Santa Claws Page #2

What is that?

Oh...

My...

Gosh!

I thought

you two broke it.

We did!

Yet there it is!

It's impossible!

It's horrible!

It's the Devil!

- Run!

- Run!

It'll eat us all

in one bite!

Gotta go! Gotta go!

We gotta get out of here!

Go! Go! Go!

Right behind you, guys.

Hello, tail.

- Don't look back!

- Patches, slow down!

- Wait!

- It's still coming for us!

Gotta go.

Gotta go. Gotta go!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Patches, look out!

Ouch!

Timber!

No. Oh, no!

Tommy, how about we try to

keep the kittens off my lawn?

And that's my cue

to leave.

Okay, buddy?

Okay.

Sorry, Mr. Bramble.

I'll help.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's okay.

Now, Tommy,

I'm gonna level with you.

These Santas have been

in my family for generations.

Creepy.

It's not creepy.

It's a tribute to the true

meaning of Christmas.

Sad. I have to tell a grown-up

that Santa isn't real.

Of course he is.

It's okay,

Mr. Bramble.

You don't

have to lie to me.

My Mom already

told me the truth.

She did?

Well, if you'll

excuse me, Tommy,

uh, I'm gonna have to find

myself some superglue, so...

Santas, hang out for a bit.

This chair is boring.

Let's go somewhere else.

Hey, where do you think

you're going?

No, not the chair.

We'll die of boredom.

Don't be so melodramatic,

Hairball.

- Hey watch the fur!

- Let me go!

No, no, no,

or you're gonna

get in trouble.

Hey, Trouble's my middle name.

Haha, you can't

get us.

Try and catch us now.

Hey, watch that fur.

Yeah, Mom just gave us

a bath.

- Judge Tommy?

- Yeah, since when does he hate fun?

Tommy, can you get

the door, please?

Hi, Tommy.

Is your mom here?

Look, I'm sorry if I was

short with you earlier.

It's just those Santas,

they're very special

to me.

It's okay, Mr. Bramble.

Your childhood delusions

are causing you to revert

back to a childlike state.

Heh heh.

Who said that?

Mom. She writes about it

in her blog.

Yeah, I know.

Is she around,

by any chance?

Mom! Mr. Bramble's here!

Hmm.

Hey!

Macaroni and cheese?

Oh. You cooked.

Oh, actually,

I also came over

because I wanted to see

if you had any superglue.

See, one of my Santas

fell outside,

and I want to fix it

before tonight.

All the stores

are closed.

Why by tonight?

Well...

so Santa can see them.

Okay.

There you go.

Uh... thank you.

You're welcome.

Yeah.

Well, actually,

if you guys

aren't doing anything

tomorrow night

and you wanted to

come over for dinner,

you're more than welcome

to stop by and...

Marcus, thank you,

but Tommy and I

will be busy

settling everything

for the kittens' adoptions.

Bramble? What is

he doing here?

It smells

like poo!

We would have done it sooner

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