How Murray Saved Christmas Page #2
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- 2014
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You're, uh, supposed to point it
away from your face.
Ho ho! Don't worry, son.
I'm perfectly schnibble
and ready to glibble.
- You're starting to dribble.
- Really?
All of the toys
fell out of the sled.
And they bounced one by one
off of poor Santa's head.
Mama!
Gah!
Oh, nutmeg.
Anyone else hear that?
Hmm, it needs work.
Globble, glibble, ish,
kibibble. Hee hee!
Mmm!
Appetite... Good.
When someone is having
a less than a jolly day,
they call on this man.
His name is Doc Holiday.
Diaper rash.
- Ooh! Ooh!
- Seasickness.
I'm under such pressure
to see my shadow
and get winter over already.
What if I don't see it?
I mean, should I lie?
Diaper rash.
- Aah! No...
- Claus-trophobia.
One year I was certain
I saw my shadow,
but it turned out to be
an oil stain on the pavement.
I cannot tell a lie.
Ha ha. You're fat.
I'm a rodent,
not a meteorologist.
Uh, diaper rash.
Uh, how's it look, Doc?
Would you like to hear
the bad news first?
I'd rather hear the good news.
Oh, I didn't say
there's good news.
Heh heh. In layman's terms,
Santa Claus is suffering from...
Superficial fractures of
his little baby toeses.
His ears moved south
and now his mouth is pushed up
where his nose is.
I'm prescribing aspirin
in super megadoses
for superficial fractures of his wittle,
bitty toeses.
Where exactly did
you go to med school?
Colombia.
Bogota, Colombia.
He's got inflammation and abrasions,
bruises and contusions,
spinal fusion, great confusion
marked by weird delusions.
Inflammation and abrasions,
bruises and contusions.
Doc Holiday
never cured anything.
But you had to admit,
the guy sure loved to sing.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Oy!
Stop. Stop!
This is terrible!
I didn't mean
to frighten you.
It's just a slight
concussion.
I know that you
feel terrible.
The bad news must
be crushin'.
Make sure he gets lots of rest
so there's no repercussions.
I will.
But Christmas
must be canceled.
That's the end of
the discussion.
Christmas must be canceled.
That's the end of
the discussion.
All right.
I ruined Christmas.
I mean, that's not the worst
thing in the world.
Actually, it is.
I've done the worst thing
in the world.
People will forgive me in time.
They'll be able to look back
at this and laugh...
Ha ha...
In say 6 billion, 8 billion years.
So let's review.
I hurt Santa, broke his toys,
ruined Christmas,
and now I'm stuck in a trench.
Help! Help!
Hmm...
Oof!
Where are you going?
What's all the rumpus?
So long, Easter Bunny.
Good-bye, Columbus.
There in the snow
stood the holiday stars,
every last person
in Stinky Cigars.
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