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"Dear respected Christmasland owner,

I am responding to your ad
in Spicy Menace Comic,

Volume 12, Issue 36.

Would I like to work
in Christmasland? You bet!

I have worked 19 years
for MCS Custodial Services.

I am trusted with shipping dangerous
chemical gasses all over the world.

I also work in schools,

where the Vice-Principal says
I'm a go-getter.

There is nothing I'm not ready to do

to earn a place among
your Christmasland staff.

Season's greetings!

Bing Partridge."

Mom?

Dad?

No, no...

No...

Hey, mister...

I have something for you.

It's an invitation to Christmasland.

I knew it!

Are you naughty or are you nice?

Nice.

Only those who truly deserve it
can go to Christmasland.

Vic?

What, you just leave me? No goodbye?

I didn't leave you.

That's what Mom said.
She said you left us both.

Well, then she misunderstood me.

Then help me understand.

Hold up, OK. Let's just...
How did you even find me here?

I shouldn't have had
to find you, Dad.

Chrissy, baby, who is it?

Hold on one second.

You're right.

I should have done this different.

You know, but I...
I had to get out of there.

Your mom and me bring out
the worst in each other.

She's better off without me.

It's for the best.

You should have told me.

I screwed up.

Sorry.

But I am here for you, Brat,
you know?

Anything you need.

It's Tiffany Jones.

I should have known.

Were they drinking?

Yeah.

Maybe when he runs out of beer...

She's a bartender, for Christ's sake.
He's in hog heaven.

I'm going to bed.

Vicky, how did you find out?

Some asshole's been painting dicks
on the loading dock again.

Jeez. I scrubbed them last week.

Yeah. Well, you're going to be
scrubbing them again.

Oh, my God.

Make some fresh coffee, will you?
This stuff tastes like horse piss.

No!

Vic.

Vic?

You alright?

You ride out here
like a bat out of hell,

and now you're, like, in outer space.

What was the name of that filthy doll
you had back in Third Grade?

What?

"Mousey"?

- Or was it "Rabbity"?
- Let's get out of here.

No. "Petey."
The one you had until I lost it.

Are you losing it now?

No, I'm not. What was its name?

It wasn't a doll, it was a rabbit,
and his name was Leonard, so...

If you were going
to bust my balls

we could have done this
where there's weed,

so I could be, you know...

OK. Don't move.

Where you going?

Honestly, I have no fricking idea.

Holy crap!

Craig! Hey.

Hey, you alright?

You alright?

What was that?

What did you see?

- That, Vic. Fricking that.
- Just tell me what you saw.

I saw a bridge, OK? I saw a bridge.
I saw it right there.

And I saw you go over it.

Good.

I tried to follow you and...

Maybe I'm the only one who can cross.

What?

Grab your bike.

Where did it take you?

The first time I went over,
it took me to my father's lost watch.

The second time,
his girlfriend's house.

Just now...

...to a landfill.

Leonard?

- Leonard!
- Yep.

What the hell?

Don't ever cross that thing again.
Alright? For anything.

One day you're finding rabbits,
the next day your dog is dead.

- I don't have a dog.
- OK, then it's you.

Then it's you.

Then it's you instead.

I've never seen you so scared.

Honestly, Vic, I...

I don't know how you're seeing
anything right now.

- Vic...
- Let's get out of here.

Vic?

Let's go.

Could you grab the file
on the Hawkeye Farms case, Nadine?

Thank you.

- Libraries got delivery now?
- Yeah, you wish.

Miss Howard's had you
on a no-lend list

since Pride and Prejudice.

That was six years ago.

- She tried to call the cops.
- She did.

She tried to get me to file
a police report on myself.

Come on, Maggie,
not more Wraith talk.

Listen, there were
only about 500 made.

- Maggie...
- No one really drives them.

They're more like a showpiece,

because once they break
it's hard to find the parts.

You want to go looking
for Wraith parts now?

It's an old car.

Had to have broken down
at some point.

Find the parts, find the Wraith,
and Danny.

Peter Ives didn't take him alone.

According to your... Scrabble bag?

- I'm sorry.
- It's fine.

- I know you were fond of Danny.
- Am.

I am fond of him.
I taught him how to read.

OK, well, you know,
he's most likely...

There's a junkyard in Nebraska
with spare Wraith parts.

Please.

Young Bing Partridge,
the man of the hour.

We're overdue for a chat, sir.

Probably the most important chat
of your life.

Charles T Manx at your service.

CEO of Christmasland Enterprises,

Director of Christmasland
Entertainment,

President of Fun.

The hand of Fate
has brought us together.

I was on my way here
to locate a certain individual,

an individual able to find
a Shorter Way...

when I received
your inquiry of employment.

You are the author of this missive,
are you not?

Are you offering me a job?

Slow down, Mr Partridge.
I'm interviewing you for a future.

Unless you prefer to spend
your days scrubbing away

at crude depictions
of male galliformes.

- What?
- Cocks, Mr Partridge. Cocks.

I need a new Chief of Security

to protect the children of the world.

You do agree that children need
protection, do you not?

I think so.

Then get in.
Time is wasting, sir.

Thank you.

So Bing, I have been watching you,

and I wonder, in your work
at Sochempharm,

what are the gases
to which you have access?

Oxygen, nitrogen, helium...

Some stuff called sevoflurane.
For dentists mostly.

We call it gingerbread
'cause that's what it smells like.

It's an anesthetic?

Yeah, you huff a little bit,

and kind of do
what people tell you to do.

You become open to suggestion.

Yeah.

Huff too much though,
and it just knocks you out.

I see.

I got to level with you, Mr Manx.

Ever since I wrote you that letter
I've dreamed about Christmasland.

And it was... it was scary.

Scary?

Heavens, no!
What, is hot cocoa scary?

Are presents every day scary?

No.

Not scary like that, but...

Scary, because...
I can't ever get in.

Well, only very special people
ever get in.

Am I special?

That's why I'm looking you over.
To find out.

Tell me, Bing, when you dreamed
about Christmasland,

did the moon wink at you?

How did you know?

Because maybe you do belong
in Christmasland.

I'm so sorry, Mr Manx.

I just... I feel very tired.

I think I'm about to fall asleep.

Good.

The road to Christmasland...

is paved in dreams.

So...

Dad says we're
better off without him.

Maybe we are.

No more handing over the cash
after scrubbing toilets all day.

Maybe you could pick up
an extra client or two.

Yeah?

- Hire somebody to help you out.
- I've been thinking about that.

Have you in the afternoons
and on weekends and...

after you graduate,
well, the sky's the limit.

Vic!

Willa told me
you're applying to RISD.

What a wonderful school.

Yes, we were just talking
about Vic's future.

Well, if you need anything at all,
you let me know.

I have a sorority sister
in the registrar's office.

Thank you, Mrs Brewster.

Everything's bright and shiny!

It's about half as much without
your father's pitchers of beer.

See?

You haven't asked me about RISD.

RISD...

What even is that?

It's the Rhode Island
School of Design.

It's a Fine Arts college. A good one.

It would have been nice to hear it
from you instead of Angela Brewster.

That was embarrassing.

I want to go to college, Mom.

Your father's filling you
with crazy...

- It's not crazy.
- He's the hero, I'm the villain.

You're not. I know you're the one
who kept the family together.

- And a roof over our heads.
- I know. You're the strong one.

I'm worried about Dad
living with a bartender.

Don't be.

It's not your responsibility.

This sucks, Vicky.
Your father's the one that left.

He's better around me.

Sorry, Ma.

Promise me one thing.

If there's hard liquor in...

...in that house,

you come right back home, OK?

Love you.

Not bad.

Mom says I'm too old
to draw with chalk

and that regular girls text
with their friends.

Mine told me the same thing.

Who says we want to be regular?

I want friends.

Vic?

Your dad said you were sick
but you'd be better in a few days.

I am better, thanks to you.

These are yours.

Yeah. I got them
down to size for you.

I wrote my number in the cover.

I already have it.

Good. Call if you need any tips.

Or even if you don't, OK?

- You're leaving?
- I'll be around.

We'll always be friends,
OK, Maggot?

OK, Weasel.

Sorry.

Hey, Vic, hold on.

Wait up.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to...
- No, no. What's going on?

What's up?

What? What's wrong?

Just... me and Mom.

Yeah?

- Hey, Vic.
- Hi.

- Kind of a surprise.
- Yeah, I know.

Sorry I was throwing myself around
last night. I was just...

...surprised you left, is all.

That's OK.

We'll figure it out, you know?

We can put her in my craft room.
We can move some stuff around.

Right. Yeah.

OK?

- Does Mom know you're here?
- Uh-huh.

Here we have the laboratory.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Do you not want me here?

Of course I want you here.

I'm just not sure this is
the best place for you right now.

You have school, and college stuff.

Mom doesn't want me to go to college.

At least you believe I can do it.

Hey, of course
you can go to college.

Look, Tiff's... kind of funny

about people, you know,
touching her crap.

- Crap's right.
- Hey.

This is her house. OK?

Be nice, and just, you know,
don't touch anything.

That's you and Grandma.

That's supposed to be a surprise,
so please don't touch that.

Grandma loved Mom.

Everybody loved your mom.
That woman lit up a room.

Dad, I have to ask you something.

Can you ever see us in a way, like...

you could ever come home?

You and me and Mom?

Look...

Your mom and I grew up together,
right?

We had some good times.

Best of all, we had you.

Things have changed between us.

I can never go back there.

OK?

You understand?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm going to go smooth it out
with Tiffany. You stay in here.

OK.

I'm sure it's cool, you know?

You, me and Tiff.

Alright.

Fella come in for some body work
on a '38 Wraith.

Bended-up left front fender.

Needed to replace the brake drums.

Said he'd spun out on some black ice
into a ditch.

When was this?

Thirty-two years ago, come October.

Well, you seem sure about the date.

That's when my son and my grandson
disappeared with the car

and the son of a bitch who owned it.

- You remember the owner?
- Yeah.

He was a sickly fella. Bad teeth.
About 80 years old.

And your son fixed his car?

Robbie got spellbound on that car.

Even when it did spooky stuff.

Spooky stuff like what?

Goddamn thing started by itself.

Robbie would say
it was crossed ignition wires.

One day I come home
and Robbie Junior's yelling,

"Grandma, the car got Daddy."

I come out. The goddamn thing has
Robbie pinned against a garage wall.

Robbie said it was his fault.
The thing rolled off its blocks.

That car had a mind of its own.

Then...

one day I come home,

and the car is gone.

My son is gone,
and so is my grandson.

Well, I... reckon people leave
for all kinds of reasons.

They didn't leave, Sheriff.

My family was took.

But in my heart of hearts,
I know that little rat-face took 'em.

Somehow.

Well...

...if somebody comes asking
for old Wraith parts,

will you give me a call?

A lot of good it will do you.

But yeah.

Christmasland?

No, Christmasland is to the west.

And once a year, Bing Partridge,

I take someone special.

Me?

All children are welcome

but adults
must first prove their worth.

I'll do anything, Mr Manx.

I need you to help me
save ten children.

Save them from monsters.

What monsters?

Their parents.

The bad ones.

If every day was Christmas
for a child,

instead of another day
of misery and woe,

wouldn't that be wonderful?

Yeah. I guess so.

Excuse me, Mr Manx,
taking children from their parents,

isn't that kidnapping?

Absolutely not.

It's a matter of rescue
and retrieval.

Any child would give their teeth
to live an eternity in Christmasland.

There's something ahead
I want you to see.

Tiff! You know Vic's
going to art school?

She's got a talent like you, babe.

Of course she does.
She's your daughter.

Yeah, well, I need to get in first.

And when would that be?

Applications are due soon.

So you'd be on your way...

Next fall, if I get in.

- What do you mean, if you get in?
- If I get in.

You're a shoe-in.

Oh, shit.

This is ridiculous, Vicky.
Get in the car.

- You shouldn't be here.
- Neither should you. Get your stuff.

I'm not leaving.

She came here to try to save you.

- You know what, Linda...
- Save him? From what?

- From this. From this.
- Oh, OK!

She came here
because she has a talent.

She wants to go to college.

Vicky, look at me.

You stay in this flophouse
with your father,

the closest you'll come to college
is tending bar with a baby bump,

next to the valedictorian
of Margaritaville over here.

Pardon my French! I'm sorry,
what's wrong with tending bar?

- You clean houses.
- At least I don't wreck 'em.

How long you been
banging my husband?

I give Chrissy the love he deserves.

- And I don't push him.
- Linda, get back in your car.

Fix it with your hands, drunk!
Go ahead.

Alright, that's
what we're doing here?

Give her a preview, huh?

Stop it!

I'm calling the cops. OK?
Is that what you want?

Call the cops, right now. Alright?

I do not want the police here.

I am not leaving without Vicky.
I'm not leaving without her.

Vic?

Vic!

Fix it with your hands, drunk!

Preview of the coming attraction!

I'm gonna call the cops.
Is that what you want?

Don't worry.

You're... You're safe here.

Where am I?

Here. Here, Iowa.

Iowa?

What? No.
I'm from Haverhill, Massachusetts.

Well, you came a long way.

You are the Brat, right?

And I'm guessing
the motorbike is your knife,

and that old bridge over there
is your inscape.

Of course, sorry.

You look about that age. This is
still probably pretty new to you.

You think you're going crazy,

but you're not. You're...

You're a strong creative.

Wait, do you have something for me?
Something someone left or lost?

Yeah. Yeah, I've been expecting you.

I'm not really supposed
to crash here,

but Miss Howard takes pity on me
because I'm an orphan.

I've seen this place before.

My Scrabble tiles told me
you were coming.

They can tell me
just about anything, if I listen.

They can't give me proper nouns,
though, like in Scrabble.

But nicknames are OK,
hence "the Brat."

I'm Maggie Leigh, by the way.

Vic McQueen.

My dad calls me Brat.

Well, Brat, let's go
take care of that knee.

I like your fish tank.

Thank you.
It is a pain in the ass to clean.

So what did you call my bridge
before, when we were outside?

It's an inscape. It's a world dreamed
up in your imagination.

Everybody has them

but only strong creatives
can pull theirs into the real world

with the help of a knife.

- My bike?
- Exactly.

It cuts the fabric
between the real world

and the world of thought.

And allows you
to access your bridge.

Sorry.

So every time I cross it,

my head kills me and my left eye
feels like there's a needle in it.

That is the...

cost... of a gift.

I didn't used to stutter
before my bag found me.

I was about your age,
maybe a little younger,

but it varies, like puberty.

I know what you're thinking.

Why you, right?

Or me?

But think about it.

Some people are movie stars.

Some people speak
a dozen foreign languages

or are amazing cooks,

and some people
are strong creatives.

People like us?

I'm a medium.
It's a gift, but it's different.

I help interpret the static.

Thank you.

You said that you had
something for me.

My tiles, they've been chatting
about you for days.

What is the Brat here to find?

Oh, God, no. I don't...

It's creepy, I know.

"The Wraith."
Is that something you lost?

No, but I am looking for him.

It's a guy?

It is a serial child abductor.

He's a strong creative too.

He took a kid I know.

I think I should start heading out

before my bridge or inscape
starts to fade, or...

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, but my tiles say that you're
supposed to help me find...

Thank you for all the help, Maggie.
I'm sorry you lost your friend.

Daniel. His name is Daniel Moore.

He's eight years old, Vic.

The Wraith killed his mother
and took him

from the only home he knows,
Vic, OK? Please, just wait.

You are the only person
that can stop him, OK?

The girl who finds lost things
can find lost children.

Don't you see you've been chosen?

I don't want to be chosen.

Your tiles are wrong.

Vic?

Haley.

How did you do that?

Haley, listen to me.

You never, ever
tell anyone about this.

- Where did the bridge go?
- Haley, promise me.

You're squeezing my arm.

The bridge?
That bridge is dangerous.

There's bats in there

and strange places
and strange people.

- You're scaring me.
- Good.

Promise you won't tell.

I promise.

I promise.

- I'm sorry.
- It's OK.

What are you doing out here anyways?

Mittens ran away.

He'll come back.
He always does, doesn't he?

Let's go home. I'll give you a ride.

Helmet on.

Hop on.

Squeeze my waist real tight.
Don't let go.

Mr Manx, Mr Manx!

There's a dead girl in the ice.

Not dead.

Not yet.

Maybe not for many years.

What is this place?

This, Mr Partridge,
is the Graveyard of What Might Be.

These are all children...

...who, if I do nothing,
will have their childhoods stolen

by their mothers and fathers.

All of them.

Beaten with chains,

fed cat food,

sold to perverts...

Consider this one.

Lily Carter.

Turned to a life of sin
by her father.

She never had a chance.

Her childhood ended
before it even began.

If only there had been another
to take her off to Christmasland.

You could line all these parents up
and put a bullet in their brains,

for all I care.

Or a nail.

I wish I could have saved you
back then, Bing.

But will you help me
save the others?

Before it's too late.

Yes. Yes.

Good.

Let's go back to the car
for some hot cocoa.

Then we have work to do.

There is someone who might threaten

the magic and wonder
of Christmasland.

Someone in Haverhill.

Tell me, Bing Partridge,

what do you
know about the Shorter Way?