Later that evening, Grandpa fires up the strings of white lights on the tree and tugs his fake Santa beard into place, topping off his complete costume with the requisite fur-trimmed cap above a curly white wig. He then deliberately shakes a little circlet of sleighbells and waits until Little Stevie scuttles halfway down the stairs to spy on him. Santa Grandpa hurriedly turns his back so the kid won't recognize him, and sets to placing presents from his big bag o' toys beneath the tree. Little Stevie's appropriately awestruck, and Santa Grandpa carries on happily with his deception until something heavy unexpectedly trundles across the rooftop far over their heads. Little Stevie of course thinks the noise is coming from Santa's unruly reindeer, but Santa Grandpa of course knows better, and warily hoists his eyebrows before shrugging it off and carrying on with the task at hand. Things are going well until a shower of soot cascades down through the chimney into the hearth, and Santa Grandpa, no longer able to ignore what might be happening up above, drops his bag to get down on his hands and knees beneath the mantel to see what the hell is going on. Little Stevie, meanwhile, creeps further down the stairs and cranes his neck around to make sure he misses none of the action, which is perhaps not the best idea at the moment for Little Stevie because...WHOMP! Accompanied by a blast of ominous horns, a pair of filthy hands shoots through the flue and latches onto Santa Grandpa's shoulders before yanking the poor old man up into that tight little space. Santa Grandpa shouts in shocked horror as the upper half of his body quickly disappears, and his wildly flailing legs spin and kick around as a series of gruesomely explicit bone-crunching noises hit the soundtrack. Soon enough, even his legs disappear upwards, and in the momentary silence that follows, Little Stevie fretfully frowns, "Santa?" The preadolescent aggravation's answered by yet another meaty cracking noise, and Santa Grandpa's blood-encrusted boot tumbles out of the fireplace onto the carpet. "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!" shrieks Raoul, giddily clapping his slightly inebriated paws together with delight. "And you know Grandpa's foot is still in it!" Raoul excitedly adds. "Merry Christmas, Stevie!"
Episode Report CardDemian: A | 1349 USERS: B
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