Rebecca made her way towards the bookstore to purchase the books for Mojo and paid for them. She looked at her watch on her wrist and said, "Okay, I might check the shop to see if the watch is still there."
She then hurries down the road toward the watch shop. Once she got there, she saw the watch in the display window and a man closing up the store. Rebecca said, "Mister, wait a minute! I need to buy that watch for my boyfriend as a Christmas present! Please unlock the shop and let me in?" The man said sadly, "I'm sorry, miss, but it's already closing time."
"But sir," Rebecca pleads. "It was a special gift-"
The man said, "Miss, I said before that it's closing time."
Rebecca said, "No, c'mon! I have the money! You've got to let me in and buy it!"
The man said, "For the last time, no. I'm sorry, miss. I really am, but I just can't do it."
Meanwhile, Mojo is at the jewelry store to get the necklace and it was closing time as well. Mojo said in disbelief, "WHAT?! You mean to tell me at this last minute that it's closing time?! But I really need to purchase, buy, and pay for the necklace and earrings set as a Christmas present for my girlfriend! Please, you have to let me in!"
The jeweler says, "I'm sorry, sir, but it's closing time."
"But, ma'am, tomorrow is Christmas." Mojo importunes.
The jeweler said, "I understand, but all the shops are closed at that time. I'm really sorry. The only time you can get this is after Christmas on December 26."
Mojo heaved a sigh of defeat and said, "Very well." After he leaves the jewelry store, Mojo feels his body quiver and his eyes watering with tears. Mojo walked as fast as he could to not break down, but it was too late when he was only three houses away from the Utonium Chateau that he sat on the curb and buried his face into his hands sobbing.
Mojo wept, "This is going to be the worst Christmas. I don't have a gift for Rebecca and she'll hate me for it." Unknown to him, Mojo felt a tiny paw on his knee and heard a tiny whimper. Also, he heard a familiar voice ask, "Mojo, what's wrong?" Mojo looked up to see Bubbles sitting by his side and Foxy on her hind legs with her paws on her master's knees.
Mojo sniffles, "I wanted to get Rebecca a special gift for Christmas, but I couldn't get to the store in time and it...it...closed. Now I don't have any presents for her and she'll be so sad on Christmas day."
Foxy whimpers and gently kisses Mojo's tears away as Bubbles gently pats his shoulder. Bubbles said, "Oh, Mojo, don't be sad. I'm sure that something will turn up and that Santa has something up his sleeve. Come on, let's get inside before it snows."
Not long before Mojo left the jewelry store, Rebecca was busy getting Mojo's present wrapped. She looked at the books and sighed, "Although I can't get him the watch, I bet these books will make him happy. What do you think, Roxi?" Roxi panted and gave a tiny yip, then Rebecca grabbed some Christmas wrapping paper, a roll of tape, a pair of scissors, and some red ribbons. As she begins to wrap the presents, Rebecca begins to think of her dear Mojo, remembering the day they first met. She sighs blissfully as a dreamy look fills her eyes, then begins to sing:
"When I'd got to know him, we found more things to say,
I always hoped to reach him, there had to be a way,
Everyone needs someone, he must need someone, too,
Now that I finally know him better, here's what I will do,
I'll read him stories
From picture books all filled with wonder,
Magic worlds where the impossible
Becomes the every day,
We'll climb a mountaintop
And find some moonbeams to sit under,
I'll lead, because I know the way,
So much to discover, I do it every day,
I could live inside bright pages
Where the words all rhyme,
We will slay the dragons that still follow him around,
And he'll smile, yes, he'll smile
As his dreams leave the ground,
Stories and stories,
'Bout mermaids, kings, and sunken treasure,
Magic worlds where the impossible
Becomes the everyday,
I know a tiny place,
Just a dot, too small to measure,
I'll take him there, I know the way,
Stories 'bout heroes
Who overcame their deepest sorrows,
They'll put hope into his heart,
He'll cherish every day,
He'll find a better world
And the strength to face tomorrow,
I'm sure that when he knows the way...
He'll want to stay."
As Roxi puts her little paw in the center of a bow Rebecca is tying, Rebecca smiles blissfully, still deep within her memories. "It seems like only yesterday."
Just then, Rebecca hears a knock at the door, jogging her out of her reverie. She quickly hurries over to answer it, upon which being greeted by Mojo, Bubbles, and Foxy.
Rebecca says, "Hi. Come on in. Is everything okay?"
Mojo took his coat and scarf off upon entering, then said, "The sidewalks were a little icy and I fell on my side, but Bubbles and Foxy came by to help me up." Mojo felt bad about lying to his girlfriend, but he didn't want to crush her spirit by telling her about not being able to get her present.
Over at the dump, Ace and Snake heaved sad sighs. Ace said, "Man, I can't even get Deanna's gift!"
Snake sighed, "Me neithersss."
Looking casually over his shoulder, Ace notices his rock guitar leaning against the wall. At almost the same time, Snake peeks over and sees his skateboard sitting in the corner. Upon this, the two exclaim, in almost the same breath, "Ooh, that's it!"
"Oh no, please go first." Ace says.
"Oh no, pleasssse, I insssist." Snake replies.
"Well, I was wonderin', maybe, if I could sell my guitar, I'd could get enough money fer Dee's present." Ace notes.
Snake said, "I wasss thinking the sssame thing! If I sellsss my ssskateboard, I could be able to get April'sss gift." The two then share determined looks. "If we hurry, we can make it just in time." Ace notes.
Upon this, the two hurry into town, presently arriving at the shopping center. They quickly round a corner, approaching a fancy shop; unfortunately, no sooner do they set foot on the front walk than they observe, to their horror, the shop closing! Ace and Snake look on dolefully as metal grating drops down over the windows. Just then, the two notice and elderly man stepping out of the front door. "Uhm, excuse us, sir." Ace addresses him, upon which the shopkeeper turns to face them. "We wassss hopin' ta trade thesssse for...ssssome gifts for our girlsssss." Snake says softly as he and Ace hold the items up.
The shopkeeper takes and looks over the guitar and skateboard, then shakes his head. "Mmn, I'm sorry, fellas, but those items aren't worth much." He then hands the items back to Ace and Snake, locks the door, and begins to leave. "Well, Merry Christmas, boys."
Very saddened and distressed, Ace and Snake begin to slowly traipse away from the shop, with tears trickling down their cheeks. They sit dolefully on a curb nearby, as Ace softly plays a slow Christmas tune on his guitar. Hearing the song, the shopkeeper pauses and peeks over his shoulder. A concerned look crosses his face as he traipses back up to the two. "Uhm, say, fellas," he addresses them, his voice now much less gruff. "I, uh, believe I was mistaken; those items seem to be worth somethin' after all." Upon hearing this, Ace and Snake's faces brighten; they gently brush their tears away. The shopkeeper then unlocks the door to the shop. "Please come in, boys." Now feeling lighthearted, the two hurry inside.