Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas Page #5

Well, since he's not coming,

at least we can eat

all his cookies.

Not hungry.

Hey, Dad,

here's one from me. Open it.

Maybe later.

Max?

Burglars!

Santy!

Merry Christmas.

Santy, I'm so happy you came.

Gosh! I thought you'd be taller.

And you look trimmer

than your pictures.

Well... you know...

camera adds 50 pounds.

You have to meet Maxie.

Yeah, love to,

but... gotta get going.

Two billion kids, 823 a second.

Very tight schedule.

Wait, Santy,

he's around somewheres.

Wait! Santy.

Santy.

- Maxie?

- Hi, Dad.

What are you doing

dressed up like Santy Claus?

I just wanted to make you happy,

like you did for our neighbours.

Maxie, I might have let you down,

but you sure didn't let me down.

Could it be? Do you think?

Gosh! It sure looks like...

Santa Claus.

I believe it is.

Wow, my own one-of-a-kind,

carbon fibre, torque rod,

snappy flexed, tip-to-tail,

rail-to-rail, wood core,

twin-directional snowboard.

- Thanks, Santa.

- What's all the commotion?

If it's another robber,

I'm gonna get... him.

Santa?

Well, hey, Santa,

I believed in ya all along.

For real and for true.

So, where are my presents?

Merry Christmas!

But what about my squirty gun

and my yo-yo?

I know you can hear me.

Santa didn't forget your gift,

did he?

Every year, I ask for the same gift,

and every year I get it.

What's that?

- Your happiness.

- Uh-oh.

What is it, son?

Got you the same thing.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Merry Christmas, Max.

Where are you going?

To share my present

with little Jimmy next door.

That's my boy.

So, Christmas is found

in the way we live,

Not what we receive,

but what we can give.

Our last present may seem small,

Not fancy, flashy or special at all.

But this gift can be given

by the rich or the poor,

/t's a gift of the heart,

and it means so much more.

Thanks, Joe. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, George.

You working?

Not tonight. It's Christmas Eve.

There it is, Pluto.

The perfect gift

to go with Minnie's watch.

My Minnie.

They close at five.

I'm a little short now,

but you and I are gonna make

lots of tips today.

- Aren't we, fella?

- Yeah.

After work we'll pick it up.

Let's get this tree to Minnie's.

Figaro, there's nothing but bills.

How am I going to afford

to get Mickey a present?

Ah, Mickey,

when you play your harmonica,

my heart sings.

An instrument like that

deserves a special case.

Yeah. Some day.

Come into the kitchen.

Breakfast is almost ready.

I'm not eating you

out of house and home?

Course not, silly. I have plenty.

For me?

Have you got the time, Minnie?

- Let's see, it's...

- Gosh, sure is a beautiful watch.

My one heirloom.

It'd look nice with a gold chain

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes