Every Toon down in Toonville was doing about their daily Christmas shopping and other business as well. Everyone carried their wrapped-up gifts and shopping bags and who knows what else. Suddenly, Angus, donned with a black, raggedy cloak, his long hair pathetically-tied up in a ponytail so that people won't step on it and an outlandish, grinning mask to hide his facial features from the public, tip-toed through the snow-covered streets with Slash by his side, devious and mischievous ideas circling his mind. If those Toons were going to prank him this year, then maybe he should return the favor and that's just what he'll do. He stopped when three Toons rode past him on a three-seated bicycle carrying Christmas gifts who flashed him a smile and a wave. Angus could only glare at them with pure hatred behind his mask, which, thankfully, they didn't see.

"Merry Christmas!" They called out to him.

"Oh, yeah! You bet! Ho, ho, ho and stuff." called back Angus sarcastically as he watched them ride away. Suddenly, their bicycle split into three from a recent prank Anus pulled in the middle of the street, disrupting the traffic and the crowd.

"Oh my! Someone has vandalized that vehicle!" Angus gasped in mock shock and looked down at this dog who whined. "You see, Slash? The city is a dangerous place."

NARRATOR: Angus hated Christmas,
The whole Christmas season.
Now, please, don't ask why.
Nobody quite knows the reason.

Angus maneuvered through the town acting as casually as he could be, inconspicuously carrying a large hacksaw behind him which obviously he had used on the bicycle earlier. A traffic officer walked by him and waved at him with a nodding smile.

"Top of the day." The officer said.

"Flatfoot." Angus waved back before he stopped in front of two young children and handed them the saw to get rid of the evidence.

"Hey, kids! Here's a present for you!" He shouted when the kids took the sharp tool and took off with him shouting them on. "Make sure to run real faster than that! Let's go! Double time! Move, move, move, move, move!"

He grinned to himself. Another prank well done, he thought to himself triumphantly.

It could be perhaps
that his shoe were too tight.
Or it could be perhaps that his head
wasn't screwed on just right.

On he went to create more mischief, skating across the road by holding onto the bumper to a car as it drove. He lets go after it came to a stop and continued his way through the crowded streets of Christmas-loving Toons, making him boil inside with anger and annoyance.

"Merry Christmas!" cried a pedestrian.

"Idjit." grumbled Angus.

But I think that the
most likely reason of all
may had been that his heart
was two sizes too small

The Yuletide-loathing troublemaker elbowed a passing Toon carrying an armful of presents, knocking him down to the ground with the gifts falling onto the snow-covered pavement. Angus was suddenly stopped by the crooked salesman who held his candy cane-colored cane in front of him who was looking for a good sale.

"Hey, stranger! Won't let you go until you buy a chapeau!" He grinned.

Unluckily for him, the Man in the Snow wasn't in the mood to deal with these idiots so the annoyed Angus grabbed the salesman by the shirt and brought him close to his face, lifting his mask over his mouth. Angus took a deep exhale right in his face, forcing him to inhale the toxic, foul-smelling, insufferable stench of his halitosis. He has never brushed his teeth in decades or at least taken a mint. Angus lets him go as the salesman's body became weak from his breath and he wanted away chuckling as the salesman fainted forward on the ground. Some oblivious Toons on a bicycle rode over his unconscious body.

As this went on, everything still went on as usual for most Toons. Green Christmas by Barenaked Ladies played over some speakers. Jack was walking with his father over to the post office where he worked with Jesper carrying the purchased merchandise on his arms with a grin on his face, but his son's face displayed no happiness of any kind.

"Oh, boy. Nothing beats Christmas, am I right?" He chuckled, asking his son.

Jack only shrugged and replied, "I guess."

His father looked at him strangely at his dry answer. The fact that his usually optimistic and fun-loving child was seldom in such a rut on the holidays was entirely new to him.

"You guess?"

"Well, it's just that I look at you, mom and everyone getting all anxious and worked up. Doesn't this seem...a bit too much?"

Jesper was caught off guard by Jack's lack of enthusiasm. He used be really excited and happy come the Christmas season. But before he could so much as open his mouth to respond back...

"DAD! DAD!"

They looked to see Kristoff and Eugene frantically and frightfully rush through the crowd towards them, covered from head to toe in ice and snow, shivering from fear and the cold from their encounter on Mt. Krumpit. Ever observant, yet the most worrisome, their father looked at them with surprise while having a hunch his two older sons were involved in delinquent horseplay that came back to bite them both in the butt.

"What happened to you?" demanded Jesper.

"It was...Angus Black!" Kristoff shouted.

All of the sudden, as soon as the familiar person's name was called out loud, the business among the Toons through the toon halted as everyone gasped and screamed with fright, car tires squeaked to a stop, causing hysteria in the road and even the music over the speakers cut off abruptly. The Toons panicked and stopped in their tracks as soon as they all heard Angus's name. Let it be known that because Angus was very much feared because of his hatred of Christmas, that even the mere mention of his name was forbidden.

"Angus Black?!" Some Toons screamed, trembling.

"What do you want?! I mean...Black?! Oh no!" The perpetrator in question standing by them asked, but then he remembered he was supposed to keep a low profile and remain incognito before yelping with a high-pitched voice so they wouldn't notice his true identity.

That's when a man with reddish-brown hair and sideburns walked out of a store upon hearing that dreadful name. It was none other than Hans Westergaard, the dedicated mayor of the gold town of Toonville.

"Did I hear someone say "Angus Black"?" asked Hans, casting a fishy stare towards the whole crowd.

Jesper forced a nervous smile as he gazed upon the political leader of the town, hoping that his two older sons won't get him in any trouble and taking a mental note to have some serious words with them when they got home.

"H-Hello, Mayor Westergaard, sir." He stammered with a hidden whimper in his voice.

"Uh, Jesper?" Hans calmly gestured the man forward and Jesper obediently came to him nervously, not wanting to look bad in front of the mayor. Hans spoke quietly to him, "I'd hate to have to remind you all that this Christmas marks 1,000th Toonbilation."

"Toonville's most important celebration!" Hans's aide, the Duke of Wesleton, brought in.

"And the Book of Toon says very clearly..." The Mayor gestured the Duke to hand him a large, thick book with the words "The Book of Toon" embedded on the cover. He reads, "'Every size of Toon we can measure knows that Toonbilation is a time we must treasure'. Now, Jesper, please tell me that your boys were not out on Mt. Krumpit provoking the one person within a billion miles from here who hates Christmas."

"But it was Black!" chimed the two boys in protest, causing the citizens to panic once more. Jesper instinctively rushed over and covered their mouths before they could say anything else.

"No, no, sir, the boys didn't see anyone named Black." chuckled Jesper nervously. He turned, removing his hands, making the two rave on again before he covered their mouths again. "They were probably just up on the mountain playing with matches or defacing public property, you know, teenage stuff. You know how it is."

This made Hans sigh with relief and he said, "Well, that's a relief. Alright! You heard the man! There's no Angus Black problem here!"

Everyone also breathed a heavy sigh of relief and went about their business as if nothing happened. Suddenly, Angus shot a spitball from afar that hit Hans in the cheek, making him yelp and press a hand to his cheek. Angus chuckled and scurried along. Minutes later at the local post office, things were getting crazy as usual.

"Jesper, I need this here by tomorrow."

"Heck of a rush." said Jesper, stamping a present handed to him by a Toon before he tossed it behind him into the hands of his co-worker. He did the same with another present and another and another and so on. Jack stood in the back where the letters were kept as it was bring-your-kid-to-work day. Jesper skidded passed his boy on a rolling ladder.

"I just don't understand something, Dad. I mean, why won't anyone talk about Black? Is he really that dangerous?" asked Jack, still curious about the Man in the Snow himself.

"You kids and Black." His father replied, tossing some gifts onto a conveyor belt. "It's quite complicated, Jack, you see, Angus is a Toon who always...well, actually he's someone you wouldn't necessarily call a Toon, because Toons are mostly happy. Not like him. No, he's just a hateful, sociopathic maniac who just doesn't like Christmas. Never celebrates it, never wants anything to do with it. Just take a look at his mailbox. Not a single Christmas card ever since. Not in or out."

Jack observed the mailbox that read Angus's name with was filled with nothing but spiderwebs and dust. There hasn't been any mail for Angus in many years, so no one even bothered to clean it to send anything to him. Jack's mind went on in confusion as he turned to face his father.

"But how come?" The boy asked.

Jesper struggled to respond. Angus was a difficult subject to press on. But his mind was interrupted by the mob of consumers by the counter, chattering incoherently out loud and holding their gifts. Jesper quickly sprung back to work, pushing his ladder to the other side.

"I'll be right there." He told the customers. "Alright, we'll straighten this out."