Santa Paws 2: The Santa Pups Page #6

on my pond again.

Are you okay?

Ow!

No! The Great Christmas Icicle

is melting faster

than we ever could have imagined!

If there's anyone that can handle

a disaster such as this one, though,

it's my darling Mrs. Claus.

Sheriff, you're a very nice young man

and I don't want to break your laws,

but I can't oblige and stay here.

Hmm.

Oh, no!

My crystal's very, very weak.

This is not good.

Oh, dear! Mrs. Cane?

Come on. Oh, dear!

Thank you, ladies.

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, dear! Whatever could

you three have done to end up in here?

It happened all so fast.

I don't know what to say.

This year, Christmas isn't normal

Normal in any way

Every year, we think of the

children on the children's floor

Bring them yummy Christmas

cookies from Holman's Cookie Store

When Mr. Holman drops off

the cookies every year, we say

"Thank you, Mr. Holman

This will make the kids' Christmas Day

But this year it was different

Mr. Holman never came

So we went to Holman's Cookie Store

on Arbor Street and Main

There we found the door

left open though the store was closed

"Let's go in

and check it out, girls"

No one was opposed

So we took a Holman's box

and filled it to the brim

We were set

to leave the cookie store

When Mr. Holman walked in

"What are you doing in my

store? What are you doing in here?"

We pleaded with him, "Show us

mercy You help us out each year"

'Cause every year,

we think of the children

On the children's floor

Bring them yummy Christmas cookies

from Holman's Cookie Store

But Mr. Holman

wouldn't listen

"You shouldn't be in my shop!"

He just grabbed

a phone from on the counter

And yelled, "Get me the cops!"

Soon the cops

came to the store to take us all away

In all the loud noise

and confusion

No one heard us say

Every year, they think of the

children on the children's floor

Bring them yummy Christmas cookies

from Holman's Cookie Store

But this year, it was different

Mr. Holman went insane

Thank you, Mr. Holman

You made this

our worst Christmas Day!

Ever!

Keep it down!

Oh, my!

Okay. It's time, Pups.

The coast is clear.

I know where your collar is.

I'm really impressed, Baxter.

You're helping us save Christmas

even though you might

get in big trouble.

That's, like, totally selfless.

Okay. Okay, let's get outta here.

- Go, go, go, go, go!

- Come on!

Now, hurry!

Let's get our crystal back.

Oh!

Sarah, Carter! There you are.

Hey, what happened

to your eye?

Emmett started it.

Yeah, well, I hope

you gave him a knuckle sandwich.

Where's Mrs. Cane?

She didn't pick me up from school.

Yeah.

Well, she's been arrested.

"Reindeer trespassing,"

of all things.

Look, I gotta go.

It's really busy at work.

People are suing each other like crazy.

But what about our family dinner?

You're on your own.

He's sick, Carter.

What? What do you mean?

He's got a Christmas Cold, too.

And the only one

that can help us is Mrs. Cane.

And she's in jail,

and no one cares!

What do we do, Carter?

Beats me.

People are mean and selfish.

There's nothing we can do about that.

But that's not what Mom said.

Mom said people are kind and good.

Well, Mom was wrong!

And she's not here anymore.

So it doesn't really matter,

does it?

You guys, let's go.

Come on!

Well, over there is Brutis.

He's the meanest dog

in the entire county,

so we should maybe

forget about the crystal.

We don't have any choice

if we want to save Christmas.

We'll have to sneak by him

to get inside.

Should I sing him a lullaby

to keep him sleeping?

While you guys sneak in?

Jingle, seriously?

Look for the glow.

Guys, look. Look.

Right there, right there!

How do we get up there?

Leave this one to the radical pup.

Extreme ascents are my specialty.

- Yeah!

- Way to go!

Yay!

Drop the crystal down to me, sis.

I got it.

Remember, Hope,

be careful on the descent.

Don't worry.

The descent is my favorite part.

No, don't!

You'll wake up Brutis!

That was radical!

You guys should really take a turn.

Oh, no.

I don't like being woken up.

And I especially don't like

being woken up by intruders.

Baxter, are you trespassing?

Explain yourself.

We were...

Brutis, sir, don't hurt Baxter.

Please, it's all our fault.

And who are you?

We're the Santa Pups

from the North Pole.

We flew here with Mrs. Claus

and the reindeer,

but we messed up and cast

some sort of spell with our magic crystal.

Brutis, I know it's hard to believe,

but it's true.

Haven't you noticed

your human behaving strangely?

He has been pretty grouchy,

actually.

He's never gone this long without

playing with me or giving me a treat.

It's like he...

Lost his Christmas Spirit?

Yeah.

If we don't get the crystal back

and find Mrs. Claus,

we fear Christmas will be gone forever.

You mean, no new chew toys

on Christmas morning to unwrap?

No Christmas cookie crumbs

to lick up?

Not on this dog's watch.

Thank you, Mr. Brutis.

Is there anything

we can do to help you?

Actually, can you guys get Santa

to take me off the naughty list?

The mailman incident was unfortunate,

but we've both grown a lot since then.

I have a naughty reputation

when I'm actually very nice.

You can't judge a dog by his underbite.

You can count on us, Mr. Brutis.

We'll make sure

you get put on the nice list.

Much obliged.

Now, let's get you guys out of here

so you can save Christmas.

You sure this is Pineville, Eddy?

This is the place.

Wow, it looks like things have

gone downhill fast.

We'll have to locate

Mrs. Claus immediately.

Oh, no. Eli,

I can't see the crystals anymore.

The magic has become too weak.

We'll have to find them

the old-fashioned way.

Our instincts and intellect.

All right, Mrs. Claus' last recorded

position was the Reynolds' house.

- Turn right here.

- Gotcha.

I think we should

get one for each of the kids.

Ice cream!

What's an ice cream truck doing here

in the middle of December?

And at eight o'clock

in the morning?

Hiya, kids!

We're wondering

if you could help us.

We're looking for a jolly,

white-haired lady.

Little red suitcase?

I think you might be

looking for Mrs. Cane.

Mrs. Cane?

As in "candy cane"?

Did that dog just talk?

What are you talking about?

It just barked.

Looks like

we have a believer.

I'm sorry, mister.

She's a little confused.

All this Christmas stuff

is going to her head.

No, I'm not, Carter.

And she's in jail!

Jail!

Well, we have to get to her

in a Christmas minute.

We gotta bust Mrs. Claus

out of the pen,

the clink, the slammer,

the joint, the hoosegow.

Yeah, so you're trying to tell me

that Mrs. Cane is actually Mrs. Claus?

Carter, we really need your help.

Yes, we do.

See, I'm Eli,

Santa's head elf.

And we don't have much time.

What in tarnation?

Oh.

Carter, Sarah.

Hello.

Sheriff Andy, we've come to get

Mrs. Cane out of jail.

Well, there's a hefty bail

to get her out,

which your father said

he wasn't willing to pay.

Crying out loud.

Is that enough?

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