The miser hummed to himself after he and Slash hopped aboard his makeshift, mechanical sleigh, switching on buttons, the GPS as well as the engine, making the sleigh vibrate as it sprang to life. It was time set the plan in motion.

"That...feels...good." He replied while the vehicle vibrated and stepped on a petal, increasing the engine.

He laughed and put on the lights on the front of the sleigh, which consisted of floodlights connected to a ladder.

"Here goes nothing, hot dog!" Angus said to Slash and activated the rockets and turbines at the back of the sleigh, that emitted flames. Angus looked back, amazed. "Wow."

Then another lever was pulled and the sleigh elevated, lifting into the air. Angus cheered and laughed, clapping like a child at his birthday. Slash barked out loud, along with him.

"This is nuts!" He yelled insanely. "On, Crasher! On, Thrasher! On, Vomit and Blitzkrieg!"

And with that said, the sleigh blasted off towards Toonville, causing Angus to be yanked backwards from the automobile's intended speed. He scream in terror, hanging onto the wheel as tightly as he could so he wouldn't fall off. Even Slash fell out of the sleigh, spinning around in the air with the sleigh.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE! WE'RE GONNA DIE! I'M GOING TO THROW UP AND THEN I'M GONNA DIE!" His voice laden with with fear for his life. "MOMMY, TELL IT TO STOP!"

But then Angus finally got the sleigh to hold still as it flew with Slash landing back into his seat next to him. Angus calmed down after that outburst.

"Almost lost my cool back there." He sighed with relief.

And now he steered towards Toonville as the sleigh sputtered as it flew. Every Toon was fast asleep in their beds, dreaming and snoring while they waited for Christmas morning to arrive and the sun to lift up into the sky, for they were excited to be opening gifts by their Christmas trees. But not if Angus had anything to say about it as he slowly lowered the sleigh onto one of the house roofs.

NARRATOR: All their windows were dark,
quiet snow filled their air.
All the Toons were all dreaming
sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first
little house on the square.

"Welcome to Toonville, Slash!" Angus announced to his canine companion, while sleigh bells jingled and the sleigh stopped right in its spot.

Inside the house, Jesper and Alva awoke to the sound of the bells.

"Alva? Alva?" exclaimed Jesper groggily.

"What?" asked his wife, tiredly with half-open eyes.

"You hear that?" He asked and they both silenced to listen to the familiar sound, to which Alva gasped with surprise.

"It's Santa!" She whispered excitedly. "Go right back to sleep!"

Jesper nodded and they both laid back down quickly, falling right back in slumberland so that "Santa" won't know they were awake. Angus turned the sleigh off and turned to Slash.

"Come on, Slash. It's our first stop." He explained and grabbed one of the sacks.

The old Black Claus hissed
as he climbed to the roof,
empty bags in his fist.

He's slide down the chimney
a rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it,
then so could he with a sinch.

Angus tied a rope around so that when he made it down the chimney, he would be pulled back up easily since he didn't exactly have the skills Santa Claus had. He stood up, stiff and tall as he held out his arms like a professional swimmer about to dive into the pool from the high dive as spoke like a sports announcer.

"He's planning a double-twisting interrupted by forward-flying 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and pike." He said to himself. "High degree of difficulty."

Then he jumped high into the air, performing a twist and then lowered into the opening of the chimney with his arms pointed downward. But once he landed inside, he could only go halfway, since he might've gained a couple pounds from those eating contests from the Toonbilation. Only the top part of him made it though, leaving him stuck.

He got stuck only once,
for a moment or two.

"Blasted water weight!" He hissed. "Goes right to my hips!"

That wasn't going to stop him. He grunted and struggled as he tried to free himself and finally slipped right down into the chimney and stopped at the end of the fireplace, hitting his head on the firewood. The rope left him hanging upside down in the fireplace.

Then he stuck his head
out of the fireplace flue.

Angus shushed the narrator for him to be quiet.

"A little more stealth, please." He requested.

(whispering): With the little 'ole
stocking all hung up in a row.

"These stockings..."

He grinned.

"...are the first things to go." He pulled out a jar of moths from inside his coat. "Alright, boys. Chow time."

He opened up the chair, setting the moths free and leaving them to eat away at the fabric of the stockings while he zipped right back up the chimney and open the roof. Angus grabbed the suction tube from his sleigh and tossed it down the chimney then turned it on. The tube sucked in all of the presents, ornaments, decorations and filled up the larger sack on the sleigh while the curmudgeon Santa chuckled to himself.

Then he slunk to the icebox.

Afterwards, once the sack had all of the presents, Angus snuck into the kitchen and clung to the refrigerator.

"Slunk?" He repeated mockingly.

He opened wide the door to observe the food inside and the roast beast to be prepared for the feast. He grabbed a plate of Toon-pudding and tossed it behind him, making it smash into pieces.

He eyed the Toon's feast.
He took the Toon-pudding.
He took the roast beast.

After ruining the Toon-pudding, he seized the roast beast and looked underneath his spread legs, acting like a football quarterback.

"Hike!" He screamed and tossed the roasted bird underneath.

He grabbed some more food from the fridge, while eating or drinking some. Meanwhile, his actions were going unheard. At least, not by everyone. Alas, Jack overheard the noise downstairs and when to investigate.

He cleaned out that
icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, Angus, he even took
their last can of Toon-hash.

Then he stuffed all the
food up the chimney with glee.

"And now..." said Angus cunningly, flicking an ornament on the tree.

Grinned Angus.

He grabbed hold of the Christmas tree and lifted it up.

"I will stuff up the tree!" He growled.

And Angus grabbed the tree
and he started to shove
when he heard a small sound
like the coo of a dove.

He stopped what he was doing when he heard footsteps coming down the steps. His eyes widened. Someone must've heard him. They're gonna find him stealing all their gifts. Thinking fast, he placed the tree in place and hid behind it. He heard a voice he was all too familiar with.

Angus had been caught
by this tiny Toon son
who's gotten out of bed
for a glass of water.

"Santa Claus? Is that you?" Jack asked. "What are you doing with our tree?"

But, you know, Angus
was so smart and so slick,
he thought up a lie
and he thought it up quick.

The fake Santa grinned maliciously as he thought of way to keep Jack from getting suspicious. Thinking fast, he carefully loosened a light on the tree, causing it to darken and he brought his arms out from behind the tree while keeping his face hidden.

"Why, my sweet little boy!" chuckled Angus in his best Santa voice.

The fake Santa claus lied.

"There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side." He lied, flicking the light he unscrewed. "So I'm taking it back to my workshop, my boy!"

He shook as he chuckled out aloud boisterously and Jack laughed along with him.

"So I'll fix it up there and I'll bring it back here."

"Santa, what's Christmas really about?" asked Jack.

"Vengeance!" hissed Angus, sticking it head out through the tree in full-view at Jack, startling him. But he quickly got back into character. "Uh, I mean, presents, I suppose."

Jack sighed, believing that even Santa Claus was also more intend on the commercialism of Christmas.

"I was afraid of that."

And his fib fooled the child.
Then he patted his head
and got him a drink
and he sent him to bed.

When Jack was halfway up the steps, he turned to fake the hiding Angus.

"Hey, Santa?"

"What?!" answered back Angus, annoyed and impatient.

"Don't forget Mr. Black." requested the boy.

This took Angus by surprise that he didn't him to be left out on Christmas.

"I know he's mean, hairy and smelly. And his hands may be cold and clammy." Jack explained.

Angus inspected his hands in confusion.

"By I think's he's actually kind of...sweet."

"Sweet?"

Jack nodded. At his words, Angus felt almost touched by the little boy's compliment.

"You think he's sweet?"

"Merry Christmas, Santa." Jack smiled and returned to his room while Angus cringed and covered his ears, trying to shake himself of the pleasant thoughts and the compliment.

And when young Jack Frost
went up with his cup,

"Nice kid." thought Angus. "Bad judge of character."

Once Jack was out of his hair, he instantly grabbed the tree again and ran towards the fireplace, throwing it up the chimney.

He went to the chimney
and stuffed the tree up.

With that finally done, Angus sat in the fireplace and gave the rope a tug which sent him back up the chimney, but his hand came back down, grabbing the firewood, too.

And the last thing he took
was the log for their fire.
On their walls, he left nothing,
but hooks and some wire.

And the one speck of food
that he had left in the house,
was a crumb which was even
too small for a mouse.

There were no more presents or stockings or colorful lights or food or even decorations inside of the house. A mouse scattered across the floor. Angus came back briefly and picked the mouse up by the tail. Angus went from house to house, as crafty as he was maniacal, stealing present after present after present, making sure not to leave anything behind.

At the Posada household, Maria was asleep in the family room couch next to the tree. Angus had to be extra quiet in order to snag the gifts in her house. But when she suddenly began to stir awake, he quickly hid behind the couch as the Latina girl sat up to look around the room, but started to feel a presence somewhere near her.

"Santa?" She murmured curiously before Angus reached an arm over to her and gave her a neck pinch, putting her back to sleep before returning to his evil deeds.

He slithered and slunked
with a smile most unpleasant,
around every Toon home and
he took every present.

From underneath the floor, Angus sawed a circle around one Christmas tree with a chainsaw and let it fall freely down into the hole. Then he popped out.

"Clearance sale. Everything must go."

Using the suction tube on another house, he collected more presents stockings, etc. But then a white cat got sucked up with the rest of the necessities and getting caught in the machinery. Angus looked inside to see what was the matter.

"Oh, what now?" He demanded before he was met with the cat, yowling and clawing at his face with it's claws making him jump to the roof, shaking to get it off.

Then after he fought off the dastardly creature, he arrived at Jessica's house and watched her sleeping peacefully in her bed. He fought back the urge to feel her hair and saw the wedding ring still in it's box. He closed it and swiped it off the nightstand, shooting mocking faces at her and leaving. He cut a hole in the window to another house with his sharpened nails and pulled it out, with his lips still attached to the glass for some reason. Quickly and quietly, he peered inside of the mayor's bedroom to see him asleep. He chuckled, but covered his mouth when he heard him mumble in his sleep.

"Jessica, have you ever kissed a man who lost his tonsils twice?" He muttered, sleeping and thinking Jessica entered the room.

"Now, silly." Angus answered with girlish voice to sound like Jessica.

Mayor Westergaard puckered his lips, expecting a smooch. To hell if Angus was going to attempt that, so he picked up Slash who started to whimper.

"But it has been an experience that I always dreamed for." Angus mimicked. "Kiss me, you fool!"

Then Angus made the mayor kiss "Jessica's lips". Slash's eyes widened and he scampered away, wiping his buttocks on the floor. Mayor Westergaard grinned in his sleep, not knowing in general who or what he just kissed. To add injury to insult, Angus attached a grappling hook to the foot of the bed and took off to proceed with his villainous scheme. More presents were taken from their place under tree before they themselves were taken as well, lights and decorations were pulled down from walls, stocking were removed from fireplaces, even Angus received another face-beating from a cat. Once all the house were cleaned out, Angus added the finishing touch by pulling a light out of place from the big tree at the town center, cutting off the rest of the Christmas lights in town from power. With the everything stolen and placed in his sleight were the big sack was now completely huge and stuffed, Angus started up the sleigh and made it hover, laughing all the while, Unfortunately, because of the extra weight, the sleigh couldn't carry much and it started to malfunction, cutting Angus off from his laughter. The sleigh plummeted back onto the ground. Slash pointed at the gas meter which pointed at empty. He barked, making Angus scowl.

"What are you laughing at, Rudolph?" asked his master with a sinister smirk.