The Search for Santa Paws Page #3

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She looks like a hedgehog.

What's a hedgehog?

lt fits perfectly.

l hope your grandpa's suit fits Bud.

You know Grandpa Hucklebuckle used to

say that Santa himself gave it to him.

Do l look funny?

No. No. Bud, you look great.

lf l wasn't an adult, l'd believe

you were Santa himself.

l don't think you're

ever too old to believe.

Why don't you ty the chair out, Bud?

lsn't that the most beautiful bike

you've ever seen?

- Is this Santa's workshop?

- No, silly, it's just a toy store.

You have to have money to buy stuff.

Will, look!

It's Santa Claus!

He's not real. He's just here

to help sell toys.

lt's rather comfortable.

Ho, ho, ho, Mery Christmas!

You can come in.

l don't got any money

to buy toys.

That's OK, sweetie.

What's your name?

- Quinn.

- Quinn?

Are you here with your mom and dad?

They didn't make it.

Then who are you here with?

ls that your big sister?

Do you wanna talk to Santa? OK.

Come on.

And who do we have here?

This is Quinn.

Quinn.

That's a pretty name.

Would you like to tell Santa

what you want for Christmas?

Well, hop on up.

Sory. l had to see if you were real.

That's quite all right.

So what would you like Santa

to get you for Christmas, little one?

l'd like it if you could

give Will the bike in the window.

She's really nice, even if

she doesn't believe in Santa.

And the girls at the foster home

need something to cheer them up.

Like a puppy or something.

lsn't she adorable?

Come on, Quinn, we have to go!

We'll see what Santa can do

for your friend, Will, and the girls.

Thank you. Mery Christmas!

Mery Christmas, Quinn.

l told you. Santa is not real.

No, l pinched him. He's real.

You'll see.

Whatever you asked for won't happen.

My mom says Christmas wishes

come true if you believe.

- Well, your mom was fibbing.

- Take it back!

- What?

- Take back what you said about my mom.

No, l won't! Santa is made-up.

Bud? What did she ask you for?

Well...

She wanted me to get her friend, Will,

that red bike in the window.

And a puppy to cheer up

the girls in the foster home.

- She's an orphan?

- Yeah.

Aren't you a little fluffy poodle?

Hury up, laddies!

l'll take care of this lass.

Disgusting!

You filthy little poochie.

Let's go.

Get out of here, you mongrels!

- Hey, those are my sausages!

- Maybe those dogs have seen Santa.

Get back here!

Hey, that wasn't vey nice of you guys.

Go sniff a hydrant, meddler!

Yeah, laddie, who

invited you to the pam?

Allow me to introduce myself.

l'm Paws, from the North Pole.

Yeah, mon,

and l be da tooth faiy.

Listen, laddie, just because we're

street dogs doesn't mean we're daft.

You're clearly another one of those

uptown dogs with that bonny collar.

State your business, buster,

before l bite ya like a chew toy.

l need help finding Santa Claus.

You expect us to believe

you know the man himself?

What's in it for us, pal?

Well, l'm sure Santa Claus

will appreciate your help

and may even take

you off the naughty list.

Naughty list.

Gotcha!

- Help us, mon!

- Help!

And where have you mo been?

l was just showing Quinn

where to take out the garbage.

Well, l find that vey interesting

seeing as how we burn all the trash...

...in the incinerator.

Your hair looks

really pretty, Ms Stout.

- You don't say?

- Yeah.

Yeah, like a hedgehog!

But that's what you said.

l think it's time we show Quinn

the consequences of breaking the rules.

lnside!

Willamina knows that

when you break the rules,

you get to spend all night

down here in the basement.

You don't wanna be locked

down here all night, do you?

Well, good. l'm glad

we understand each other.

You're staying here,

and no dinner for you, either.

New kids always get me in trouble.

All right, doggies.

Let's get you in lockup.

Bursting bagpipes!

- Help!

- The situation is dire, mon!

Hang on, guys. l'll be right back.

You mutt!

Where did he go, mon?

Paws, you gotta bust us outta here!

Stand back, guys.

Come on, guys! Quick!

Let's run like da wind, mon!

Let's bust this joint!

- Get out of my way!

- Hey, watch it!

- What's a matter with you people?

- Get out of the road!

Dat was amazing! You really

are Santa Claus' dog, mon.

And that means we

really are on the naughty list!

Oh, yes, T-Money.

Multiple infractions.

You did us a solid, mon.

You be cool with us.

Now we're your peeps.

We'll keep an eye

out for Santa. Fo' real.

Thanks, guys.

l hate to interrupt, but we've got

to get away from the dogcatcher.

You go hide, Paws.

We got him covered.

There you are!

How am l ever

gonna find Santa?

One leaf from the Silver Linden

and the nature badge is all mine!

Whoa!

Hey, kid, do you believe

in Santa Claus?

- You can talk?

- We're from the North Pole.

We can communicate with all creatures,

as long as you believe in Santa Claus.

- l believe in Santa Claus.

- That's great!

Look, we need a big favour. Santa's been

gone longer than we expected.

We're worried about him.

Christmas is right around the corner.

But if you're Santa's reindeer,

why can't you just fly back

to the North Pole for help?

We can't fly without the

Christmas magic in Santa's cystal,

and we have no idea where he is.

We need you to find Santa Claus for us.

But there must be

a thousand Santas in New York!

But there's only one real Santa Claus.

You'll know him when you find him.

As a member of the 23rd Street

Junior Wilderness Adventurers,

- l will do my level best, Mr...

- l'm Comet.

- That's Dancer.

- Mr Comet, l'm Jimmy.

That's my leader.

l have to go!

l'm here! Here!

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,

you gotta stay with the group.

Now, come on. Let's go to the

Junior Wilderness Adventurer cave!

Marching. Marching. One, mo, three,

one, mo, three...

Help!

Help!

Has anybody seen Santa?

Help! Santa? Where are you?

Can anybody hear me?

- Hey, have you seen Santa Claus?

- You're a dog!

l've never met

a dog that talks before.

- Where did you come from?

- l came from the North Pole.

- My name's Paws.

- l'm Quinn.

Does that mean

you know Santa Claus?

Yeah! He's my best friend.

But l can't find him and

l'm supposed to take care of him.

Wow! He sure is quick

at granting wishes.

l have to go. If l get caught out here,

l'll have to go to the basement.

Can l come with you? l'm really lost.

The lady here is mean, so we

have to hide you real good.

Come on! Come on, Paws!

We can sleep here tonight and l can

help you look for Santa tomorrow.

- Good night, Paws.

- Good night, Quinn.

- Thank you.

- Hello!

And what's your name, young man?

Braiden. Bratty Braiden.

lt's what my brother

and sister call me.

Well, l see a kind boy who

wants to bring joy to his family.

- Really?

- Yes, really.

Now what would you like to give your

brother and sister for Christmas?

- Honey.

- What?

Bud is so amazing. The kids

are just drawn to him.

Excuse me.

- Can you help me pick out a few toys?

- Sure.

My friend, Alice, told me

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