The Night They Saved Christmas Page #2

here at-- at Site A.

But dynamiting here at Site B

would most certainly destroy

North Pole City.

We're-- we're smack dab

next to it.

Blow up Santa Claus?

And destroy North Pole City?

Arnie gets crazier every year!

Arnie?

Oh, I gotta give you credit

though, I-- I couldn't have

pulled it off with a straight

face.

Go on, go on, tell us what

happened next.

Well, he looks me straight in

the eye, and he invited us all

to visit Santa Claus tomorrow!

But why us?

Well, he wants to convince us

to stop dynamiting at our sites

because he's afraid we're gonna

blow up Santa Claus.

Did Arnie finally

own up to it?

I haven't spoken to him yet.

I think he's still out of town.

There aren't any little

people around here.

Where in the world did he

find him?

Well, knowing Arnie, I'm sure

he had him flown in just for the

occasion.

Maybe it isn't a joke!

Maybe he really is Santa Claus'

chief elf.

That's impossible.

Santa Claus is just a

mythological figure.

What's a mytha-- myth--

It's nothing, C.B.

David's just being a smart

aleck.

No.

Hey... I was just kidding.

Well, it isn't funny.

May I be excused?

Me too?

Yes, go ahead.

What's wrong, honey?

Nothing.

Come on.

Now I know what David meant.

Meant about what?

You know-- Santa Claus.

What about Santa Claus?

I guess Curt Larson wasn't

lying.

There is no Santa Claus.

He isn't real.

Mom?

You always said you wouldn't

lie to me.

I want to know.

Tell me, please?

For all of us who believe in

Santa Claus, he is real,

in our hearts.

But he's not a real person?

Uh... well, no.

Not in the same way that

you and I are.

You just ruin everything!

I hate you, Mom,

I wish you were dead!

Don't you dare talk to your

mother that way.

Now, go to your room!

That's all you ever say to

me, "Go to your room!"

I hate you too, Dad.

I really hate you!

Was that necessary?

Why don't you try to understand

him instead of losing your

patience?

Very good, sport!

You're really getting the hang

of that thing!

Come on, C.B.!

Sit on my lap and you can steer!

No, thanks.

Oh, stop being indulgent.

Ride with Dad.

Will you please talk English?

Okay, it's my turn then!

Uh, hold it, honey.

You better put this snowmobile

away.

You don't wanna be late for

school, and I gotta get to work.

But we only got a half a day

today.

Do we have to go?

Mom said we were gonna decorate

the tree today.

Yes, you have to go.

We'll start on the tree

after lunch.

Now, put the snowmobile away,

change your clothes,

and get going.

Fred, you're an idiot.

You're an absolute idiot!

No.

No.

No!

That's what they want us to do!

Two words, Fred.

"Walk away!"

Gaylord and those corporate

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