Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Megabot
wowzers!
[VIXEN BARKING]
At my age? Wha...? Who are you?
Tonight, we ride!
Vixen? She's just a baby.
So all you have to do is go down there and find some example...
Did you ever hear of that terrible year...
Sure thing. But don't get your hopes up. You'll never get anywhere with that one.
And the Noah's arks.
Dasher!
...I didn't know children had such kind hearts.
Ah. That's a relief.
Scout up some goodwill and show him some proof...
Yeah. They wanted to know if we kids cared about Santa Claus and all.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Claus. Yes, Mrs. Claus.
...with nary a snowflake a year.
CHORUS: It was a year without a Santa Claus
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Bon voyage. Send us a card now and then.
A little chilly humor there.
MRS. CLAUS: Uh... Uh, yes, heh, as a matter of fact.
And for what?
...to start everybody dreaming of a white Christmas again.
...because I think Vixen's coming down with something. She's got a slight fever.
[MEOWING]
Could you let it snow? Just for one day in the south.
Nobody really cares anymore.
...a small concession on your part.
ALL: He's too much
Are we actually going to see...?
Friends call me Snow Miser
Now, what can I do for you, madam?
What? Hold it. Hold it. Hold it!
Come on.
His eye looked bright, but a tear stood in it.
...ruffled the whiskers on his chin...
- Lost? - Lost?
B THOMAS & FRIENDS
And Jangle Bells.
No good, hmm?
Don't forget to wear my what?
...trying to turn everything to icicles...
...and see if the folks didn't really care about you and Christmas.
[LAUGHING]
ALL: He's Mr. Green Christmas
And then, he blew his nose like a trumpet blast.
At the North Pole.
Bells are ringing, children singing All is merry and bright
CHORUS: It was a year without a Santa Claus
You got a bigger problem.
Beside your Christmas tree
They call me Heat Miser
How do I know so much about Santa? Well, I'm Mrs. Claus.
What? Snow in the south?
For CINAR Production Accountant JOHNNY THOMAS
(OH)
MRS. CLAUS: Santa woke up one day
We're staying home.
It's a deal.
Their dog? Good grief.
I'll call all the mayors in the U.S. of A.
[LAUGHING]
Why don't you stop by the mayor's office? Tell him the whole story.
Tots who hadn't a penny to spend wrote him letters signed "a friend."
[JANGLE GRUNTS]
Why don't we just skip the whole business and go home?
Hi, Mrs. C.
...but he was in a rush.
Like you believe in love
IGGIE: Golly.
I know.
But faced with the idea of having no Christmas at all...
You two are elves...