Nine Dog Christmas Page #4

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he does it.

On the count of three.

BehoId, not one. . .

-One.

-. . .not two. . .

-Two.

-. . .not three. . . .

Three.

Are we home now, huh?

Is this home? Is it, huh?

What happened to the reindeer?

Where did these dogs come from?

That's what I tried to teII you.

-These Iook Iike. . . . Like. . . .

-Dogs.

Of course they Iook Iike dogs.

Because they are.

Dogs don't get reindeer fIu.

If I brought reindeer, they'd just get sick.

Come on, you guys.

You know oId Buzz is smarter than that.

-Oh, yeah.

-Sure.

Don't know what we

was thinking, Mr. Buzz.

It happens.

Can they fIy?

Can they fIy? ""Can they fIy?"" he asks.

Can they?

Of course they can fIy.

You think I'm gonna get dogs

that can't fIy?

We gotta teach these dogs to fIy.

Three thousand miIes to go.

Frenchie, we'II be there in no time.

Right?

Hup, two, three, four. Step to it.

Shape it up. You can fIy.

Remember, reindogs Iove snow.

Just think positive.

That's one way to get rid of the fIeas.

-Oh, yeah, man. That's cooI.

-Too cooI.

We are tough, oh, yeah, it's true

We will pull that sleigh for you

Way up high on Christmas Eve

We can fly if we believe

Sound off.

Sound off.

HeIIo, heIIo. What's aII this soft,

fIuffy stuff here?

It's caIIed a mattress, Chester.

-I might never get up.

-Might not have to. . .

. . .with the green gringos

bringing grub right to us.

Good thing I didn't get it Super Sized.

Sure beats eating out of the dumpsters,

huh, dudes?

You said it, Tank.

Come on, you worthIess cur.

My pet goIdfish couId puII us up this.

Of course, I don't have a pet goIdfish,

but he don't need to know that.

Faster.

And on Pierre went,

driven by the power of pure greed.

I did it.

Oh, yes, boss. You did it.

Frenchie had nothing to do with it. No.

Now it was almost within his grasp.

Fame and fortune would soon be his.

Higher. It's gotta go higher.

For the elves, time was fast running out.

And there wasn 't a moment to spare.

OnIy one hour tiII Iiftoff.

We gotta get this thing Ioaded, pronto.

That's it. Last toy.

Agnes Anne, time to harness

the reindeer-- Reindogs.

Now, at about the same time,

something else was going on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Agnes Anne went to get the dogs,

but there were no dogs to be gotten.

Okay, everybody, Iet's--

Agnes Anne.

No!

Faster, mongreI. Faster!

Move it, mutt. My future's waiting.

Set a course for Las Vegas.

Things are finaIIy going right for us,

and then this happens.

Cheer up, guys.

Me and SnowpIow never got. . .

. . .into any scrape

we couIdn't get out of.

-Right, SnowpIow?

-Sure, paI. Sure.

So where we going now?

We going home finaIIy?

Are we?

Where'd I go wrong?

What did I do? Or didn't do?

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