Bugsy, Saveanna, and Penniford scampered through the snow.
"Which mice should we start with?" Penniford asked. "The naughty ones," Bugsy replied.
"Shouldn't we go to the good mice?" Penniford said.
"What's the point of telling good mice to be good if their already being good?" Bugsy said.
"Oh," Penniford muttered.
"We need to tell the bad mice to be good if they want Santa Claus to give them presents," Bugsy said.
Meanwhile, back at the North Pole, Santa was watching them with a snow globe.
"Yes, that is what you must do," He said.
Saveanna sighed. "How are we supposed to convince all these mice to believe in Santa Claus?" She said.
"I know a song that will catch everyone's attention," Bugsy said. "Santa Claus is coming to town."
"I know what you're thinking," Saveanna said.
"Yes, so let's go out there and spread the news," Bugsy said.
They split up.
Little did they know a grey mouselet with orange hair was watching them. A mouselet named Punk Rat.
A mother baked a trey of cookies. "Now, these are for your sister too," She said to her son.
As soon as she left the boy took a handful of cookies, leaving only one.
Before he could stuff them in his mouth, Penniford appeared at the window.
"You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town," He said. The boy put the cookies back on the trey.
Penniford smiled.
A girl took a huge snowball and aimed for her little brother. She looked and saw Bugsy standing right beside her.
"He's making a list, he's checking it twice, he's going to find out whose naughty or nice, Santa Claus is coming to town," She said. The girl smiled and threw the snowball away.
A boy took a water gun and aimed for a married couple passing by. Saveanna appeared next to him.
"He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awake, and he knows when you've been bad or good so be good for goodness sake," She said.
The boy smiled and walked back home.
At the North Pole, the believer sculpture grew a bit bigger.
Penniford, Saveanna, and Bugsy all came to the same place and started singing as loud as they could.
"You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout we're telling you why!" They sang. "Santa Claus is coming to town!"
The sky was filled with the singing of mouselets.
"Santa Claus!" They chanted. "Santa Claus!"
At the North Pole, the believer sculpture grew so big it towered over Santa himself. He smiled.
Penniford, Saveanna and Bugsy smiled. Many mice now believed in Santa Claus.
Then three mouselets approached them. One was a girl, and the other two were boys.
"Can you come with us?" The girl asked.
"Sure," Saveanna said. They followed them, away from the others. They didn't know this, but these three mice were Santa-Biters.