The Search for Santa Paws Page #2

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- What's ''dopted?''

- Adopted.

That's when a new mom and dad

think you're cute and take you home.

They like little kids.

Not older ones like me.

Come on, l'll show you where we sleep.

Jenny just left, so l guess

this is your bed now.

l'll let you settle in,

and l'll be back in a little bit.

All right, Eli.

What was so important?

Well, we all know you've been

feeling a little blue, sir,

and l think with the help

of a little Christmas magic,

we could cheer you up.

My goodness!

l guess he's going to need a name!

He is yours to name, dear.

l think l'm going to name you Paws.

You and l are going to be

best friends for all eternity.

- Eternity? How long is that?

- Why, forever, young pup!

Yes, wonderful.

Yes, vey nice.

Take the reins, Paws!

Easy! Here, let me help you there, Paws!

Honey, this store has barely

broken even for the past 30 years.

And what's curious is that Grandpa made

a profit of exactly one cent evey year.

Well, l have a feeling your grandfather

was not in this for the money.

Then why did he put

that stipulation in the will

that we have to make

a profit over Christmas?

l don't know.

Maybe Grandpa Hucklebuckle wanted

to make sure the store was run properly.

We need something to bring in customers.

What about a store Santa?

Kids love to go see Santa.

- Yes, a store Santa, of course.

- Yeah.

That's a great idea!

Where do you get a store Santa?

l don't know... the Internet?

Who will kiss my head

When l lie in bed

And who will hold my hand

Who will understand

Who will sing my song to me

Who will hold me tight

ln the dark of night

And who will brush my hair

Rock me in my chair

Who will sing my song to me

Who will sing my song to me

Now that you are gone

What are you doing out here?

You better get in here.

It's almost lights out!

What's that?

My mom's favourite Christmas decoration

from when she was a little girl.

We used to hang it on the tree together.

lt's nice. Don't let

Ms Stout see it, OK?

- Don't let Ms Stout see what?

- Nothing.

What are my rules about toys?

- Hey, that's mine!

- Not anymore!

- Please! You can't just...

- Watch me!

l've got some errands to run.

Will, you're in charge.

And the rest of you had better

be fast asleep by the time l get back.

lt's OK, Janie.

We'll get it back.

No, we won't.

We both know where it's going.

It's never coming back.

Where is it going?

OK, sir, l've prepped the reindeer

for landing in Central Park.

Ever since Mr Hucklebuckle's passing,

Christmas spirit has been

out of whack in New York.

You mo be careful down there

and stick together.

l'll watch out for Santa.

That's what best friends are for!

Don't you wory, my darling,

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