The Christmas Toy Page #2

didn't like it very much

when Rugby came along

and took her place as Jamie's

favorite Christmas toy.

Well, uh,

nobody likes it at first.

Yes.

Anyhow, anyhow,

I think I did a lot better

last year

than Rugby's gonna do this year.

- Oh?

- Yeah.

He doesn't understand anything

at all about Christmas.

Rugby, is this true.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Rugby?

Excuse me!

Eww, it's Mew!

Catnip! Just catnip!

Yes, uh, what is it, little Mew?

Uh, well, I probably

shouldn't tell you this,

'cause he probably

isn't supposed to,

but I think I'd better

tell you anyway

because if I don't tell you...

come on, Mew!

Get on with it!

Dah, Rugby's in danger!

He went out the door.

No! Out the door?

Oh, dear!

The living room never seemed

so far away

when Jamie was carrying me.

Still, far or not,

I've got to get there.

You can't have Christmas

without Rugby tiger,

bravest little tiger cub

in the world.

We must be bananas.

How many other families are

doing laundry on Christmas Eve?

Too much stress.

Much too much stress.

I can't believe Rugby would do

something that stupid!

No.

Did somebody call me?

Oh, no, Ditz.

Belmont was just saying

that Rugby was stupid

for going out the door.

Well, gee, that doesn't sound

so stupid to me.

- It doesn't?!

- No!

Well, what if he got caught

outside and was frozen forever?

Yeah.

- Oh, you're right!

- Yeah.

But when are you gonna get

to the stupid part?

Oh, oh, Ditz, please.

Could I explain it to you

some other time?

Right now, I have to figure out

what to do about Rugby.

Well, I don't know

what's so hard to figure out.

I mean, if Rugby

went out the door,

then we should just stick

our heads out and call him back.

Ditz?

Where are you going?

Ditz, where are you going?!

- Oh, emergency!

- Ditz has run out the door! Emergency!

No!

People coming!

People coming!

Hmm, a toy to trip over.

Probably lots of laundry, too.

I thought so.

Ditz?

Uh, Ditz?

Sorry, the number you have

dialed is no longer in service.

I'll go check Molly's room

and see how much of her

wardrobe's hidden under her bed.

Good luck.

And you can do Weegee a favor

and put him outside.

Okay.

Weegee? Weegee?

Here, Weegee.

I got to find him first.

That cat never wants

to go outside.

Weegee?

Here, Weegee!

Oh, poor Ditz, frozen forever.

It's horrible.

I hate seeing things

like this happen.

Hmm, fear is very bad

for my seams.

I duplicate your response.

I'm too t-t-t-t-terrified

to have a r-r-r-response.

Uh, I can't believe it.

They've forgotten

all about Rugby!

What if the same thing

happens to him?

Oh, well.

If nobody else

is gonna help Rugby...

Then I guess I will.

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