Can't catch me, slowpoke.
Scruffy, where are you going?
We're gonna be late for story time.
Come on.
- Come back. - Whoa!
Ha! I lost her.
Whoopee!
- You cheated! - Sore loser.
Are we late, Anabelle?
- It was all her fault. - Was not.
Do you angels want to hear this story or not?
- Yes, Anabelle. - As long as it's not scary.
This is a holiday story...
about three ghosts...
two bad dogs...
and an evil witch.
Ghosts?
So it is a dumb old fairy tale.
It's all true.
In fact, the witch was my evil cousin...
Belladonna.
You mean the Boogy-Dog?
Yes.
This is how my two best guardian angels...
tried to stop her from ruining Christmas.
Meet Charles Barkin...
and ltchy ltchiford.
Are they the ghosts?
Well, I'll start at the beginning...
and let you figure it out.
It was Christmas Eve...
and San Francisco was preparing for a beautiful silent night.
Way cool.
When we hear a Christmas carol
We know that it's Christmas at last
Every time we hear a Christmas carol
We know that it's Christmas at last
Snowflakes on shiny round noses
An icy lake under your claws
The little ones tucked in their basket
Dreaming sweetly of Santa Paws
- Feasting - And friendship
And laughter
The joy that the season brings
Every time I hear a Christmas carol
I think of these lovely things
Let's make the place look like Toyland
With tinsel and blinking white lights
We'll make our own garlands from kibble
Warm up cider for frosty nights
The mistletoe's gotta go somewhere
So I can get cozy with you
Every time I hear a Christmas carol
There's nothing I'd rather do
We've gone from spring into summer From fall into winter
And soon this December will end
We'll tell the old year good-bye
With our hopes rising high
As the star on the tree brightly shining
When we hear a Christmas carol
Our spirits begin to sing
Every time we hear a Christmas carol
Our spirits begin to sing
The music might play until midnight
We're hoping our neighbors won't mind
Tonight we are one happy family
With goodwill toward all canine-kind
- The holly - The candy
- The presents - Always start my heart beating fast
For it's when I hear a Christmas carol
I know that it's Christmas at last
But it's when we hear a Christmas carol
We know that it's Christmas at last
Wait a second. This snow isn't cold.
Yeah, it's tropical snow.
It's popcorn.
Tasty tropical snow.
- We want snow. - Yeah, we want real snow.
I'm just a reindeer. I can't promise you real snow.
Chuck, over here. Charlie.
I got the stuff.
But I can promise you each a present.
- Hurray! - Wait for me!
Where's mine? Where's my present?
Presents! Yea!
Just remember to donate something for Timmy.
Well, hello, Sasha.
Hello yourself, tall, dark and Blitzen.
For you, Cupid, I'm a Dasher.
So you got lots of loot for Timmy?
Yes.
It's really gonna help the little guy.
Look at him. Every day his leg gets worse.
But he never complains.
Hope the squirt gets that operation.
He deserves it.
I only got four paws.
I know. How about we distract the little tykes with another song?
Yeah, let's all sing now.
One more time.
Bah, humbug!
It's Carface and Killer.
Don't stop on my account.
I'm just here to collect a few debts.
Hey, mister, that wasn't nice!
Boo-hoo.
Now beat it, gimpy!
I might get better, but you'll be ugly forever.
That's not bad, kid. You got spunk.
But don't push your luck.
Big dope.
Okay, Killer, who's first?
Sasha: Ten bones.
What? Ten? I only borrowed four.
Interest, honey.
I'm running a business here, not a charity.
Come on, Carface.
It's Christmas Eve, a time of giving.
Then give me the eight bones you owe me!
It's not due yet, you tightwad...
so I'm not paying now.
You'll pay now, Charlie.
In fact, you all will.
Allow me, boss.
Give.
Give, give, give.
Aren't you too generous.
Wow!
Start loading up the stuff, Killer. We're moving out.
I said let's go. Killer!
I used to have one of these in blue.
Now hop to it, you peabrain.
Now I'm dashing through the snow
With a big sack full of dough
Grab them toys too.
Seasons greetings.
Losers.
Come on! Move your tailbone!
What was that?
Food.
What have we here?
That's for Timmy's operation!
He won't recover without it. Stop!
Timmy needs that cash!
So do I, sister.
Everybody, wake up! Come on!
We were robbed!
Quick! Over here!
He stole Timmy's operation money. I just...
Let me at him!
What kind of creep would do that?
Why did that guy take all our stuff?
Never fear, little ones.
Santa's favorite reindeer...
and his number one elf will get your presents back.
Every single one.
- Hooray! - Thanks, Charlie!
Thanks.
We'll get those goodies back from Carface before the mistletoe gets cold.
Little man, it's getting late. It's time to get you home.
I wanted to stay at the party.
But it's Christmas Eve.
You know Martha must be missing you.
Yeah. You know, she's not so bad, for a human.
Am I going too fast?
I'm okay. Look!
There's Martha!
Come here, puppy! Come here, boy!
Thanks, Sasha. Merry Christmas!
Let's get you out of the cold, and I'll bandage your leg again.
Watch it!
Watch what? I can't see a thing.
Easy, pal. Too much partying?
94, 95, 96...
97, 98...
99, 100!
Oh, boy, boss, you sure know how to...
Hi, there. I'm here to read the meter.
At 9:00 on Christmas Eve?
Yeah, holiday service. Just point us... I mean, point me to the meter, sir.
Right up here, guys.
Sir.
Okay, Charlie, left. I mean right.
Careful.
Be careful. We're at the top of the stairs, so turn right.
Nice try and a Merry Humbug!
Maybe we should have tried a wig.
Are you sure this is a good idea?
I mean, a chimney?
It works for Santa, right?
- Quit shoving! - Charlie, I'm stuck!
- You're kidding, right? - No, I really am.
And in a twinkling...
I heard on the roof...
The prancing and yowling...
of each little goof.
Charlie, stop hissing at me.
I'm not hissing.
What?
It could have been worse!
Steal Timmy's money?
Drop me in the trash?
Shoot me up a chimney?
That's it.
- Now we're gonna deck his hall. - Ready.
Four, three, two, one.
Now.
Told you we'd get in.
Okay, Carface, give back Timmy's dough!
Yeah, you can't just waltz in to our party and steal our stuff.
Sure, I can.
I've got this. Remember?
Hand it over, smart guy.
I'd love to...
but my boss just won't let me.
Boss? You don't have a boss.
Forgot me already, Chuckie?
Belladonna!
That's my name. Don't wear it out.
So, seems you stumbled on...
to my little plan.
Don't talk to her. She's evil and nasty and bad.
At least I'm more fun than my goody-two-shoes cousin.
"Oh, look at me. Miss Perfect Anabelle...
head angel, Queen of the Clouds.
Watch me make it snow for the kiddies."
Give me that!
So what's this hotsie-totsie plan of yours?
Killer, do the honors.
At midnight...
when every dog in town is tucked into bed...
we're gonna blow a magic dog whistle...
and all those darling Fidos and Fidettes...
will get that zombie look.
Give, give, give.
And then they'll drag their master's gift...
out of the doggie doors and bring them here to me.
If Chuckles here gets all the goodies...
what do you get?
Me? I get to ruin Christmas!
Except for one small point.
This little toot couldn't wake a whole city.
But this could.
It's gigantically humongous.
You just gotta stop her, Carface. I'm begging you.
Santa is watching you.
He knows if you've been sleeping. He knows if you're awake.
Forget it, ltch. You can't reason with flunkies.
You gotta go to the source.
Spikey, where's that big whistle?
Ouch!
Somewhere where you'll never find it, hotshot.
We're not leaving till you tell us where it is!
Even Killer and me don't know.
- Do we? - Yeah. We don't know anything.
You'll be leaving, all right.
Meet my fire imps!
- Come on, ltch! Let's go! - Wait for me!
Get the lead out! Down here!
Oh, my goodness!
- Left! - This way!
Come on! Let's go!
Down here!
Charlie, where do you suppose Belladonna hid that giant whistle?
That's gonna be tender till the Rose Parade...
maybe even till June.
Really big yucks, ltch.
What do we do now?
You got me, ltch.
You must not give up, Charles.
Whatever you say, Anabelle.
Goody! We can use your help.
I have an urgent, angelic mission for you both.
You must stop Belladonna's evil plot.
This affects thousands of families...
so failure is not an option.
Anabelle, for once you don't have to ask me twice.
Yeah, nobody rips off kids while we're on duty.
Now, I've left you something to help with your assignment.
It will provide you...
with enough magic to devise a major plan.
A miracle dog tag. Great!
We'll find that big whistle in no time.
Sorry, Charles.
There's only so much I'm allowed to do.
This tag won't locate the whistle.
It will, however, help you find a way to foil Belladonna's plans.
So, think, boys!
It's up to you to save Christmas!
I don't know.
Do you think we could turn Carface into a good guy?
"Good guy"? Don't make me laugh.
That mutt is a total Scrooge.
Itchy, baby, that's brilliant!
It is?
Yeah. We're going to run a scam on old Carface.
A Dickens of a scam.
- "Dickens"? - You know, that English guy who wrote...
"A Christmas Carol"! Right!
Remember how those three ghosts came to visit Scrooge?
I don't like ghosts. Nothing doing.
Don't worry, ltchy.
- You won't see any ghosts. - You sure?
'Cause you're gonna be one.
- Come on, ltchykins, my boy. - Are you serious?
You're talking ghosts? Not for me. No way.
Tag, a little "Christmas Carol" magic, if you please.
- Wow! - I'm not ready.
What do you want?
What are you doing in bed anyway?
Our big heist is at midnight.
I need my beauty rest so I can look good.
Now scram!
Watch it!
Television.
Bah, humbug! I hate these Christmas specials!
Welcome to CCN, the Carface Caruthers Network.
That's me.
Good evening. I'm Jacob Charlie.
Welcome to our holiday special...
"It's a Wonderful Carface."
I don't think so.
In this story, you will be visited by three ghosts.
Each will arrive at the chiming of a bell.
I'll ring your bell, buddy.
There's the first one.
Time for ghost number one.
So let's go back to a simpler time.
That's where I was born.
What gives?
What's going on?
I am not ltchy! I am the Ghost of Christmas Past!
With short legs.
Do I look like I was born yesterday?
As a matter of fact, yes.
Mom?
That's my mom!
Yeah, and that's you, only smaller.
Mom, it's me, Carface.
She can't hear you.
This is the past.
You know, like a flashback.
This really brings back memories.
I miss my brothers and sisters.
I bet they don't miss you.
Wasn't I precious?
Pushy is more like it.
Yeah, but Mom still loved me.
That was our last Christmas together.
I never spent another holiday with Mom.
- I miss you. - Come!
- We have other places to see. - But I want to watch how cute I am.
What the...
What took you?
It's the Parker house.
This was my first human family.
And there's Bobby.
And there I am.
I got away with murder at this place.
Yeah, right from the git-go, I was a heck-raiser.
Just like now:
Sharp, slick, fast-living.
When the lights go out
I dream about my puppyhood
And this pint-sized mug who took me in one day
Sure, I broke a rule or two
The same as any puppy would
But in these crazy dreams I still can hear him say
You didn't mean to do it
Carface
I guess you kind of blew it
But I'm gonna see you through it all
'Cause you're my pal
I gotta admit
Yeah, we was tight
That squirt was all right
We used to trash the joint from 6:00 a.m. To midnight
Play tag and all them indoor sports
Like tug-a-war with boxer shorts
Had what you'd call a regular ball
And Christmas was funnest of all
Boxes of steaks
Plum pudding and cakes
Who knew teddy bears' insides looked just like snowflakes
But then too many hours had passed
I had to make a pit stop fast
I couldn't see, unfortunately no powder room under the tree
When you're double-crossed
It's like you lost your puppyhood.
If he'd copped a plea
We would have been okay
I swear I must have held it twice as long
As any puppy could
And when that dame yelled, "Scram!"
I hoped the kid would say
But he didn't say it, did he? Oh, man.
The kid blamed it all on me.
So I stopped being a good pup and turned into a hood.
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
He was a sweetie pie who turned into a
Puppy hood
Anyways, nowadays
Talk about pals
I got me a pack
The meanest mutts whoever threw a game of blackjack
We hit the Dumpsters then the dumps
Kick Chihuahuas' puny rumps
At night I snooze wherever I choose
Ain't no way on Earth I can lose
But when the lights go out
I dream about my puppyhood
And in these crazy dreams I never hear him say
Poor little guy.
Tell me about it.
From that day on, I never trusted nobody again.
And that "nobody" includes you!
I forgot how much I hated Christmas!
Thanks for reminding me, you dumb ghost!
Just a bad dream.
I must have ate some bad Moo Goo or something.
Just go to sleep.
Bah, humbug.
Itchy, so how did it go?
Not good, Charlie. Carface is madder than ever.
I didn't know he had such a rough puppyhood.
A lot of us did, but we didn't all go turning nasty.
We're just gonna have to work a little harder.
But there's only an hour and a half left till Christmas.
I know that.
That's why we've got to unleash part two of the miracle.
Come ye storms and grow in strife.
Split the sky with lightning rife.
Strike at midnight, like a knife!
And bring to my creation, life!
Christmas is finished!
Another ghost!
Stupid dreams.
Maybe a little music will calm my nerves.
Locally, a sudden low pressure system has hit the Bay Area...
causing unexpected storm clouds...
and at the tone the time will be...
past your bedtime, Carface.
Another bell!
Not again!
No more ghosts!
You hear me?
This isn't happening!
Did you call? Boss?
Must have gone out for more junk food.
What is this place?
I don't like this.
Anyone here?
Look, lady, I'd like to go home now, okay?
Please?
I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.
Touch my robe.
Nice. Is this a cotton blend?
Follow me! We have scenes of holiday joy to visit.
I hate Christmas.
Come on, you big baby.
Behold a familiar sight.
This is my place.
I don't celebrate no holiday joy.
No, but someone else does.
Jingle bells
Whatever rhymes with bells
Killer.
This baby will cut through bank safes like butter.
And it's monogrammed too.
I hope the boss likes it.
Ow!
A blowtorch for me? I didn't know he cared.
And after the rotten way I treat him too.
Why would he do that?
It makes him feel good. See?
I always get emotional at Christmas time
That heavenly time of year
Whether I'm home with friends
Or out there busting heads
I'm blinking back a sad or happy tear
Around February I start seeing red and green
Brass knuckles tied up in bows
It's like a herd of tiny reindeer
Is prancing 'round my heart
And I become the me that nobody knows
I laugh, I cry I totally lose my cool
Oh me, oh my I'm a yuletide fool
This eggnog is so creamy it ought to be a crime
I always get emotional at Christmas time
Tell old Saint Nicky
I'm feeling awful icky
About the really naughty stuff I did I'm so ashamed
After a beating
I'll find myself repeating
Say hi to the wife and kid
Don't forget
I always get emotional at Christmas time
Undoing so much good cheer
Whether I'm poisoning punch
Or setting dolls on fire
I try to fill the world with grief and fear
What fun to send each family a big surprise
As gruesome as it can be
I might infest the boughs of holly with bugs from outer space
Or slide the local toy store into the sea
To give the gift of chaos What thrill is more sublime
This year I'm taking more time to do my baking
You're always short on pumpkin Ain't it true
Carefully choosing My card gets so confusing
I like the cats with Santa hats Don't you
When fruitcake goes on sale I'm spending every dime
It's time to pass out candy canes I've dipped in slime
So call me sentimental It's a fact that I'm
- A fool for trees with flocking - En route to steal your stocking
He's not such a bad guy, is he?
I've known the little weasel for years, but who knew?
There's a lot you don't know.
What's that supposed to mean?
Not again.
Brother.
I've eaten out of Dumpsters classier than this joint.
So what's the big draw here?
It's Timmy.
Cute kid. Looks kind of familiar too.
I remember this kid.
You should. You robbed him!
But it was only a few bucks.
Meant for his operation.
It's more than just the bum leg?
Wake up!
Unless the future is changed somehow...
Timmy will not make it.
Five to one says he makes it.
You see? He's a scrapper, like me.
That a boy.
Are you okay?
The plate.
What's going on in there? Did I hear something break?
You really did it this time.
Was it Timmy again?
Uh-oh. Busted.
Young lady, this puppy is your responsibility.
Not again! You watch.
The kid will blame the pup, and he'll get tossed.
I thought I heard Santa...
so I rushed over and it sort of broke.
She took the rap for him.
You broke the plate?
No, kid, don't tell her that.
Good boy.
You did the right thing, and I'm proud of you.
Man, I thought he was a goner for sure.
That lucky pup.
Yes, lucky to have an understanding family.
I laugh, I cry I totally lose my cool
Oh me, oh my
I'm a yuletide fool
They look so doggone cozy
It ought to be a crime
I always get emotional
At Christmas time
Boy, this kid's got it made in the shade.
Not really.
You see, these people are quite poor.
They may have to get rid of Timmy?
They can't! He might get sicker!
That's right. And without proper care, this will be his last Christmas.
Someone should look out for him.
Why?
'Cause nobody ever did that for me.
Poor puppy.
Poor me.
I'm sick of you ghosts! You hear me?
In an hour, I'm gonna blow that whistle!
You can't stop me!
Bah, humbug!
We're losing him.
I'm not scared of you. You see?
Don't worry, Sasha. The miracle tag has one more trick.
I'm not scared at all.
The comics.
"It was a dark and stormy night and Carface was...
Carface was up to no good."
What gives?
Another bell.
Wait!
Not again!
No more! Please!
Are you the Ghost of Christmas Future?
And you're gonna show me what will happen.
I know this place.
Here you go. Here's to Carface.
No more crummy loans!
And no more lost silverware.
And no more him! May he never return.
Here, here!
"Never return"? Where did I go?
Tell me. Please?
It's show time.
Look what you've done
You've been a very bad dog my son
Packing seven years of evil
Into every one
Greed and vice
A pack of cards and a pair of dice
Ain't gonna get you into paradise
You get it? "Pair of dice." "Paradise."
You're in a sad, sad so sad, really bad
Makes-me-mad state, old friend
Is this the end
- I think it's time - High time
To clean up your act
If you don't, you're doomed and that's a fact
Take a look and you'll see
The kind of dog you were born to be
Clean up your act
You could be a leader You could be a saint
You could be a million things that obviously you ain't
You're slipping and you're sliding
- Soon you're gonna fall - You'll be
Out of work and out of luck Nothing left at all
- But you've got time - Got time
To clean up your act
Make amends for all those mutts you've whacked
Listen close to what I say Every dog has his judgment day
Clean up your act
When the music's over when the show is through
You'll still have eternity to spend with wonder who
You're writing your own ticket The script is in your paws
- It's your time to shine - Be divine
Work for that applause
Going down.
Search for that integrity you've lacked
Change your ways Get a clue
They're mean and rotten the things you do
Have a heart That's the key
You'll be saved You'll be free
Timmy's place?
Wait a second.
What happened to the little guy?
You had me spooked there.
What's that you've got?
Hold on. It's tonight, isn't it?
Belladonna's gonna blow that whistle.
Timmy, don't you listen. Block your ears.
No, kid, don't do it. You got a great home here.
Don't ruin it.
It's not him! It's that whistle!
Snap out of it! Fight it, Timmy!
Stop!
This is my fault, not his.
Don't let this happen.
How do I stop this?
Tell me!
You know all the angles. You figure it out.
It's not midnight yet.
There's still a chance to change things.
And I will! I'm gonna stop Belladonna!
Thank you, ghosts, for the wake-up call!
Wake-up call! It's time to go!
- Wow! - I can't.
This plan is evil. I gotta stop the plan.
Yeah, I gotta stop that plan.
You're mumbling, boss.
You need some more rest?
No. It's not right.
What? Spit it out, Killer.
Almost midnight, boys.
Let's mambo!
The miracle tag has worn off.
Guess our jobs are done.
So what do we do now?
Now?
Not now.
We just sit back and trust Carface to do the right thing.
Quick! We gotta find that whistle!
- Now! - Now?
Not now!
Whatever.
Wait a minute! I got a better idea!
Just think. Here sits the worst threat to Christmas ever.
And nobody suspects that it's right here...
on Alcatraz Island!
Pull the tarp!
Soon the storm will break...
and lightning will race down here to the steam generator.
Then the whistle will blow, and every mutt in San Francisco...
will fall under my spell!
Get to work, slugs. It's almost midnight.
Carface, get to the console.
Yes, sir... ma'am.
Am I really gonna do this? What about Timmy?
Ready on the controls.
Any luck?
I'm sorry, Charlie. We ran our paws off.
We couldn't find a trace of that whistle anywhere.
Yeah. Me neither.
You tried. We did everything heavenly possible.
Don't worry. It'll be okay.
One minute to Christmas, suckers!
Pull the lever.
It's working! Christmas is ruined!
You just gotta stop her, Carface!
I'm begging you.
You know all the angles. You figure it out.
Without proper care...
this will be his last Christmas.
I won't let it happen.
What?
Put it back!
I've got to do something.
Get off. Let go!
I've got to stop this.
I've gotta save Timmy, give him another chance for that operation.
This is for Timmy!
You got zapped and not me.
Ow!
What happened?
It was all...
- Yes? - My fault.
For once, he took the rap. Wow.
I don't care who takes the rap. You're both going to get it!
Nobody double-crosses Belladonna and lives!
Halt!
You will not harm these two!
Anabelle, get out of my line of fire.
Try it and I'll clip your wings!
That bug belongs to me.
No, cousin.
People belong to themselves...
so they can choose between good or evil.
It's my duty to protect that.
You protect him from me?
With what, a smile and a sunbeam?
Your ways are big and fiery...
so I will stop you with something small and cool.
Snowflakes? Snow can't stop me!
Dang.
Nobody messes with heaven.
Thanks, Anabelle.
Pish. Think nothing of it.
You did all the work...
Mr. Caruthers.
Oh, yeah! Great work, big guy.
I feel a group hug coming on.
Or not.
Somewhere deep inside you...
is a sliver of good, Mr. Caruthers.
Try to let it out more often.
Look, boss, we're headed for home.
Oh, and good work.
Snow!
Mr. Reindeer, look!
You made it snow after all! Thanks!
Wow.
Charlie, what does this mean?
It means our plan worked.
We convinced Carface to save Christmas!
Actually, the final decision belonged to Carface.
Yes, and he chose correctly.
See? I told you all along we could trust him.
Ow.
Congratulations on your most important mission.
This will be a story to repeat for years to come.
I feel so bad for those pups because we don't have any p-r-e-s...
gifts left, you know?
Merry Christmas!
It's easy for him to be jolly.
He's not pulling this darn thing! Ow!
Here you go, kids. Here you are.
Yea!
Really noble, Carface, bringing back the gifts you stole.
You kidding? I added lots of new stuff too.
No fooling? Nice going.
Ain't I a little dickens?
I want you to meet my new pal.
Look, Charlie! Uncle Carface filled it up full!
"Uncle"?
I never thought I'd hear myself bark these words, but...
you did the right thing for once.
Yeah. Don't expect it to last long.
I still got a business to run, you know.
At least you were sweet for a day.
This calls for a song.
- Okay. Go. Now. - Now!
- Now? - Wow!
Why don't you stick around for the party, big boy?
I'd love to, but I'm gonna go visit my mom.
It's been a long time.
Mush!
Ow! Easy on the pelt!
Merry Christmas.
God bless!
Yup, God bless us every one!
Come here, you.
And all I can add to that is...
Merry Christmas!
That goes double for us.
{{{the end}}}