Meanwhile, in the sorting room of the post office, the chuckling of Angus could be heard as he was causing more mischief with the Toons' mail. He had taken his mask off and put his hood down as he was absolutely positive that there was no one about to see him doing his fiendish work.

"It'll take them years to sort this out." He called evilly as he re-arranged envelopes, packages, etc. "This is his, now it's yours. This is her's, now it's his."

Then Angus scampered about a couple feet in front of the slots with letters in his hands, preparing for the grand finale of his little sick game.

"And for the rest of you..." He then tossed the letters into various slots while crying, "Jury duty! Jury duty! Jury duty! Blackmail! Pink slip! Chain letter! Eviction notice! Jury duty!..."

More letters were thrown into the wrong slots quicker as Angus picked up the pace, emitting a light giggle of amusement.

Back with Jesper and Jack in the other section of the establishment, the man handed his son some letters while the crowd still remained, deciding to have him do a little assistance for him while he's here.

"Jack, would you mind helping me take these to the back room, son?" He requested. "And watch out for the sorting machine. You don't wanna get caught in there."

"Okay, dad." nodded Jack.

Once inside of the back room where a usual routine alarm blared, Jack entered the room where some presents were being rolled on a conveyor belt to be dropped into a hole in the ground with other presents piled up to be taken to the sorting machine below. Jack looked around the room, seeing the occasional stacks of gifts as well as the mail slots where Angus was. He didn't know why, but he started to feel uneasy and unnerved like he somehow felt the presence of someone hiding, watching his every move. Then he heard something drop to the floor behind him and he gasped and turned to see Angus's mask on the floor. He curiously picked it up and observed it, wondering it where it came from. Right above him, Angus held onto the walls in a corner, holding Slash, as he silently prayed Jack wouldn't suspect anything. Luckily, Jack just shrugged, making Angus sigh in relief. But then, as he waited for the boy to take off, the thick silence was broken by Slash's sneezing.

"Gesundheit." whispered Angus, before his eyes widened.

Jack heard this and spun around, seeing Angus before he shriek in terror and jumped back, arms up preparing to defend himself. Angus screamed as well, mocking the poor child. He jumped down from his hiding spot onto the floor and stared Jack down with his best menacing, intimidating glare. The brown-haired boy stood stiff like a statue as he was standing face-to-face with him. The Man in the Snow. He Who Does Not Like Christmas.

"It's...it's you. You're...you're...you're..." Jack stammered in his words, fear lacing his voice.

"You're, you're, you're...ANGUS BLACK!" Angus mimicked before he growled into Jack's face, making him jump backwards again. This time, he fell into the pile of presents leading to the sorting machine. He squirmed, trying to get himself free, but with no luck.

"Help me! Someone please help!"

Angus looked surprised. He expected the boy to ran away in horror, but not this. Not that he cared.

"Well, that worked out nicely." He commented with a smirk.

Jack's cries of distress were unheard when he plummeted deeper to a room of steaming and loud machinery where gifts were put on another conveyor belt to be stamped with a larger stamper. One present was stamped "Fragile". Jack continued to scream and try to wiggle his way out.

"Come on, Slash. Let's go." Angus ordered his dog. "Our work here is finished."

But then he was bitten on the behind by Slash, who wasn't going to let his ill-tempered master just leave a young child to die or get injured.

"That is not a chew toy!" snarled Angus as he spoke his body, tried to get Slash off of him. "Stop it, Slash! Get that out of your mouth! You have no idea where it's been!"

Jack was getting further down in the hole and closer to his fate. He could almost see the factory machinery that could possibly injure him if he doesn't get out of there soon. Steam whistles were blown and Angus had a choice to make. But he needed to choose quickly or else. He couldn't just walk out of there and leave Jack behind when he's about to crushed. Someone was going to walk in soon and see the commotion going on. Hearing Jack's frightened screams, it seemed he had no other option. Reluctantly and angrily forcing back every chance he had to just escape right now, he growled to himself, annoyed that he has to do the right thing.

"Bleeding hearts in the world unite!" He complained and went over to the pile, reached in until he grabbed Jack's ankle and pulled him right out, placing him onto his feet on the floor.

"There!" He growled, gritting his teeth, and grabbed his mask back from Jack. "Give me that! Don't you know you're not supposed to take things that don't belong to you?! What's the matter with you?! You some kind of WILD ANIMAL?! HUH?!"

Jack shook his head vigorously as he shouted.

"Let's go." Angus told Slash, satisfied that the situation was out of his hands now and headed for the exiting double doors.

"Thanks for saving me, sir." A grateful Jack suddenly thanked him.

But Angus immediately froze in his track once he made it to the double doors. He furiously dragged his fingers down on the glass, making loud squeaks, as he turned around to glare at Jack.

"Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing?" He asked, not believing his own ears.

"Well, yeah." answered Jack.

Angus only wagged his finger and said, "Wrong-o."

He grabbed some red wrapping pair nearby and advanced close to Jack slowly and intimidatingly.

"I can't help but notice that you are improperly packaged, my boy." He grinned evilly and before Jack could even blink, Angus started wrapping Jack up in a rushed fashion. "Hold still! Slash, pick out a bow!"

Slash barked in response as Angus resumed wrapping Jack before stopping, "Can I use your finger for a second?" and he finished wrapping him up in a large box and placing him on the conveyor belt for someone to find him. Angus finally left through the double doors and snapped the mask back in place.

"Ow." He said and disappeared with Slash.

Jesper entered the room, wondering what was keeping his son.

"Jack? Are you here?" He called.

"Dad!" answered back Jack's voice on underneath the red wrapping as he tried to free himself. "Dad, is that you? Help me out of this!"

"What on earth?" Jesper rushed to his son's aid and helped get the wrapping off of him. Once the paper was finally off, Jack looked surprised and scared out of his wits.

"Oh, thank you, Dad. You will not believe what I've just been through." Jack explained.

"You've been practicing you're Christmas wrapping? Oh, son, I'm so proud of you!"

Jack froze in his words when his father got the wrong idea. He was about to tell him about his encounter with Angus, but after Jesper thought he did something else, Jack thought against it and nodded in agreement. What would his father say if he was wrapped up like a present by He Who Does Not Like Christmas?

NARRATOR: Innocent young Jack
didn't know what to do.
In his head, bum-tumbled
a conflict or two.

"If Angus Black was so bad,
why did he save me?"
Maybe he wasn't so bad.
Maybe, just maybe.

After work, Jesper and Jack drove back home where they found darkness inside. The two got out of the car as Jesper the gifts from the roof of the car, confused by the jet darkness in the house.

"Lights aren't on in the house. Maybe you're mom's out shopping." implied Jesper.

Then a woman with long dirty blonde hair appeared from on top of the roof with a whole mess of Christmas lights with her. It was only Jack's mother and Jesper's wife, Alva.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're home." She cried with enjoyment. "I can feel it, Jack. This is the year. When everybody asks you has the most spectacular lights in all of Toonville, they're gonna cry out, "Mrs. Alva Frost"! That's who!"

True be told, she was competing in the annual Christmas lighting contest. Again. For every year, bless her heart, she has worked her tiny hands to the bone to win the contest by putting up the best lights, better than everyone else. Jesper picked up a chandelier and showed it to his wife.

"Isn't this the chandelier from the dining room?"

"It's all for the cause, dear." His wife assured, pulling up some lights. "Oh, and Jack? Can you be a dear and unscrew the bulb there from the refrigerator please? I missed that one for some reason."

None the wiser, Jack only shrugged and went inside to carry out his task. Alva got to work on the roof and pulled out a lamp, lantern, any object that provides light that would best suit her needs and her single-minded pursuit for success.

"Every year, Little Miss Jessica Rabbit always has the best lights. But not this year. This year, I'm going to beat that prim, perfect little prissy-"

"Alva!"

A voice interrupted Yves who froze upon hearing the familiar sound that made her cringe with annoyance. She looked next door to see a young, voluptuous woman with long, perfect red hair that covered her right eyes, purple eyeshadow, plump ruby lips and a feminine Santa outfit. For it was no other than Jessica Rabbit, Alva's rival and Mayor Westergaard's love interest. This gorgeous goddess had won every single lights contest, much to Alvas's chagrin. Oh, how Alva wanted to crush her so badly at the contest.

"Hi!" Jessica greeted.

"Jessica!" Alva gasped, dropping her things, hoping to god that her competition had overheard her little tirade against her just now.

"My, I've never seen so many beautiful Christmas lights, darling." crowed Jessica in her perfect little sultry voice.

"I'd blow every fuse in the house if I wanted to catch up with you, Jessica." Alva shot back.

Jessica held up an extravagant, shiny antique made of crystals and marveled it to show off at Alva, just out of spite, of course.

"Isn't this antique just divine? It's handcrafted and almost 100 years old." She chimed and walked over to a large object covered with a sheet. "This, however, it new. Manufactured specifically by the mayor himself."

She unveiled it to reveal a cannon-like machine with wheels that looks to big to beat in a contest and almost seems to be like cheating. Alva's eyes twitched and her jaw dropped along with the lights in her hands. She watched as Jessica got behind it, pulled a lever and activated the strange thing and with a loud gun-like fire, it shot out Christmas lights and put them in place on Jessica's house. Alva felt her leg grow weak as she felt like fainting. She still held on the the lights with Jesper, unfortunately for him, holding the other end. He felt it tug and grabbed it tightly.

"Woah! Alva! Honey! Sweetie!" He yelped.

Alva could do nothing but observe how perfectly Jessica used that new device to put up lights with even using a ladder or anything. She asked herself how she was going to compete against her now. How she was possibly going to top that machine her stupid boyfriend, the mayor of all people, crafted for her? Favoritism in a nutshell. After was seemed like hours, Jessica shut the device off which was now smoking from its work. She blew the smoke away, her work now finished before flashing a smug smile to her rival.

"Well, good night, Alva."

Alva wordlessly nodded, completely blown away and at a loss for words.