Angus cackled from his achievement, feeling so proud of himself for that insane rampage and finally getting even with that no-good mayor. He approached the garbage chute and opened the hatch.

"I quite enjoyed that. I hope I get another invite soon." He laughed out loud, but suddenly he stopped when he witnessed the Toons carried yet another tree similar to the one he destroyed.

"Come on, folks! Good thing we have a spare!" Hans ordered.

After all of that, the Toons still had hope of rebuilding Christmas and Angus glared with fire in his eyes, incensed that his actions did nothing to end their celebration.

"Suffering swordfish! They're relentless!" Angus screamed and slammed the button which sent him down the chute.

Meanwhile, on the town clocktower, the bells toll as the time changes to 0 Days, 4 Hours and 0 Minutes.

"Only four hours 'till Christmas!" The old man announced.

NARRATOR: Yes, Angus knew that tomorrow
all the Toon girls and boys
would wake up bright and early
and rush for their toys.

Returning to his home on Mt. Krumpit, the furious Angus paced around outside his cave as his mind ran wild with the thought of all the children playing with their toys, making him seethe in rage.

"...and then, oh, the noise!" He grimaced. "Oh, the noise, noise, noise, noise, NOISE! They'll bang on tong-tinglers, they'll blow their floo-flounders, they'll crash on hang-jinglers and bounce on boing-bounders!"

Then the Toons, young and old
would sit down for a feast.
And they'll feast
and they'll feast.

"And they'll feast, feast, feast, feast, feast!" Angus shouted, stomping up and down on his feet, then kicked the snow. "They'll eat their Toon-pudding! And rare Toon roast beast! Something I just can't stand in the least."

All of the sudden, his eyes widened in realization at his words.

"Oh, no. I'm speaking in rhyme!" whined Angus as he ran to the edge of a cliff, screaming a roar of anger and letting it echo upon the blistering wind. He dropped to ground, weeping, "BLAST YOU TOONS!"

And the more Angus thought
of what Christmas would bring.
The more Angus thought...

He sat up with a light bulb buzzing in his skull.

"I must stop this whole thing." Standing up, he stormed back to his door. "Why for year after year, I put up with it now! I must stop this Christmas season from coming! But now?"

Angus gasped, realizing he was rhyming again. "I mean, in what way?"

But he had no other excuse and gave up. So with a mock gag, he entered through the door and there came a look of shock at what he found inside. There were Christmas lights hung up along with decorations and Christmas music playing on a radio. He saw Slash jumping around on his hind legs with his paws in the air, dancing, wearing a Santa hat and enjoying the holiday season. Angus mocked his dancing and gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas?" He asked him, his face turning sour.

The music was cut off and the door flung open as Angus tossed both Slash and his doghouse out into the cold.

"Wrong-o!"

Peering over the edge, he found the cookie-cutter hole shaped like Slash in the deep snow where he had landed. Angus harrumphed and jumped down and picking his dog up, staring at him directly in the eye.

"If you're not going to help me, then you might as well-" His sentence froze when he got a good look at Slash's face. The dog had snow around the front of his muzzle which looked like a beard.

Then he got an idea.
An awful idea.
Angus had a wonderful,
awful idea.

Angus smiled with a maniacal look on his features.

"I know just what to do." He grinned.

His mind was made up. The perfect plan to take away their perfect holiday as the excellent revenge scheme. Angus was going to pose as Santa Claus, sneak into their houses and steal all of their presents while they are sleeping. He retreated back his cave with Slash and got out some red fabric and knitting tools. He cut out a piece for the chest area of the coat, leaving an open coat-shaped hole in the fabric. Then he assembled the sewing machine to sew up the fabric while Slash carefully pulled it with his mouth.

Angus laughed in his throat.

"Ha." He chortled while working.

And he made a quick
Santy Claus hat and a coat.

He heard a crunching sound and yelped in sudden pain. Lifting his hand up, he saw that he had accidentally sewed his own fingers into the fabric. His eyes rolled back as he fainted.

And he chuckled and clucked
at this great fiendish trick.

The suit was finally finished and Angus stood in front of the mirror, wearing a Santa hat, coat with a belt, keeping his pants on and wore winter boots as well. His long beard was trimmed a bit so that the bottom was reaching below his stomach and with a little self-training, he tied his hair into a long braid going down his back. Angus grinned sinisterly at his reflection.

"With this coat and this hat, I'll look just like St. Nick. Ho ho ho!" Angus laughed like Santa, before he began to sing pridefully at his clever work.

"You're a mean one, Mr. Black.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus
and as charming as an eel, Mr. Bla-ack."

"You're a bad banana with a
greasy black peel."

Next was to build the sleigh to carry all the items in. Using his crafting expertise, an inventing fellow such as himself wouldn't have any trouble creating the land vehicle or in this case, an air vehicle. He searched through the dump and retrieved some scraps and other junk needed. He picked up a rotten banana peel and began to eat it. Inside his cave, he whopped while zipping across the grappling line. The sleigh was coming along rather nicely.

"Just face the music
you're a monster, Mr. Black
Yes, you are."

He lifted the soldering helmet from his face and sang, "~You're heart's an empty hole!~"

"You're brain full of spiders
You got garlic in you're soul, Mr. Bla-ack.
I wouldn't touch you with a
thirty-nine-in-a-half-foot pole."

Angus grabbed a scalding Phillips head screw from the fire with metal tongs and placed it into his mouth. Thankfully, because he's been in the cold for so long, he was immune to both the cold and extreme heat. His ears and nostrils smoked and he spat the screw into his hand. Slash pulled on a rope that carried an airplane engine with Angus standing on it. The determined man worked like mad, attaching electrical parts to the sleigh, putting wavy metal sheets for it's body, he even had a lifting seat that helps him reach to too-hard-to-reach areas. While working on the underside, Slash brought him a screwdriver. Angus, wearing goggles, inspected closely. This wasn't what he had asked for.

"I asked for 3/4, not 5/8. Stay focused!" Angus ordered sternly and gave it back to his dog. Slash whined and got to work.

"You know, if you ask if
who's the Toon of Toonville,
No one would deny it!"

Once the part that propelled the sleigh into the air was complete, it needed to be tested. So Angus sat in a prototype, wearing a test dummy outfit and football helmet and about to be blasted into a target riding on tracks which lit up. He gave a thumbs up to Slash when he was ready and the mongrel pressed the button with his paw and before he could even blink, Angus was blast forward faster than a race car on the track during a race at NASCAR. The speed increased and he did just that. Angus struggled to stand up from the wreckage and felt his joints and bones crackle as he moved.

"Ow." He winced and had to lift his head up to look at Slash, since his neck was incapacitated. "Air bag's a little slow."

Suddenly, the air bags deployed, inflated with a slight squeak. But it was too late for that since they didn't stop him in time from crashing and injuring himself.

"But that's what these tests are for!"

"You're a vile on, Mr. Black.
You have termites in your smile."

Having recovered from the injury and that minor setback, Angus viewed himself in a rearview mirror for the sleigh. He grinned to show that his words were fact; termites crawled around on his disgusting yellow teeth. Then Angus was pounding on something with a hammer before he picked it up and blew the dust off it with a smile. It was a license plate that appropriately said "Mean 1".

"You have all the tender sweetness
of a sea-sick crocodile, Mr. Black"

"Given the choice between you,
I'd take the...sea-sick crocodiiiiiiiiiiiilllllllleeeeee!"

Angus remained on the final word to the final verse of his song while spinning around and around in the lifting seat over his completed sleigh. But he was spinning way too fast without stopped as he felt all the fruitcake and pudding he was forced to eat earlier come up and he could barely hold it down. Slash ducked once he gave in. And now with the sleigh placed outside, Angus observed the activity going on down at Toonville through binoculars. Santa Claus was at his yearly routine; delivering presents to the Toons in their houses while the anti-Santa known as Angus waited for him to finish his work on the town and leave.

"Fat boy should be finishing up anytime now." grumbled Angus. "Talk about a recluse. He only comes out once a year and he never catches any flak for it! He probably lives up there in the North Pole to avoid the taxes."

Peering through the binoculars again, he saw Santa board his sleigh shouting "Merry Christmas!" before his reindeer took off into their air, taking Santa into the air to move on to the next town. But when he saw the reindeer fly, Angus realized something.

"Oops. Forgot about the reindeer."

Did that stop old Angus? No.
Angus simply said...

He jabbed his head towards Slash, knowing that since there weren't any reindeer around for miles, he'll just have to improvise. The dog whined, knowing what he was thinking.

"If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead." grinned Angus as he reached a creepy hand out to grab Slash, but the mutt ran away with a scared whimper.

"Oh, SlaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHHH!" He put on a false innocent voice and called out in sing-songy voice, before he lost patience and his "sweet" tone turned into a angry snarl.

Unfortunately, Slash couldn't hide for long when his master finally caught him and had him pose as a reindeer.

So he called his dog, Slash
and he took some red thread
and tied a big horn on top
of his head.

Angus grabbed an antler from his coat rack and some red thread and he quickly tied the antler on top of Slash's head while putting a red clown nose on his nose to look like the famous reindeer we all know and love. He giggled excitedly at his work and put on a director's hat and began to instruct him like a director to an actor to get him into character for a movie.

"Alright, you're a reindeer. Here's your motivation: Your name is Rudolph. You're the freak with the red nose and nobody likes you. But then, one day, Santa picks you and you save Christmas."

Slash looked confused.

"No, forget that part." Angus claimed. "We'll improvise. Just keep it loosey-loosey. You hate Christmas! You're gonna steal it! Saving Christmas is a lousy ending. Way too commercial."

He sat in a director's chair and pulled out a megaphone and shouted, "Action!"

Slash, in responce, popped the red nose of his muzzle. Angus jumped out of the chair with pure joy at this action.

"Brilliant!" shouted Angus. "You reject you're own nose, because it represents the glimmer of commercialism! Why didn't I think of that?! Alright, cut, check, print! Moving along!"