Stop.

Put that down.

Watch.

That's just a magic trick.

You had a candy cane

in your other hand.

Okay.

Watch that.

Hmm?

Nice try.

Tommy, go to my bedroom,

and get my cellphone.

No, Mom.

That's the real Santa.

Tommy, we've talked about this

time and time again.

Santa's not real.

Yes, he is.

I saw him

fall off the roof.

Well, now I know you're

just making things up.

Come on, Santa.

Show her.

Tommy...

did you buy a

Christmas tree this year

with your own

allowance money?

Do you know where

that tree is now?

Well, why don't you go

look in the garage?

You couldn't do it,

could you?

You couldn't throw away his

Christmas tree, could you, Julia?

Who are you?

How do you know my name?

And who told you

about that tree?

Did Tommy tell you?

I'm Santa Claus.

Is that so hard to believe?

Yes.

Ah, there you are.

Maisy.

Stop it. God.

Whoa! What the-- What

has gotten into you?

Here you go, Santa.

Why, thank you,

Tommy.

Enough with this phony baloney.

I'm calling the cops.

Mom, wait!

Just watch. Watch.

It's there.

Come on.

You're in there.

Yes.

- Ho ho ho ho!

- Whoa!

Yes.

Awesome!

Merry Christmas!

- Mom! You gotta come out!

- No!

Julia! Julia, I'm here!

Mom, please!

I'm calling

the cops!

Wait. Julia...

Come on.

Come on, come on.

Wow.

Wow!

Santa's hat.

It's real.

- Santa?

- I'm scared.

- I want to go home.

- Wow, what's up dudes?

- Oh my --

- Come on.

- We gotta get out of here.

- I'm hungry.

Let's find that list.

Just stay together.

Oh, Maisy.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm gonna need

your help.

You were eight years old

that Christmas.

You had two cats,

Baxter and Rigby,

and you wanted that 45

more than anything else

in the world.

What's a 45?

It's a record.

A what?

Do you know

what a CD is?

A what?

Oh, never mind.

Julia, the cat scared me,

and I stumbled, and I

knocked that record down,

and I broke it.

But you kept it

even though it was broken,

because you

wanted to remember

that Christmas

when you actually saw me.

And Marcus Bramble,

he saw me, too,

that night.

And for a while, the two

of you were inseparable.

And you put up with

a lot of hazing and teasing

by the other kids

because you believed in me.

But finally you

couldn't take it anymore.

Marcus could,

and he kept on.

That's why you hated him,

because he could do something

that you weren't able to.

Mom, I saw the ornament

in the front closet.

I know you believed

in Christmas.

Julia, you didn't want to put

Tommy through that same hurt,

through that pain, and so

you denied that I existed...

but here I am.

Your son,

he believed in me,

and here I am.

Santa?

It really is you!

Yes, it is.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, dear.

But why?

Why did you let them

tease us like that?

I begged and I begged

you to bring us proof

so that we could

show the other kids,

but nothing

ever came.

Julia, Christmas isn't

about proof or evidence.

It's about sharing in that

spirit and spreading the joy.

Now, if I gave you

evidence of my existence,

all that

would be in danger,

the North Pole,

Mrs. Claus,

the elves

and the reindeer.

It wouldn't be very fair,

now, would it?

I guess I have

pretty good proof now.

Here I am.

See, Mom? I told you I

could prove Santa's real.

Tommy, I'm so sorry for

giving you such a hard time.

It's just I didn't

want you to get hurt.

I know, Mom.

Uh, now that my life

is no longer in danger,

maybe you guys

can help me.

I really

could use some help

getting my reindeer

and sleigh back.

I mean,

it's getting very late.

I thought you knew.

Knew what?

The reindeer took off

with your sleigh.

Huh?

And my kittens.

You mean the kittens

that were in that box?

Yeah.

Oh, this is a disaster.

It's almost sunrise.

My magic runs out

at sunrise.

If it comes out that Santa

didn't finish Christmas,

I'll be ruined!

The kids'll riot

in the streets!

They'll be--

They won't go

to school anymore!

And grown-ups wouldn't

be able to force them to--

It'd be mass chaos

and hysteria!

It's terrible!

It'd be a catastrophe!

Santa, snap out of it!

Oh. O-Okay.

All right.

Way to be

the designated driver, Patches.

We lost the list!

Where are the reindeer?

They're gone!

You think they'll

come back for us?

Pfft. Yeah, right.

Those dummies probably don't

even know we're missing.

Let's find

that list.

Just stay together.

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