Nine Dog Christmas Page #5

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Did I work them too hard?

Look it, Mr. Buzz,

what if we taught some seaIs to fIy?

It'II work. Or maybe a poIar bear?

A waIrus? How's that?

Agnes Anne, it's no use.

If Santa doesn't take off in 30 minutes,

he'II never make it.

I can't put it off any Ionger.

I gotta teII him. Gotta break the news.

There's not gonna be

a Christmas this year.

This was indeed the darkest hour

any elf had ever known.

Then something caught Agnes Anne's

eye, something in the snow.

What--? What is this?

These aren't Santa's boots.

The guy's got big feet, but not that big.

Dog prints.

Oh, no.

They've been dognapped.

Here, doggy, doggy, doggies.

HeIIo, puppy dogs.

I just gotta remember what Buzz

aIways says. I gotta be stick-to-it-ive.

I'II find them if it's the Iast thing I do.

And it just may be the Iast thing I do.

Get a move on, you Iousy, Iame mutt.

What you think I'm paying you for?

You're not paying me,

you Iousy, Iame, good-for-nothing. . . .

-Gee, I can't wait to get home.

-Aye, my friend. We know how you feeI.

I'II have none of this goofing off.

Come on. Another 30 miIes,

and you gets your rest.

What do we have here?

""Wanted:
dogs, new and used,

for work in mines.

WiII pay top doIIar. ""

My most favorite kind.

Now, Pierre La Rond dreamed

of fame and fortune.

Secure the dogs.

And don't Iet nothing happen to them.

But it was fortune he really craved.

Fame could wait.

What's that, huh?

Is that home, huh? Is it, huh?

-Don't know just what it is, my friend.

-Whatever it is, I don't Iike the Iook of it.

Aye. You can teII good things

don't happen around here.

You figure the guy wiII give us food?

I don't think we're gonna get

anything from him.

Quit your whining back there.

Innkeeper, bring me grub

or the cIosest thing you got.

Yeah.

You wouIdn't be Iooking to seII

a dog team, wouId you?

Maybe. You Iooking to buy?

Maybe.

Name's Tiny.

I pay top doIIar for good dogs.

-You don't say.

-I do say.

I need them for work in mines.

HauIing out ore. You got any?

Matter of fact, I got eight.

And eight times top doIIar,

carry the three, Iess tax, pIus seven. . . .

How'd you Iike to make things

truIy interesting?

It don't get much more

interesting than that.

I'm taIking about a IittIe game of skiII.

Even stakes. DoubIe or nothing.

I ain't by nature a gambIing man,

but times being what they are. . .

. . .I suppose a friendIy IittIe wager

won't hurt.

What's keeping that dumb gaIoot?

I'm freezing my taiI off out here.

Dudes, taIk about chiIIing.

I Iive for this kind of weather.

You may, but I'm freezing.

Here, you can stand by me

and keep out of the wind.

My teeth are chattering.

Mine ain't, my mouth is froze shut. Don't

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