Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas Page #3

the goof master himself.

Say, we got us

some more work to do, Max,

or Santy won't find our chimney.

Ain't that quaint? The goof brain

thinks there's a Santy Claus.

There isn't?

Like father, like goof.

Kid's got the goof gene

in his bloodstream.

There is too a Santa!

Now, son, come here.

See, it's an urbane myth,

like that Locked Ness Monstrosity,

and the fella with the sweets

takes cheques.

Well, think of it.

An old guy in a red suit

cruising the entire world

in one night,

using reindeer what fly.

Why, it's impossible.

Look, kid, I've been around, see.

I've been to foreign lands,

like Brooklyn,

and I've never seen,

nor met a soul who's seen,

this Santy Claus fella.

Look, Maxie, I found the front door.

So long, neighbours.

Have a very merry Christmas.

And a happy New Year.

Do-da-do-do

Cows and Cauli...

Hey, how about giving

your old man a hand?

What is it, Maxie?

Why, you look like Santy Claus

put coal in your stocking.

I heard there isn't any Santa Claus.

Who went and told you

a silly thing like that?

Mr Pete.

Well, that figures.

Of course there's a Santy.

Or we'd have out-of-work elves.

You think?

Think? Heck, I'm sure.

Son, have I ever been wrong?

No.

A broken clock is right

two or three times a day,

and this time I'm right.

Believe me, Santa won't let you down.

- You really think he'll come?

- Why, as sure as pigs fly.

Hey, Dad,

what did you ask for from Santa?

You know, just the usual.

What's that?

It's a surprise.

Now, plug her in

and let the joy of Christmas shine.

That'll put

the spirit of Christmas in you.

Course there's a Santa.

Believe me,

Santa won't let you down...

An old guy in a red suit,

cruising the entire world in

one night, using reindeer what fly.

Why, it's impossible,

impossible, impossible...

Hiya, Maxie. Wanna help?

Did you know that there are

two billion children in the world?

No wonder

I keep tripping over roller skates.

That means Santa would have to make

800 visits a second,

not including bathroom breaks.

I guess old Santy's

been at it so long,

he figured out the short cuts.

FLOUR:

Looks like it's gonna be

a white Christmas.

Dad, this is serious.

I know, son, but...

Gosh!

Something sure smells mighty tasty.

But how can a reindeer fly?

That's easy,

it's those antlers, they...

You know, with the wind

and all, that creates lift...

Ah ah ah! Hot!

Still, it's a lot of work

for one guy.

That's why we leave him cookies,

for a pick-me-up.

Just doesn't quite make sense, Dad.

Chestnuts.

Where are we going, Dad?

To share the joy of Christmas

with those less fortunate.

Shouldn't Santa be doing this?

Santy's on a tight schedule

this time of year,

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