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Now, here's a tale you haven 't heard.

A tale no one's ever heard till now.

It happened once upon a time,
not so long ago...

... in a year when Christmas
went to the dogs.

Nine dogs, that is.

The Nine Dog Christmas.

We begin with two dogs...

... the all-time unluckiest,
most misfortunate street mutts ever.

But something was about
to change their world.

Can you hurry it up, Tank?
-I can't hurry any faster, Snowplow.

Lousy holidays.

Christmas turkeys, Christmas ham.

Nothing but work for me.

Hey!

Thieves! Vandals!

Help! Police!

You ganging up on me, huh?

A fine affair, you lousy punks.

What? It's just a couple of mutts.

Think I run a lousy canine café here?

Wait for me, Snowplow.

We gotta make tracks, pal.

The next time I see you
is gonna be last time...

...you lousy, mangy...

And a merry Christmas to you too.

Now that was a close call,
huh, Snowplow?

Was there ever a scrape so tight
I couldn't get us out?

Now, there's the life...

...huh, Snowplow? Look.
Nice, warm place to call home.

Two square meals a day. Cool.

Careful what you wish for, Tank.

You have humans to deal with.
Little ones.

Kids, Tank.
Bunch of rug monkeys crawling...

...all over you
when you're trying to sleep.

I've seen a swarm of them
cover a dog worse than fleas.

You ought to be happy
with what you got.

I am grateful for what I got. I am.

You see, I'm not grumbling.
It's just that...

...my stomach is.

Maybe we got no home,
but we got our freedom, pal.

There. That's it. That's when it changed.

And that is where our story truly begins.

Where are we, Snowplow?

We're together, Tank. That's where.

Together's cool,
but this place gives me the creeps.

Easy, pal.

Call me when it's over.
-All right...

...come out and show yourselves.

Amigos!

Welcome to
Pierre La Rond's Traveling Circus.

Me? I'm busting out of here now.
You can come if you want.

What, and give up show business?

It's not so bad when you're used to it.
We get two square meals a day.

Least once a week.
-Yeah, fellas, this is living.

Okay, Frenchie,
let's get this show on the road.

And so the two dogs
had now become eight.

Mom, is it real?

No, dear. Now, come along.

I sure hope Santa brings me that.

Do you think he will? Can I ask him?

Well I suppose so, dear.
After all, it is Christmas.

Move it. Move it.

We've got less than 48 hours
to load up that sleigh.

Oh, I almost forgot.

There's another part to our story.
A quite important part.

And it begins here.

The man in red has a perfect
departure record...

...and as long as I'm in charge,
it's gonna stay that way. Understand?

Yes, sir, Mr. Buzz, sir.

Then let's move it. Move it.

We can do better than this, people.
Get your backs into it.

We have to...

Sounded expensive.
-Sounded like Agnes Anne.

What in the name of Kris Kringle
are you doing?

Trying to put batteries in, sir,
Mr. Buzz, sir.

Elf policy number one?
-Batteries not included, sir.

Remember that, Agnes Anne.

Spit and polish.

Mr. Buzz has to see his self
in those hoofs.

Yes, sergeant.

Dasher, did we sleep
with the window open again?

Wouldn't you? Smells like a barn in here.

It is a barn.

Oh, you too, Cupid?

Wow, you don't look so good.

That red nose looks like
it's gonna burn out any second.

Oh, no.

Yes. Very good. Excellent.

Keep up the pace. Excellent.

I'll fix it, sir.

Mr. Buzz, sir.

Just put it in a box and stamp it
"some assembly required."

That's why he gets the big bucks.

Mr. Buzz.

Watch it.

This better be good, Number Two.

Yes, sir. But it's... It's not, sir.

What?
-Not good. No, sir.

Sorry, sir. It's... It's the reindeer.
You see, sir...

...they got the flu.

Sir. Mr. Buzz, sir.

Don't tell me it's the North Pole Flu.

Okay. It's not.

But it is.

Oh, no.

No, sir. Not gonna happen.
Not on my watch.

But... But...

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Look at that nose. That's...

That's trouble. Wait a minute.
I've been through worse than this.

And how did I do it?
What did I have that nobody else had?

I had stick-to-it-iveness.

What are we gonna do, sir?
-Replacements, that's what.

These aren't the only
flying reindeer in the world.

But how? Where? When? There's no time.

I'll handle it. You keep the toys moving.

I'll need assistants. A dozen. Maybe two.

Your best workers. Who can we spare?

We're running beyond capacity already.

All departments are staffed
with emergency personnel.

We need everybody, sir.

Well, everybody except her.

Agnes Anne, you're reassigned.

To what, sir?

Operation Reindeer Roundup.

Follow me.

Hey, Snowplow, this crazy ride's
making me woozy.

I don't feel so good.
-Your boy's new to the road.

He'll get used to it when you're
at it as long as us.

Name's McGregor.
-Snowplow. That's Tank.

Pleasure to meet you.
This one's Cheech. Yonder is Q-T.

The boxer's Chester. There's Fetch.
-Hey, McGregor. Hey.

His name's No Name.
-Where we going now, McGregor?

McGregor, are we going home?
Are we, huh? Are we?

Aye, my friend. That we are. He likes
to think so, and we like to play along.

Watch it, will you?
-He's fetching me face.

What's going on now?

Pierre's getting ready
for the big performance.

Tonight, he shows off the new act.

The Flaming Leap of Death.

Now, that sounds cool.
Let's watch, okay, Snowplow?

I wanna see the Flaming Leap of Death.

You it, homey.
-No dog'll do it more than once.

Always a new fella who makes
the Flaming Leap.

And that'd be... Hey, you brothers.

We'll be out of this fleabag business,
Frenchie. You'll see.

I'm gonna hit it big.

Dumb...

I'll be playing Vegas, like the fellas
with the tigers. You'll see.

Where is he? Let me at him.
I'll give him a left upper lower.

So where are we gonna find reindeer,
Mr. Buzz, sir?

Very simple, Agnes Anne. All we do is...

Well, we simply...

We can just... Well, we'll start right here.

Hello? Sir? I say, there.

Hello?

Can't you see I'm on the...?

Who's that? Who's there?
-I'm here.

What do you kids want?

Kids? Of all the...

My good man, I wonder if you'd tell me
where I might find some reindeer.

Try the North Pole, kid.

They're all sick.

You mean Santa's got
no reindeer this year?

Precisely.
-You're kidding me, junior.

I certainly am not.

Then how's he gonna bring the toys?

He isn't. Unless I find some reindeer.

Why don't you check the yellow pages.

Yes. Nine reindeer. You have them?

Only eight. I can live with eight.

Oh, and they can fly, right?

Hello?

Hello?

How will we ever find anything
in a place as big as this?

How? I'll tell you.
You just gotta be stick-to-it-ive.

What have we found so far?
-Let's see.

Seven fish, two pigs, a chicken
and a partridge in a pear tree...

...and roughly zero reindeer.

I'm not letting the big guy down.

I know what they say behind my back.
They say old Buzz is past his prime.

They say it's time to hang up
the elf hat and quit.

But I'll show them. I still got fight in me.

I'll make them see.

My... My glasses. I can't... I can't see.

I'll get them.

What was that?
Tell me that wasn't my glasses.

Oh, dear.

Ladies and gentlemen,
children young and old...

...welcome to
Pierre La Rond's Traveling Circus.

Tonight,
the most daring feat in all history.

The heart-pounding, showstopping,
Flaming Leap of Death.

Hey, that's your cue, homeboys.

I'm not making no leap of death,
flaming or otherwise.

Oh, Mr. Pierre can be awful persuasive
when he wants to.

So who is the lucky sucker who wears
this stupid outfit tonight, huh?

Get out of our faces, Frenchie.

You. You're on.

Be careful, all right?

Pierre La Rond,
world's greatest showman...

... as he saw it, anyway,
was no friend to the dogs.

And now, the Flaming Leap of Death.

All right, leap.

I said, leap.

I said leap, and I meant leap.

Watch the ears, pal.

No.

Imbecile!

Look what you've done.
Are you trying to ruin me?

Now, that was a real showstopper.

Ladies, gentlemens, children young
and old. Please, there's more to see.

What is that?

"Pierre La"...

Can you read it, Agnes Anne?

I would if I could, but I can't read.

Miss? Ma'am? What's that say?

That says "Rond", dear.

"Rond, dear." Rond...

Reindeer. Reindeer.
Thank you, ma'am. Thank you.

You're welcome, dear.

How many are in there?
-I don't know.

Eight or...
-Perfect.

But I don't know if these really are...

Of course they are. I think.

They are a little small,
and the colors are kind of funny.

But they're reindeer, all right.

Well, if the boss says so,
then reindeer they are.

Come on, Santa's back in business.

Hello? Anybody here?

We've got a first-class emergency.
We'll write a note.

Say we borrowed the reindeer.
The owner's gonna understand.

I'll say Santa will make it up to him.

Come on, Frenchie.
We've gotta find some suckers.

Or, as some call them, customers.

Don't bother me now, we got work to do.

What is...? That's my truck!

Stop! Thief!

Are we going home now, McGregor?
Are we going home? Are we?

I'm not sure where we're going, friend.
-But we're on our way.

North Pole? Come on,
we gotta get them dogs back.

We've never been on the road
this long before.

I'm ready. Let me at him. Bring it on.

False alarm, Chester.
-Go fetch it?

Whatever it is, old Fetch'll fetch it.
He chases everything.

Where do you think we're going?
-We're going home.

We're going home.

Poor bloke. Just don't understand.
This is our home.

The truck went on and on
into a world they'd never known.

A place they'd never dreamed existed.

Mr. Buzz, are you sure
we're going the right way?

We're on course, of course.
The North Pole is just over that hill.

Glad I found my spare spectacles, or it'd
be the South Pole just over that hill.

So, what's your story? Runaway?
Kicked out? Why'd you leave home?

I never had much of a home.

You see, me and Snowplow,
we've been on the streets since...

Well, going on forever, I guess.

Well, we get by. Snowplow,
he gets us out of all kinds of scrapes.

I had a home once.
A great house, fireplace...

...big dog bed with deep red cushions.

They decided to move,
but they couldn't take me with them.

Too much trouble, I guess.

Well, that... That really stinks, huh?

I'll find another home.
Someday. We all will.

Rope.

Chain.

Arc welder.

Salt and vinegar potato chips.

For me. Padlocks.

If Santa went
and dognapped them mutts...

...they gotta be worth more
than I ever imagined.

I'm gonna get them back,
whatever it takes.

Still no sign.

Wait, somebody's coming.

It's him, it's Buzz.

We can bust out of here
if we work together.

We didn't think you were
gonna make it, Mr. Buzz.

When Buzz says he's gonna do a thing,
he does it.

On the count of three.

Behold, not one...

One.
...not two...

Two.
...not three...

Three.

Are we home now, huh?
Is this home? Is it, huh?

What happened to the reindeer?
Where did these dogs come from?

That's what I tried to tell you.

These look like... Like...
-Dogs.

Of course they look like dogs.
Because they are.

Dogs don't get reindeer flu.

If I brought reindeer, they'd just get sick.

Come on, you guys.
You know old Buzz is smarter than that.

Oh, yeah.
-Sure.

Don't know what we
was thinking, Mr. Buzz.

It happens.

Can they fly?

Can they fly? "Can they fly?" he asks.

Can they?

Of course they can fly.

You think I'm gonna get dogs
that can't fly?

We gotta teach these dogs to fly.

Three thousand miles to go.
Frenchie, we'll be there in no time.

Right?

Hup, two, three, four. Step to it.

Shape it up. You can fly.

Remember, reindogs love snow.
Just think positive.

That's one way to get rid of the fleas.

Oh, yeah, man. That's cool.
-Too cool.

We are tough, oh, yeah, it's true
We will pull that sleigh for you

Way up high on Christmas Eve
We can fly if we believe

Sound off.

Sound off.

Hello, hello. What's all this soft,
fluffy stuff here?

It's called a mattress, Chester.

I might never get up.
-Might not have to...

...with the green gringos
bringing grub right to us.

Good thing I didn't get it Super Sized.

Sure beats eating out of the dumpsters,
huh, dudes?

You said it, Tank.

Come on, you worthless cur.

My pet goldfish could pull us up this.

Of course, I don't have a pet goldfish,
but he don't need to know that.

Faster.

And on Pierre went,
driven by the power of pure greed.

I did it.

Oh, yes, boss. You did it.

Frenchie had nothing to do with it. No.

Now it was almost within his grasp.

Fame and fortune would soon be his.

Higher. It's gotta go higher.

For the elves, time was fast running out.

And there wasn 't a moment to spare.

Only one hour till liftoff.

We gotta get this thing loaded, pronto.

That's it. Last toy.

Agnes Anne, time to harness
the reindeer... Reindogs.

Now, at about the same time,
something else was going on.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Agnes Anne went to get the dogs,
but there were no dogs to be gotten.

Okay, everybody, let's...

Agnes Anne.

No!

Faster, mongrel. Faster!

Move it, mutt. My future's waiting.
Set a course for Las Vegas.

Things are finally going right for us,
and then this happens.

Cheer up, guys.
Me and Snowplow never got...

...into any scrape
we couldn't get out of.

Right, Snowplow?
-Sure, pal. Sure.

So where we going now?
We going home finally?

Are we?

Where'd I go wrong?
What did I do? Or didn't do?

Did I work them too hard?

Look it, Mr. Buzz,
what if we taught some seals to fly?

It'll work. Or maybe a polar bear?

A walrus? How's that?

Agnes Anne, it's no use.

If Santa doesn't take off in 30 minutes,
he'll never make it.

I can't put it off any longer.

I gotta tell him. Gotta break the news.

There's not gonna be
a Christmas this year.

This was indeed the darkest hour
any elf had ever known.

Then something caught Agnes Anne's
eye, something in the snow.

What...? What is this?

These aren't Santa's boots.

The guy's got big feet, but not that big.

Dog prints.

Oh, no.

They've been dognapped.

Here, doggy, doggy, doggies.

Hello, puppy dogs.

I just gotta remember what Buzz
always says. I gotta be stick-to-it-ive.

I'll find them if it's the last thing I do.

And it just may be the last thing I do.

Get a move on, you lousy, lame mutt.

What you think I'm paying you for?

You're not paying me,
you lousy, lame, good-for-nothing...

Gee, I can't wait to get home.
-Aye, my friend. We know how you feel.

I'll have none of this goofing off.

Come on. Another 30 miles,
and you gets your rest.

What do we have here?

"Wanted: Dogs, new and used,
for work in mines.

Will pay top dollar."
My most favorite kind.

Now, Pierre La Rond dreamed
of fame and fortune.

Secure the dogs.
And don't let nothing happen to them.

But it was fortune he really craved.
Fame could wait.

What's that, huh?
Is that home, huh? Is it, huh?

Don't know just what it is, my friend.
-Whatever it is, I don't like the look of it.

Aye. You can tell good things
don't happen around here.

You figure the guy will give us food?

I don't think we're gonna get
anything from him.

Quit your whining back there.

Innkeeper, bring me grub
or the closest thing you got.

Yeah.

You wouldn't be looking to sell
a dog team, would you?

Maybe. You looking to buy?

Maybe.

Name's Tiny.
I pay top dollar for good dogs.

You don't say.
-I do say.

I need them for work in mines.
Hauling out ore. You got any?

Matter of fact, I got eight.

And eight times top dollar,
carry the three, less tax, plus seven...

How'd you like to make things
truly interesting?

It don't get much more
interesting than that.

I'm talking about a little game of skill.
Even stakes. Double or nothing.

I ain't by nature a gambling man,
but times being what they are...

...I suppose a friendly little wager
won't hurt.

What's keeping that dumb galoot?
I'm freezing my tail off out here.

Dudes, talk about chilling.

I live for this kind of weather.

You may, but I'm freezing.

Here, you can stand by me
and keep out of the wind.

My teeth are chattering.

Mine ain't, my mouth is froze shut. Don't
get this kind of weather where I'm from.

How you holding up, Fetch?

Me? I just... I got one thing to say:

Hello?

Anybody out there?

It's them. It's gotta be them.

Quit your bellyaching, why don't you.

So where is that dumb...?

You know how to play, don't you?
-I was playing before I could walk.

Okay. First bull's-eye.
My cash against your eight dogs.

Come on.

Just warming up, is all.
-What do you say we raise the stakes?

Just a little.

Assuming you got something to put up.

I...

I can throw in the sled.

What else?

The lousy lead mutt.
He'll be fine working your mine.

That makes nine dogs. That's all I've got.

What? "The lousy lead..." What in the
name of the blue blazes is he doing?

All right. Shoot.

Your boards are crooked.
What kind of scam you running here?

Shoe's untied.

Bull's-eye.

Them's the breaks. Don't feel sad, pal.

You dogs are gonna love
working the mines.

It ain't the dogs.
It's the sled I'm gonna miss.

No way this dog is gonna work any mine.

It's them. It is them.

I'll have them back soon.

Man.

Nothing broken. All I gotta do is get up
and get out of here and...

There's only eight here.
Who you trying to cheat, pal?

Honest. There was nine of them.
There's another one somewhere.

A mangy little thing.

If he thinks me, of all the dogs,
for one minute...

Working in a mine... Got another
thing coming. No way I'm going...

Help! Help! Help!

Oh, help! Help! Help!

I am glad I am not in her shoes.

You saved my life.

I don't know how to thank you, little fella.

Where's your home, fella?

You got a home, don't you?

No? Well, then you can come live
with me.

Just as soon as I find
what I'm looking for.

There's some other dogs I lost.
Maybe you saw them. Eight of them.

You know where they are, don't you,
boy? Can you show me the way?

Oh, please, boy.
I really need to find them.

Me and Santa need their help, bad.

If I don't get them back, there's not
gonna be much of a Christmas this year.

Oh, please, boy. Please.

Are you sure you can't help me?

Well, there's gonna be an awful lot
of sad kids this year.

Doggies! Here, doggies!

I'm going to hate myself
in the morning for this.

Are you gonna show me?

You see, Santa, it's like this,
more or less...

What I'm trying to say,
in other words, so to speak...

...as it were...
-I'm very busy, Buzz. What is it?

I ever tell you how good
you look in red? Slims you.

Thank you, Buzz.

Actually, truth is, well...

...the reindeer got sick,
and we trained dogs to take their place...

...but now they're all gone,
and Christmas is doomed.

That went well.

Honest. I don't know what's become
of the little mutt.

I swear on me mother's machete.

Okay. I'll take the eight of them.
Where's the key?

I ain't got all night. Hurry it up, will you?
-I'm hurrying fast as I can.

Well, what do you know?
There's the lousy little...

Run for it.

My dogs!

One last thing still stood
between the dogs and freedom.

Say. What's the idea?
You can't turn in on me.

And after all I've done for you mutts.
-Gotta fetch.

That's far enough.

Somebody help me!

Aloha, boss.
Don't forget to send a post card.

And now there were nine dogs.

Come on, guys. We gotta save Christmas.

Well, there it goes.

Guy works all of his life...

...gives the job everything he's got, 24-7,
and it comes to this.

One long career, and what do I got
to show for it? Nothing. Nada...

...zip, zilch, bupkes. Zero.
But hey, I can't kick.

I had a good run.
It was fun while it lasted.

Now it's time to hang up the old elf hat.

Buzz. All set?

You see, it's like this.

A guy has got a hat, 24-7,
and what's he got to show for it?

Come on, Buzz. The sleigh?
-Well...

Truth is...

Truth is...

Is...

Truth is...

Well, of course, big guy.
What do you think, I'd let you down?

Couple minutes, we'll be ready.

I don't know how you did it,
but you did it, and I love you.

You just gotta be stick-to-it-ive.

The nine stray street mutts looked strong
and determined and proud.

It seemed their luck at last had changed.

I didn't think we'd pull it off, but it's
going to be smooth sailing from here on.

Okay, Santa. All ready.

Where's my reindeer? These are...

Buzz?
-Sir?

Why are these dogs here?
-I'll explain later, sir.

Now for the last, final touch.

The elf Buzz covered them all
with the magic of Christmas.

And...

... not a thing happened.

Maybe you need a little more.

Sometimes, with some dogs,
it takes a bit more magic.

Hey, Snowplow, what's happening?

On Dasher, on... Wait.

That's not gonna work.
What am I supposed to say?

What about, "mush"?

Now, a dog can do many things,
but it is not in his nature to fly.

A dog, as a rule, likes its four paws
planted firmly on the ground.

Is it over?

Not yet.

We did it. We're flying.

I can hardly believe my own eyes.

They're up! No, they're down.

Oh, no, no, they're up. They're down.

Please, please, please.
-Oh, no. They're down.

Yes!
-Yeah!

And indeed, they had made it.

After all their trials, all the hardship,
they had most certainly made it.

Always knew old Buzz could pull it off.

That's why he gets the big bucks.

Three cheers for Mr. Buzz.
Hip, hip, hooray!

Hip, hip...
-Hooray!

Never could have done it without this one.

Hip, hip, hooray for Agnes Anne!

The nine dogs were out
flying through the night...

... and Santa was back in business.

Nine dogs flew that Christmas Eve.

For the first and only time,
nine dogs brought Christmas to the world.

Hey. Hold on, man. What gives?
What'd I do wrong?

I'm innocent, I tell you.
I was set up! I was!

Hey. Nice.

Would you look at that? Says, "Cheech."

Cheech, meaning me.

Come along now, little fella.

Now, this is living.

So long, fellas.

We're home.

Hey, Santa, merci beaucoup.

Where am I going now, huh?
Where am I going, huh?

Where do you think, you great goof?

You're going home.

Thanks for everything, Snowplow.

I didn't do nothing, pal.

We'd still be dancing for our supper
if it wasn't for you.

What's the matter, boy?

You worried about your friends?
Well, they've all got nice homes.

And I know, because I revised the list.
And checked it twice.

Come over here, boy.

There you have it.
Each and every dog with a home.

And the one called Snowplow,
well, he finally knew...

... this was a gift they had all longed for.

Worse than a swarm of fleas.

Mom, he is real.
-Merry Christmas, kids.

Yo, Santa, got a sleigh problem?

Doesn't matter till next year.

Merry Christmas to all,
and to all, a good night.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

And that's where our story ends...

... with all our new friends
living happily ever after.

The Nine Dog Christmas.

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