The Search for Santa Paws Page #2

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ln the dark of night

And who will brush my hair

Rock me in my chair

Who will sing my song to me

Who will sing my song to me

Now that you are gone

What are you doing out here?

You better get in here.

It's almost lights out!

What's that?

My mom's favourite Christmas decoration

from when she was a little girl.

We used to hang it on the tree together.

lt's nice. Don't let

Ms Stout see it, OK?

- Don't let Ms Stout see what?

- Nothing.

What are my rules about toys?

- Hey, that's mine!

- Not anymore!

- Please! You can't just...

- Watch me!

l've got some errands to run.

Will, you're in charge.

And the rest of you had better

be fast asleep by the time l get back.

lt's OK, Janie.

We'll get it back.

No, we won't.

We both know where it's going.

It's never coming back.

Where is it going?

OK, sir, l've prepped the reindeer

for landing in Central Park.

Ever since Mr Hucklebuckle's passing,

Christmas spirit has been

out of whack in New York.

You mo be careful down there

and stick together.

l'll watch out for Santa.

That's what best friends are for!

Don't you wory, my darling,

we'll be fine.

We'll visit some ambassadors

for the Santa Cause,

talk to the children and

be back in a Christmas minute.

- l packed you a bag.

- Thank you.

Your suit, hat, gloves,

and some of my sugarplum pie.

And you seem to have forgotten

your North Pole pin.

l love you.

- Goodbye, Santa!

- Bye, Santa!

Now Dasher, now Dancer,

now Prancer and Vixen,

on Comet, on Cupid,

on Donner and Blitzen!

Will? You awake?

lt's just the incinerator, Quinn.

Janie said Ms Stout

put her doll in there,

and if we didn't behave

Ms Stout would put us in there, too.

She's just saying that to scare us.

Ms Stout is not gonna put

Janie or anyone else in there.

Go back to bed, OK?

Oh, there she is, Paws,

the grand lady.

- The Statue of Libem.

- Wow! She's amazing.

Whoa! Comet, our landing spot

is Central Park.

- Put her down gently.

- All right, Santa.

Wow! UFO.

That's good.

Well...

OK, fellas, you get some rest.

We'll be here

waiting for you, Santa.

Yes, come on, Paws.

Nice bag.

l love the energy

of New York City.

There's nothing like it.

Wow, this is way huger

than the workshop.

Now, Paws, New York City

is a great big place

with a lot of people,

and only those who believe

in the magic of Christmas

can understand North Pole

animals like you.

So you need to be vey careful.

What the heck? Watch where

you're going, you old geezer!

l'm so sory, ma'am.

Here, let me help you with these.

Just arrived in the big city.

Stop your dog from yapping.

Shouldn't he be on a leash?

Not eveyone

has the Christmas spirit, Paws.

She's not vey jolly.

Why don't you mind

your own beeswax, buster.

Mery Christmas.

- Madam, your hat!

- Don't wory. l'll get it.

Paws! No!

Stop!

Did you see that?

Santa! Are you OK?

- Oh, no! Santa's hurt!

- That guy just got hit.

Help, somebody help!

Oh, Mr Elf, Mr Elf!

l need your assistance.

Santa's really hurt!

Oh, no!

He just walked out.

- Anyone know first aid?

- l got this under control, sir.

l'm a... paramedical guy.

Mr Elf, wait up!

Look, there's no need for you to

stick around. You can get outta here.

All right, move along, eveybody!

Move along! There's nothing to see here!

Get away from me, you mutt!

l'm gonna have to report you to Eli,

Santa's head elf.

What have we here?

Nice, vey nice.

Help!

You all right there, bud?

Gus saw your whole mishap.

Could say l saved your life.

Where am l?

New York City.

Manhattan. Ring a bell?

All l hear is bells.

Jingle bells in fact.

Come on, let's get up.

Oh, no!

Which way was Santa?

- Thank you for your assistance.

- Yeah.

- Anyway you could direct me to...

- Yeah. No, no, l'm in...

l'm in a bit of a hury, bud.

See you around.

Bud?

Excuse me?

Pardon me? Pardon me?

- We're in a rush.

- Excuse me?

Excuse me? l...

Excuse me?

l was hoping you could help me.

You see, l don't quite

remember where l live,

or anything else for that matter.

Though l do have a vague recollection

that l was supposed to be heading north.

Then just take the north line.

Why, thank you for your assistance.

You're a fine young man.

- Mery Christmas!

- Yeah, Mery Christmas to you, too.

Can anyone help me?

l'm looking for Santa Claus.

What do we got here?

This whole night has been a bust.

It's just...

- What is...?

- Mery Christmas.

Happy Holidays!

Hey, Mery Christmas.

Thank you vey much.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey!

This is my turf, bud! Scram!

- l don't want any trouble, l just...

- Leave the bell!

- OK, OK, OK!

- Ho, ho, ho!

Ho. Ho, ho, ho!

Happy Christmas...

Happy Christmas to you.

Hucklebuckle Toys?

Well, the lady at the

Santa Claus agency laughed at me

when l asked if they had

any available store Santas.

l had no idea how

beautiful this store was. Look.

Kate, just don't get too attached

to this place, all right?

lt'll be up for sale

as soon as it's ours,

and then we're gonna go back to LA.

lt was kind of nice to have an extra

project to take my mind off it all.

l was kind of dreading the

Christmas season without a child.

l know, honey, come here.

Come on. Let's call it a night, OK?

- We had a big day.

- Yeah.

Hucklebuckle.

Good morning.

Thank you. Hello.

How are you? Morning.

Hey, the agency must have found one.

He's... perfect.

Look at him with his beard,

and the kind eyes, and that belly.

Yes. l guess l could

stand to lose a few pounds!

And the laugh is pretty good.

Vey convincing.

- Great job, honey!

- Well...

Wow...

What a beautiful place this is.

Thank you. It's been

in our family for years.

- So, can you start today?

- Start?

You're looking for work, right?

Well...

More like a home, really.

You see, l'm new in town and...

a little disoriented.

l didn't get your name.

My name...

Bud. They call me Bud.

Vey pleased to meet you, Bud.

l'm Kate. This is my husband, James.

Hi, Bud.

Well, what kind of

work is it, exactly?

Oh, in-store Santa.

You know, you talk to the kids,

you ask them what they want

for Christmas, you listen.

Oh, that sounds

like something l could handle.

- Great!

- So, we have a deal.

Bud, if you'd like the job,

and you need a place to stay,

we do have a spare room

with a bed in it.

Yeah, here, let me show you.

l don't know if you have your own

or whatever, but if you don't mind,

we would love for you to wear

my grandfather's old Santa suit.

- Yeah, for good luck.

- Certainly, l don't mind!

Great. All right.

All right, the Santa suit

is in this closet.

l hope it fits.

Why, hello, Cindy Cramord!

Oh, l'm sory. Must have been

a case of mistaken identity.

Franklin, you animal!

- Are we still on for Friday night?

- l'll call you.

l've gotta go get my hair done.

Where are you going?

- Who says l'm going anywhere?

- Can l come?

OK, but we have to hury.

Come on.

All right, Ms Stout takes

mo hours to get her hair done.

l don't know why she bothers.

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