Chapter 3: Snow Miser

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The trio exited the mayor's office, despondently trying to figure out how they could make it snow in one of the warmest towns in the world. Perking up, Jingle had an idea. "Mrs. Claus. If anybody can figure a way out of this mess, she can."

Getting the idea, Jangle suggests, "How about calling Mrs. C?"

With an eye-roll, Jingle says, "Good idea. Why didn't I think of it?"

Jingle, Jangle, and Iggy waited for Mrs. Claus on the roof of Iggy's house at nightfall. "She should be here any minute now," Jingle said, his eyes roaming the sky.

"I hope she doesn't wake my folks up," Iggy mumbles when Jangle pointed up at the sky.

"Here she comes now!" he cries, his eyes lighting up.

As Mrs. Claus manipulates the sleigh to land on the roof, she greets them warmly. "Hop on boys! Hello, Iggy. Say hello Blitzen." The reindeer looked over at Iggy and neighed.

"Hi, Mrs. C. Where are we going?" Jingle asked as he clambered aboard.

"To see Snow Miser." With that, she cracked the reins and took off.

When they arrived at Snow Miser's, they were greeted by two of his guards before being allowed access inside. "Here he comes now, the big ham." Mrs. Claus said, pointing as Snow Miser came out and began to sing.

I'm mister white Christmas. I'm mister snow. I'm mister icicle. I'm mister ten below. Friends call me Snow Miser. Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch. I'm too much.

Friends call me Snow Miser. Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch.

I never wanna know a day that's over forty degrees. I'd rather have it thirty, twenty, five then let it freeze!

Friends call me Snow Miser. Whatever I touch turns to snow in my clutch. Too much.

Once finished making his grand entrance, Snow Miser turns to Mrs. Claus and asks, "Well Mrs. Claus, how's your hubby?"

Clearing her throat, she replies, "Well I'm afraid he's got a pretty bad cold, Snowy."

"That's a shame, the poor thing. He should have come and seen me. I would have given him a good one." Snow Miser laughed at his lame attempt at a joke. When no one else laughed, he added, "A little chilly humor there."

Iggy stepped forward and snapped, "Don't you dare make fun of Santa Claus like that! He's the nicest person in the whole world."

Holding his arms up in mock surrender, Snow Miser says, "Of course he is, sonny. I like him a lot."

"You do?" Jingle asked, arching a confused eyebrow.

"Well of course I do, silly. Why he's the best advertisement snow business has ever had!" Then he began to laugh before looking at Mrs. Claus and asked, "Now what is it that I can do for you, Madame?"

Clearing her throat nervously, Mrs. Claus "We need a snowstorm."

"Well sooner said than done my little icicle. Where do you want it?" Snow Miser asks, ready to help in any way he could.

"In a town called South Town USA." said anxiously, knowing she was treading on thin ice.

Snow Miser's eyes widened at the name of the place. "What? Hold it, hold it, hold it! No can do Mrs. C. The South is under the control of my brother, Heat Miser and every time I try to send them a little refreshing snow, what does he do? He turns it into rain or fog! Who needs that?"

"Well. . . if I get his okay will you make it snow?" asked, hoping he would agree to her terms.

With an eye-roll, Snow Miser scoffs, "Sure thing but don't get your hopes up. You'll never get anywhere with that one."

Heaving a sigh of relief, says appreciatively, "We'll have to try. Thanks, Snowy."

"Don't mention it. And don't be such a stranger. Stop by with your hubby sometime and we'll have a blizzard!" Snow Miser cries, waving them off.

When the four got on the sleigh, Jingle asked, "Where to now?"

Cracking the reins, answers, "You heard the man. We've got to see Heat Miser."

"I was afraid you'd say that," Jingle replied.

Mrs. Claus snapped the reins and shouts, "On Blitzen!"