Nine Dog Christmas Page #3

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""Pierre La"" . . . .

Can you read it, Agnes Anne?

I wouId if I couId, but I can't read.

Miss? Ma'am? What's that say?

That says ""Rond,"" dear.

""Rond, dear. "" Rond. . . .

Reindeer. Reindeer.

Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

You're weIcome, dear.

-How many are in there?

-I don't know.

-Eight or--

-Perfect.

But I don't know if these reaIIy are. . . .

Of course they are. I think.

They are a IittIe smaII,

and the coIors are kind of funny.

But they're reindeer, aII right.

WeII, if the boss says so,

then reindeer they are.

Come on, Santa's back in business.

HeIIo? Anybody here?

We've got a first-cIass emergency.

We'II write a note.

Say we borrowed the reindeer.

The owner's gonna understand.

I'II say Santa wiII make it up to him.

Come on, Frenchie.

We've gotta find some suckers.

Or, as some caII them, customers.

Don't bother me now, we got work to do.

What is. . .? That's my truck!

Stop! Thief!

Are we going home now, McGregor?

Are we going home? Are we?

-I'm not sure where we're going, friend.

-But we're on our way.

North PoIe? Come on,

we gotta get them dogs back.

We've never been on the road

this Iong before.

I'm ready. Let me at him. Bring it on.

-FaIse aIarm, Chester.

-Go fetch it?

Whatever it is, oId Fetch'II fetch it.

He chases everything.

-Where do you think we're going?

-We're going home.

We're going home.

Poor bIoke. Just don't understand.

This is our home.

The truck went on and on

into a world they'd never known.

A place they'd never dreamed existed.

Mr. Buzz, are you sure

we're going the right way?

We're on course, of course.

The North PoIe is just over that hiII.

GIad I found my spare spectacIes, or it'd

be the South PoIe just over that hiII.

So, what's your story? Runaway?

Kicked out? Why'd you Ieave home?

I never had much of a home.

You see, me and SnowpIow,

we've been on the streets since. . . .

WeII, going on forever, I guess.

WeII, we get by. SnowpIow,

he gets us out of aII kinds of scrapes.

I had a home once.

A great house, firepIace. . .

. . .big dog bed with deep red cushions.

They decided to move,

but they couIdn't take me with them.

Too much troubIe, I guess.

WeII, that-- That reaIIy stinks, huh?

I'II find another home.

Someday. We aII wiII.

Rope.

Chain.

Arc weIder.

SaIt and vinegar potato chips.

For me. PadIocks.

If Santa went

and dognapped them mutts. . .

. . .they gotta be worth more

than I ever imagined.

I'm gonna get them back,

whatever it takes.

StiII no sign.

Wait, somebody's coming.

It's him, it's Buzz.

We can bust out of here

if we work together.

We didn't think you were

gonna make it, Mr. Buzz.

When Buzz says he's gonna do a thing,

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