The Ultimate Christmas Present Page #4

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Every Once In A While,

They Get So Much Snow

That They Have To Close

Down The Schools

'Cause They Can't Clear

The Roads Fast Enough.

We Do It With This.

We'll Just Put It Outside,

Crank Up The Volume,

And Make It Snow Real Hard.

Are You Nuts? Do You

Know How Much Trouble

We Could Get In?

Sam...How Happy Would

Everybody Be If We Actually

Had A White Christmas In L.A.

For Like The First Time Ever?

We'd Be Doing

This Incredible Service

For Our Community.

Well...

And Guess What Else?

If Tomorrow Is A Snow Day,

Then We Have

2 Extra Weeks To Do That Dumb

Creative-Writing Assignment.

And Even More Important,

We Have A Whole Extra Day

To Plan What We're Going

To Wear For Blake's Party.

Am I Brilliant Or What?

In A Mad Scientist

Sort Of Way.

Mrs Thompson:
Allie!

Oh, Hurry, Hurry, Hurry!

I Need Your Help, Honey.

Yeah, Mom.

What Have You Guys

Been Doing In Here?

Uh...

The Floor's Soaked!

Oh, Sorry, Mom.

We'll Clean It Up.

Allie I Have 5

Parties In 2 Days.

I Need Some Help.

Ok.

Now! Get Some Towels,

Mop Up The Water So It

Doesn't Ruin The Floor.

And How Many Times Have

I Told You To Put Your

Dirty Clothes In The Hamper?

I'll Do It.

I'll Do It, Mom.

Don't. Don't. I Got It.

Ugh!

W-W-What Are You Doing?

Shh!

It Isn't Working.

Mmm, Maybe It Just

Takes Some Time.

Well, It Was

A Great Idea Anyway.

Better Get Started

On That Paper.

P.A.:
All Dollies

To Loading Dock B.

All Dollies

To Loading Dock B, Please.

Shirley, Has Santa Called In

From The Summer Cabin Yet?

Shirley:
No, Mrs. Claus.

All Right. Well, Then,

Send In The Elves.

Shirley:
Right Away.

Hey, Mrs. Claus!

Get Ready

To Be Impressed!

Say Good-Bye

To The Old North Pole

And Hello

To The New.

Santa's 21ST-Century

Toy Factory And Warehouse.

Every Square Inch

Of The 10-Mile Radius

Completely Automated.

Absolutely Nothing

Is Touched By Elfin Hands.

And Since Elves Are

Going To Be Obsolete,

We're Going To

Retrain Them To Be...

Telemarketers!

Taking Phone, Catalogue,

And Internet Orders

24 Hours A Day,

365 Days A Year.

I Know What You're

Thinking, Mrs. C.

"Crumpet,

What About Tradition?

"Won't The Public

Be Disappointed

With The Fact

That Santa Has Entered

The Digital Age?"

"No," We Say.

Phooey!

Because Half

The Stuff They Print

About Us Anyway,

Is Totally Wrong.

Heck, People Still

Think We're 3 Feet Tall

And Have Squeaky

Little Voices.

Ha Ha Ha.

So, What Do You Think,

Mrs. C?

Hey, Don't Beat

Around The Bush, Mrs. C.

All Right.

I Think It's The Worst

Idea I've Ever Heard.

Both:
Ohh.

Well, Is That

A "No" Or A "Maybe"?

(Telephone Rings)

Excuse Me.

Hello?

(Ring)

Hello?

(Ring)

Hello!

Mama, The Weather

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