The Ultimate Christmas Present Page #5

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Machine Is Missing!

Oh! The Weather

Machine Is Missing?

Huh?

Santa:
It's Gone.

Santa:
It's Vanished.

It's Disappeared!

Oh, I Never Should've

Tossed It Out.

Mrs. Claus:

You Tossed It Out?

It Wasn't Working Properly,

And So I Was Frustrated,

And I...

I Threw It In The Trash.

And When I Went

To Get It Back,

It Wasn't There Anymore.

All Right, Darling.

It Must've Been

Just Misplaced.

Did You Search

The Cabin?

Yes.

Mrs. Claus:

Retraced Your Steps?

Yes!

Tell Him

To Check His Pockets.

Did You Check

Your Pockets, Dear?

It Can't Fit In My Pockets!

Oh.

Santa:
What If It Gets

Into The Wrong Hands?

There's No Telling

What Could Happen.

The Consequences

Could Be Disastrous!

Mrs. Claus:

All Right, Darling.

Calm Down.

There's No Time To Calm Down.

I Have To Find That Machine!

You Will.

I'll Send Help.

Fiona And Twinkle

Will Be There

Before You Can

Name The Reindeer.

Santa:
Christmas

Is 3 Days Away.

You Can't Spare

My Best Elves Now.

Mrs. Claus:
Don't Worry.

We'll Manage.

Give Me A Kiss.

Mama.

Papa.

Ho Ho Ho!

Mmm.

Bye, Dear.

Santa:
Bye.

Uh, We'll Go.

Yeah, We'll Go!

We Can Help Santa

Better Than Anyone.

Yeah, 'Cause, Uh,

When You Need To Find

A Lost Weather Machine,

We're The Only Elves

For The Job.

Please!

Please, Mrs. C.

All Right, Then.

Come On.

Oh Ho Ho!

It's A Light Load,

So You Shouldn't Need

More Than 2 Reindeer.

Let Me See.

Why Don't You Take

Prancer And Vixen.

They Don't Get Out Much.

Ok.

Except...

Except...

Except There's

One Small Problem.

What?

Tell Her.

Well, See,

I'm Kind Of Afraid

Of Reindeer.

I Got Bit Once

By Dasher.

Well, You Shouldn't

Have Poked Him.

I Didn't Poke Him.

I Petted Him.

No, You Poked Him

Like This.

Hey!

Hey, Back!

I'm Getting Always--

Boys.

I'll Fight You.

I'll Fight You--

Boys!

I'm Sorry.

But I'm Going To

Have To Send For

Fiona And Twinkle.

No!

No!

This Is

The Perfect Opportunity

To Show Off

Our Newest Invention.

Let's Show Her.

Let's Show Her.

Ok, Mrs. C.,

You're About To Witness

The Greatest Invention

In History.

Introducing...

North Pole S.U.V.

S.U.V.?

Both:
Santa Utility Vehicle!

The World's Very

First Rocket-Powered

Toy-Delivery System!

(Telephone Rings)

Hey, Joey.

Have You Studied

Much Shakespeare?

What's Shakespeare?

Forget It.

Allie!

What?

Your Father Would

Like To Talk To You.

You're Gonna Get It

Mr. Thompson:
Hello?

Hi, Dad.

What Is This I Hear

About You And Samantha

Practically Destroying

Your Room?

Um, Well, Things

Kind Of Got A Little

Out Of Hand.

It's...Kind Of

A Long Story.

But We Cleaned

Everything Up.

Allie, You're 13 Years Old.

That's Too Old To Be

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