"It's all you, Slash!" Angus shouted.

The morning sun was minutes beyond approaching as Slash was forced to play reindeer, pulling the heavy sleigh up Mt. Krumpit with Angus shouting him on.

NARRATOR: 3,000 feet up,
up the side of Mt. Krumpit,
he road with his load to
the tiptop to dump it.

They made to the very top of the mountain and made Slash stop when they were close to the cliff and the dog collapsed in the snow, exhausted from carrying all that weight. Angus jumped from the sleigh.

"WE DID IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" screamed Angus, full of pride and self-confidence, and clapped with enjoyment. "We did it! We did it! That wasn't so bad, was it, Slash?"

Slash gave him a whimper, which he ignored. Angus observed the town from below with an evil smile.

"They'll be waking up now and I know just what they'll do. All the Toons in Toonville will all cry..."

"Boo-hoo."

True to his word, once everyone had awaken and found absolutely nothing in their homes, they were despondent and upset. No presents, no lights, no Christmas feast, no decorations, no nothing. It was gone. All gone, because of Angus. How were they going to celebrate Christmas now? The Toons all gathered around the streets of Toonville, wondering what had happened while exclaiming in sadness. Jack joined his family, also sad. Meanwhile, the chief of police rushed to his police car, unaware that the rope with the hook connected to the mayor's bed was tied to his car.

"What an embarrassment! I've been robbed!" The Chief claimed and hopped into his car, turning on the sirens and drove off.

Hans opened his eyes with a start. As the Chief drove away, the rope was being pulled and the bed was yanked through the wall, carrying Mayor Westergaard in it. He gasped as he was being pulled though the streets with people watching him with naked eyes. The Chief finally stopped the car to look and gasp at seeing their mayor in his bed in public.

"Mayor Westergaard?" asked the Chief.

Everyone crowed the mayor's bed, including Jessica in her fluffy robe covering her nightgown. Mayor Westergaard got out of bed as the Duke helped him into his robe.

"Well, I wonder who could've done this. I can tell you all one thing: Invite Black, destroy Christmas." He then pounded on his bed with his fists, shouting with rage and sorrow, "INVITE BLACK, DESTROY CHRISTMAS!"

"But did anyone listen to me?"

"I did!" cried the Duke, but Mayor Westergaard ignored him.

"No!" The mayor sobbed. "You choose to listen to a little not-to-be-taken-seriously boy!"

Jack frowned when the Mayor stared him down with a stern and disappointed glance, blaming him for their predicament.

"Jack, I hope you're very proud of what you have done." scolded Mayor Westergaard.

His words hit him like a brick and was very close to tears. His friends, who were there with their families as well, simply glowered at Mayor Westergaard for his unfair accusation. The mayor was ready to leave back to his house. But then Jesper stepped up.

"If he isn't, I am."

The Toons all gasped at his response and Mayor Westergaard turned to face him in disbelief.

"I'm glad he took our presents." Jesper smiled at Jack. "Well, I'm glad."

"You hear that? He's glad." said Mayor Westergaard sarcastically who walked up to him. "You're that glad that everything is gone. You're glad that Black virtually wrecked - no, not "wrecked", pulverized Christmas. Is that what you're saying?"

"You can't hurt Christmas, Mr. Mayor." Jesper said in a no-nonsense, speaking the truth. "Because it's not about the gifts or the contests or the fancy lights. That's what Jack has been trying to tell everyone. And me."

Mayor Westergaard was baffled, not believing what he was hearing.

"What is wrong with you? He's a child!"

"He's my child." corrected Jesper, poking him on the chest. "And he happens to be right, by the way."

For the first time, somebody (his father, no less) was beginning to see the true meaning of Christmas and Jack smiled warmly.

"And I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here. My family." Jesper said, hugging his entire family together in a warm embrace. "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

Everyone, excluding Mayor Westergaard, cooed and chattered with agreement. They finally saw what was the most important when it came to the holidays. Sharing, loving, compassion, hope and, of course, bringing the whole family together.

"Merry Christmas, you hunk of burning love!" Alva growled playfully and brought her husband into a fierce kiss, making everyone gasp.

"Give me a break." groaned Mayor Westergaard, rolling his eyes.

The citizens all laughed with happiness, hugging their loved ones and whatnot. Jack, meanwhile, thought back to Angus and looked up at Mt. Krumpit. He decided to pay him a visit so he marched over to where the dumpster was.

"Jack?" The boy looked to see Maria behind him with an inquisitive look on her face.

"I have to do this, Maria." He reminded her boldly. "No one deserves to be alone. Not even Mr. Black."

"But if you do go, take me with you this time." She begged him, but not without a slight blush. "I'm not afraid of him anymore."

This brought a smile to Jack's lips to see that his friend, who secretly has feelings for him, was willing to go with him to visit the Man in the Snow and help him share the love. Together, they sent themselves down the trash chute and into the dump outside Angus's home.

"Mr. Black?" called Jack. "Mr. Black?"

Angus, however, was getting ready for the final step of his revenge scheme. Dumping everything the Toons had worked for on Christmas down the mountain to be destroyed.

"And now for the final note to my symphony of downright nasty not-niceness! The crescendo of my odious opus!" That said, Angus started to push against the back of his sleigh, grunting with effort. "The wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out. It'll be like music to my ears!"

He pushed on the load more and more, until a peculiar sound fell upon his ears. The sound that he wasn't expecting at all. For it wasn't 'boo-hoo'-ing he heard, it was the sound of...singing.

Then Angus heard a sound
rising over the snow.
It started in low,
then it started to grow.

Angus couldn't believe what he was hearing. As the sound became clearer, he listened closely to hear the Toons singing their hearts out, even though he had swiped every last present from them.

But the sound wasn't sad.
Why, the sound sounded merry.
As it was merry.
Very.

Every Toon down in Toonville,
the tall and the small,
was singing, without
any presents at all.

The Man in the Snow scowled, having reached his breaking point. After everything he had done just to spite them, to make them cry, to break their Christmas spirit, nothing he would do would stop them from finding a way to make things better. In a fit of rage, he yanked off his hat and slid down the rocks, landing in front of his cave, crossing his arms and gritting his teeth.

He hadn't stopped Christmas
from coming. It came.

"Somehow or other, it came just the same!" He roared and Slash whined at his tone.

Jack and Maria climbed to the top of the mountain looking for Angus when he found the sleigh stuffed with everything.

"Mr. Black?"

"So this is where all our things went?" asked Maria, observing the mammoth-sized sack overstuffed with all the gifts, decorations and everything. "Why am I not surprised."

At that very instant, Jack began to scale the towering sack with Maria following close behind and they both rested at the top, getting a full view of the mountain range from above the clouds.

"Wow! I always wondered what is was like up here." Maria breathed, looking all around. "It's so beautiful."

"Yes, it is." Jack agreed, nodding.

In spite of herself, Maria leaned on Jack, resting her head on is shoulder as they both sat there, observing the snowy mountains of the Mansoons from on top all the stolen Christmas items.

And Angus, with his boot-clad
feet ice-cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling.

"How could it be so?" replied Angus, strangling his Santa hat before he turned to Slash. "It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!"

And he puzzled and he puzzled,
until his puzzler was sore.
Then Angus thought of something
he hadn't before.

As he stood there, staring down at Toonville and scratching his chin, a strange thought peered inside his mind. A thought that he hadn't conjured up in thousands of years.

"Maybe...Christmas..."

He thought.

"...dosen't come from a store. Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more."

It was right at this very moment that Angus finally realized and understood everything about the joyous Christmas season. Everything he ever thought of it, everything that he had taken for granted. All of these years isolating himself from the Toons and building up rage over the one thing he and the Toons never clearly understood. For Christmas was never about getting or giving cool toys, shopping for good deals and eating roast beast, it was more about the love and spirit. Suddenly, he felt a painful sensation in his chest and jumped back, clutching where his heart was as if he were having a heart attack. He tried to stand up and walk, but his movement was very weak and he couldn't do more than quiver and convulse. He fell back into the snow, screeching in pain.

"Slash! Help me! I'm feeling!" Angus screamed helplessly.

As Angus panted, he felt his heart beat faster than it did since ever. It even felt like it was expanding.

And what happened then?
Well, in Toonville they say,
that Angus's small heart
grew three sizes that day.

He put a hand to his heart and sat upright. Then he did something that hadn't done in years. He began to sob loudly, feeling sadness from the very first time. He sobbed and wailed like a baby as tears threatened to leak from his eyelids.

"What's happening to me?" He asked and began to watch the morning sun rise up from the clouds, shining it's bright, orange light in all it's glory, making Angus feel...warm.

"I feel...toasty inside. And I'm leaking." said Angus as he wiped the tears from his eyes and turned to his dog. "Oh, Slash."

Slash looked at him.

"I love you!" He laughed and held his arms out. Slash ran to him, jumped into his arms and licked his face. "Okay, that enough! I love you, too. Thank you."

The dog got off of him, then barked when he noticed something off about the sleigh. Angus looked at what he was barking at to see that the sleigh was beginning to give in and slowly slide.

"Oh no! The sleigh, the presents, they'll be destroyed. And I care! What is the deal?! WAIT!" The scared Angus rushed up and climbed the mountain as fast as his legs could carry with Slash in tow.

"It shouldn't! It couldn't! It mustn't! It wouldn't!" For once, he didn't care that he was talking in rhyme. "No now, not then, not ever again!"

He made it to the top just in time to see the sleigh was inches away from reaching the edge of the deep cliff so he had to act fast.

"Noooooooooo!" He screamed and jump towards the slipping sleigh, but missed and landed just a foot away from it, but it was moving quick. Angus quickly crawled after it and grabbed onto it. He then laid on his back, trying his very best to stop the sleigh from going any further. He pulled and pulled with all the strength he could muster, but no matter how hard he pulled, the sleigh kept moving.

"Boo-hoo!" He whined, giving up. "Oh, well. It's just toys, right?"

But then he noticed that he and Slash weren't alone. Jack and Maria peered over the top of the overstuffed sack and looked down at him.

"Hey, Mr. Black!" They shouted in unison.

Angus gasped at the familiar voice and saw the boy and girl.

"Jack Frost?" He yelled out to him, "What are you doing up there?!"

"We just wanted to be with you." answered Jack.

"No one should be alone on Christmas." replied Maria.

Angus was surprised. They actually wanted to be with him, after all he has done? No one had ever wanted to be with him before. Jack and Maria both smiled at him and Angus smiled back warmly. Sadly, their tender moment was short-lived as the sleigh slipping mighty fast and the front was now hanging over the edge, about ready to fall. Angus panicked, knowing he couldn't stop it. Then Jack's grip on the sack started to weaken and he whimpered, scared out of his wits. Maria became frightened as well, clinging tightly to Jack's body as they both threatened to slip and plummet to their deaths. But then Angus gasped when he saw his new friends in danger. Two young children were going to die along with the toys all because of him. This brought determination to Angus's facial features. He was not going to let these innocent kids die on his watch. Not like in the post office. Not now or ever. With newfound strength coursing through his veins, he gave the sleigh a good, strong pull and just like that, the sleigh was brought back and lifted into the air with Angus holding it from the bottom.

"I got you, Jack Frost!" He thundered with fierce pride.

"You did it!" Maria cheered.

Slash barked happily, dancing on his hind legs. Angus felt greater than ever as he held the sleigh up with his bare hands.