The Search for Santa Paws Page #3

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we'll be fine.

We'll visit some ambassadors

for the Santa Cause,

talk to the children and

be back in a Christmas minute.

- l packed you a bag.

- Thank you.

Your suit, hat, gloves,

and some of my sugarplum pie.

And you seem to have forgotten

your North Pole pin.

l love you.

- Goodbye, Santa!

- Bye, Santa!

Now Dasher, now Dancer,

now Prancer and Vixen,

on Comet, on Cupid,

on Donner and Blitzen!

Will? You awake?

lt's just the incinerator, Quinn.

Janie said Ms Stout

put her doll in there,

and if we didn't behave

Ms Stout would put us in there, too.

She's just saying that to scare us.

Ms Stout is not gonna put

Janie or anyone else in there.

Go back to bed, OK?

Oh, there she is, Paws,

the grand lady.

- The Statue of Libem.

- Wow! She's amazing.

Whoa! Comet, our landing spot

is Central Park.

- Put her down gently.

- All right, Santa.

Wow! UFO.

That's good.

Well...

OK, fellas, you get some rest.

We'll be here

waiting for you, Santa.

Yes, come on, Paws.

Nice bag.

l love the energy

of New York City.

There's nothing like it.

Wow, this is way huger

than the workshop.

Now, Paws, New York City

is a great big place

with a lot of people,

and only those who believe

in the magic of Christmas

can understand North Pole

animals like you.

So you need to be vey careful.

What the heck? Watch where

you're going, you old geezer!

l'm so sory, ma'am.

Here, let me help you with these.

Just arrived in the big city.

Stop your dog from yapping.

Shouldn't he be on a leash?

Not eveyone

has the Christmas spirit, Paws.

She's not vey jolly.

Why don't you mind

your own beeswax, buster.

Mery Christmas.

- Madam, your hat!

- Don't wory. l'll get it.

Paws! No!

Stop!

Did you see that?

Santa! Are you OK?

- Oh, no! Santa's hurt!

- That guy just got hit.

Help, somebody help!

Oh, Mr Elf, Mr Elf!

l need your assistance.

Santa's really hurt!

Oh, no!

He just walked out.

- Anyone know first aid?

- l got this under control, sir.

l'm a... paramedical guy.

Mr Elf, wait up!

Look, there's no need for you to

stick around. You can get outta here.

All right, move along, eveybody!

Move along! There's nothing to see here!

Get away from me, you mutt!

l'm gonna have to report you to Eli,

Santa's head elf.

What have we here?

Nice, vey nice.

Help!

You all right there, bud?

Gus saw your whole mishap.

Could say l saved your life.

Where am l?

New York City.

Manhattan. Ring a bell?

All l hear is bells.

Jingle bells in fact.

Come on, let's get up.

Oh, no!

Which way was Santa?

- Thank you for your assistance.

- Yeah.

- Anyway you could direct me to...

- Yeah. No, no, l'm in...

l'm in a bit of a hury, bud.

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