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Well, I guess we'll have to move right on then to plan B.
[GIBBERING]
Hello? Snowy, this is Mrs. Claus.
On the double!
MRS. CLAUS: The Miser brothers. What a pair.
Now, if anybody should come by asking about her...
ALL: Too much
I could be Santa Claus
You mean they went down there out into that cruel world by themselves?
Its snowing on SouthTown!!
[MRS. CLAUS CHUCKLES]
He was taking their dog away in his truck and they were trying to catch him.
Things looked pretty grim from where Jingle and Jangle and young lggie sat.
Not very good. It never snows here.
Now, now, doctor. It's not just presents, and you know it.
Well, then, he's grossly unfair, that's what.
How could it be so? It came without ribbons!
And besides, the doctor says I'm really not up to snuff.
[SNEEZES]
[SINGING] When Santa Claus took a holiday
He's Mr. 101
Snow in southtown?
You just lay down here in the shade, girl. We'll be right back.
Madam, kindly state your business with that drippy snowman...
But, uh...
It will be cold on Christmas day Hey, hey, right here in Dixie
[SNEEZES]
None of you?
...one-tenth of your story's on the level.
Traipsing around in that stupid sleigh of his...
I'd like to, but I'd hate to let Mrs. C down.
Do you think you ought to, dear, with your cold and all?
ALL: Too much
They were asking us about Christmas and stuff.
Down the chimneys with his sack
[DOOR OPENS]
THEY CALL ME HEAT MISER
Santa and James, I believe in Santa Claus
I'll bet that dog was a baby reindeer.
GIRL: Hey, kids, look at the snow. It's really snowing.
JINGLE: I beg your pardon, young man. Uh, may we have a word with you?
- What's yours? - Uh, my... Well, I, uh...
BOTH: Yes, Mother dear.
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Just believe in Santa Claus
Oh, you must mean the two guys I met at school.
That he does exist
They Call Me The Heat Miser Merry Christmas
Serves you right. "Bark for the lady, Rover," indeed.
[ALL CHEERING]
Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer Pulling on the rein
[LAUGHS]
...out of a pretty tight spot.
...drastic measures were called for.
He became a dream to me
What?
...than any they could remember.
Now, Santa, I hope you're not going to take any of that to heart.
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]