Wearing his best coat, Jack climbed up the hills and rocks of Mt. Krumpit, braving the risk of accidentally falling and hurting himself to get to the top and talk to Angus himself and try to get him to come to the Toonbilation.

NARRATOR: The whipper-winds whipped
rising high above the town.
A trip or a slip and you'd slide
all the way down.

But this boy had a mission.
He had to bring back what's lost.
He'd invite Angus Black himself,
that brave Jack Frost.

While inside his cave, Angus was up to another attempt to block out the noise by winding up a large cymbal-playing monkey. It sprang to life, clanging it's cymbals together.

"Play, monkey! Play!" shouted Angus with encouragement.

He got on a jackhammer and switched it on, making it vibrate up and down on the ground while Slash watched, moving his head up and down with the jackhammer's movement. Angus hollered out loud all the while. Jack arrived at his doorstep when he heard a loud crash inside along with Angus's cry of pain, "Owie!"

Jack knocked on the door. "Mr. Black?" He called.

No answer unsurprisingly. So he knocked again and called, "Mr. Black?"

Again no response, only the distant sound of cymbals clanging. Jack opened up the smaller door built for Slash and crawled through. He searched the entire cave, looking Angus and he followed the clanging sound and found him getting his head banged on by the monkey's cymbals, while exclaiming in pain, grunting, yelping and making other nonsensical sounds from each clang. Slash whined and covered his eyes with his paws from his master's foolishness. Jack gently approached him and tapped him on the arm.

"Uh, excuse me?" He asked.

Angus stood up, confused by this and clamped the monkey's cymbals together, making the giant toy short-circuit. Angus slowly, ever so slowly, turned his head to the right to see Jack standing there. Staring up at him was the exact same boy from the post office. He was right there inside of his cave uninvited. Trespassing.

"Hello, little boy." His voice came out a low growl, until he turned to him, trying to make himself look fierce. "How dare you enter the lair of Angus Black! The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall! You've called down the thunder! Now get ready for the BOOM! Gaze into the face of fear! Booga-booga!"

But Jack was unfazed by his ridiculous attempt to frighten him out of his cave. He wasn't going to give up.

"Yeah. Mr. Black, my name is Jack Frost." Jack introduced himself.

"You see? Even now that terror is welling up inside you." taunted Angus as he circled Jack menacingly.

"I'm not scared." Jack told him.

"Denial is to be expected in the face of pure evil." Angus grinned evilly and got close to Jack's face, growling out loudly and wagging his tongue around.

The brown-haired boy backed away a step, but still not breaking.

"I don't think so." Jack interrupted, making Angus freeze.

"Doubt!?" groused Angus. "Another unmistakable sign of the heebie-jeebies!"

He faced him with his best glare, determined to show this trespassing boy that he was not to be reasoned with.

"Now you're...doomed!"

Angus left for a second and came back wearing a white T-shirt. He made it sound as if he were being choked or stabbed or having a heart attack while convulsing melodramatically, tearing the shirt from the middle. Jack still didn't run away, but started to giggle, amused by Angus's episode.

"Run for your life before I kill again!" He screamed, ripped the shirt off of him and howled.

"I'm a psycho!" He suddenly said and shook his head vigorously and panted like a dog, shook the torn shirt in his mouth before tossing it away.

"Danger! Danger!"

Angus began to jump around, flailing his arms about, trying desperately to frighten the boy. He got in his face a few times, grunting, growling until finally stopping after a short while. He panted from exhaustion, seeing that Jack had still not run away. All this trouble just to scare him away. Jack's been frighten by him before when he first met him, but that was only one time.

"I think you need a time-out." Jack replied.

It's as if Angus were turned to stone. His eyes blank, wide open, mouth agape. Jack chuckled at his reaction and Angus turned away, crossing his arms and pouting.

"Kids today." He grumbled. "So desensitized by movies and television."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Angus screamed into Jack's face, wanting him gone already.

"Mr. Black." began Jack as he grabbed the invite from his coat pocket. "I came all this way to invite to be the new holiday Toonbilation Cheermeister."

Angus pondered this and asked, "Holiday toonbi-what-y?"

"Cheermeister." corrected Jack and allowed Angus to read the invite.

"'Cheermeister. Celebrate with friends'." He grumbled before howling with laughter. "That's a good one!"

The Man in the Snow took off, but Jack followed him to persuade him further.

"I know you hate Christmas. But what if it's all just a big misunderstanding?" asked Jack, anxious.

"Don't care."

"I mean, I, myself, am having the Yuletide doubts."

Angus pretended to snore, as if nodding off in the middle of his talk.

"But maybe if you would reunite with the Toons and be a part of Christmas."

"'Maybe if you reunite with the Toons and be a part of Christmas'." Angus mocked Jack, before growling, "Grow up!"

"Then maybe it'll be alright for me, too!" Jack continued.

Angus checked his fake-watched and replied sarcastically, "I'm sorry, your session is over. Please make another appointment with the receptionist on the way out."

"Come on, you gotta accept the award!" begged Jack on his last leg.

But when the word "award" came through, Angus immediately stopped in his tracks with a look of interest.

"Award?" He asked with disbelief and zipped back over to Jack, got down on his knees and held his cheeks. "You never mentioned an award."

"Yeah, with the trophy and everything!" nodded Jack.

"And I won?" asked Angus.

"YOU WON!"

Angus then thought, "That means there were losers."

"I guess." Jack shrugged. "So if you would come-"

"A town full of losers!" Angus cackled, getting back to his feet, enjoying the idea already. "I like it! Is there anyone emotionally shattered? Come on! A minute ago, I couldn't shut you up! Details! Details!"

"Well, the mayor wasn't happy at all."

Angus groaned at the mention of the despicable mayor's name and shook his head sarcastically, "No."

"Jessica Rabbit will be there." Jack suggested.

Then Angus's mind went back to the girl who stole his heart in school when he raised an eyebrow at Jack.

"Oh, she will?" He asked to which Jack nodded.

"And she'll see me a winner?"

Jack nodded again.

"She'll be on me like flies to dead flesh." Angus stated and pointed in another direction, imagining Jessica. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Jessica baby! But the A-train has left the station!"

"So you'll come?" asked Jack with a hopeful grin.

Angus looked at him pointedly. After all, he hasn't seen Jessica in years and wondered what she thought about him nowadays.

"Oh, alright." He sighed and the boy chuckled. Angus put on a fake smile and put a hand on Jack's back, walking him towards the door. "I don't know if it's that adorable twinkle in your eye or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of younger, less creepy me. But you've convinced me. Who knows? This Toonbilation could change my entire outlook on life!"

"Really?" Jack asked smiling.

"No." Angus's grin vanished and was replaced by an annoyed frown as he yanked on a rope from the ceiling and just like that, a trapdoor opened underneath Jack, sending him toward and sliding. His invite flew out of his hand mid-plummet and landed on the ground in Angus's cave. The Man in the Snow crossed him arms, finally glad that the trespassing boy was finally gone. But Slash picked the card up with his mouth and presented it to his master. Angus looked confused, then frowned, seeing that Slash wants him to accept the invitation. Back with Jack, he laughed, having so much fun sliding through the tube and he finally flew out of the opening into Toonville as he landed in a pile of snow. He breathed and exhaled.

"Okay, that was fun." He panted.

At that moment, Maria, Manolo and Joaquin came around a corner, looking around for their friend and finally found him laying in the snow where he had landed.

"There you are, Jack." Maria said, coming to him and grabbing his hand, bringing him with them. "You can make snow angels later. We can't be late for the Toonbilation."

"So how did it go? Tell us!" demanded Manolo.

"Well, I'm positive that I got him interested. That's all I know." answered Jack.

Angus yelled while sliding down the grappling line and into his recliner while holding the invite. He was giving this some slight thought and has having a mental argument with himself about going or not. Never has he been invited to anything in Toonville, especially during Christmas. It's the first time the Toons, or rather one of them, invited him to attend a celebration and it's been forever to say the least.

"The nerve of those Toons." He grumbled. "Inviting me down there on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it!"

Leaning to his left, he turned his attention to a book on the table beside him and opened it up to review the events he had profoundly, albeit pathetically planned for himself.

"4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger. Tell no one. 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing. I'm booked!"

However, with some conscience left, he started to re-think his schedule while still deciding whether to accept Jack's invite.

"But I moved the loathing to 9:00, I'd still have time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness." muttered Angus to himself and he took a deep inhale before he exclaimed, "But what will I wear?"

Angus reluctantly made up his mind to accept the invitation and scouted across his cave to look for something more fitting to wear for the Toonbilation and to make himself look presentable. However, there wasn't much around the cavern to wear as Angus never did have much besides a pair of pants. For his first choice, he settled with some tablecloth from a small table covered with junk. He gripped the cloth and removed it from underneath the junk with a single quick slip and walked away, leaving the pile of metal on the table that hasn't so much as made a small budge when he slipped the cloth out from underneath. Of course, Angus came back and knocked all cans and stuff to the floor and left again, not before tipping the table to the floor.

He stood in front of a full-length mirror wearing the cloth as a so-called garment that looked more like a skirt. He studied his reflection in the mirror, turning side to side to see if it was a perfect fit. Slash barked out a response and Angus frowned.

"It's not a dress, it's a kilt!" He growled at his dog's ridiculous comment before removing the cloth revealing a garter belt strapped to his right leg. "Sicko!"

On he searched for more clothing in his wardrobe. As said before, he never had much beside the occasional pants he wore. But that didn't mean he didn't have a few other attires. However, most of his clothes weren't as public friendly as could be. Most of them were either ripped or torn or had some holes in them due to overuse and some were just dirty and filthy which he never washed since he didn't care much for the uncleanliness. He tossed out some unwanted garments out while Slash watched.

"Stupid! Ugly! Out of date!" grumbled Angus with frustration. "This is ridiculous. If I can't find something nice to wear, then I'm not going!"

He was about to storm off to pout on his bed when something made him freeze and catch him off guard. He stopped and listened closely as it was the sound of yodeling, echoing off the cave walls. It donned on him that some mountain climber had scaled his mountain and was now shouting his victory out loud through a horn by yodeling. Suddenly an idea came to Angus's mind. He must have clothes that he could use. Sneaking outside and behind the disruptive yodeler, he grabbed him by the neck with a vaudeville hook and yanked him back before knocking him out unconscious with a rock and taking his clothes. Now clad in the yodeler's attire, he checked himself out in the mirror. He looked rather pleased to finally find clothes and after doing a few poses, he grunted and padded off.

"That's it. I'm not going."