"Hey, Chloe. You mind if I borrow your dogs?"
"What? Sam, it's Christmas Eve. What do you need the dogs for? You're not going to try to hitch them up to a sled again, are you?"
"Well...not my sled..."
"Ho ho ho. Is this the young lady?"
"Yeeps! Sam, what the hell, you brought home a mall Santa?"
"I can explain. Santa, you want to explain?"
"You're the naughty one here, Sammy. This is all on you."
"Oh shit. Okay. You know how I like hunting?"
"You like big guns that make bigger noises, that's what you like."
"Okay, I'll give you that. So I went out this morning, and y'know I haven't had any luck all season, but on my way back I saw this big ol' herd just standing there..."
"Oh God. Tell me you didn't--"
"He most certainly did. He shot three of my reindeer before I could stop him. Now the sleigh won't lift off. I need more pulling power."
"Then I remembered you've got the three huskies. I mean, they're sled dogs, right? So if we could just borrow 'em overnight..."
"Hold on a moment. What's with this 'we,' Sammy? I wouldn't be in this fix if you weren't so gun happy. Where'd you even get a gun? I certainly never brought you one. And he asked, you know. Repeatedly."
"Tell me about it. Look, I'd like to help, but--I know they're sled dogs and all, but they're not magical. They can't fly."
"You leave that to me. If you're worried about them, you're welcome to come along. I'm short an elf, too."
"Oh my God, Sam, you didn't--"
"Ho ho! It's all good, my dear. Rollo caught a bug. He's home in bed."
"In that case--oh hell yeah! Let me get my coat and a water bottle. I'll be right back with the dogs."
"Hey, don't I get anything?"
"You get to stay behind. Enjoy the lump of coal in your stocking. Ho ho ho."
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