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At the FBI Xmas
Party, in DC:
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Agent Scully, there’s
someone in the lobby asking for you.
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Yes, can I help
you with something?
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You were recommended
to us by the Lone Gunmen. They say you can help.
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We run a non-conformist
survivalist training outpost and leatherworks studio. This guy stumbled
into our compound last night and has a real crisis.
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Santa Claus!
Test Flight! Stealth Plane!
Ejected! Government Custody!
Reverse Engineering! Toy Sack!
MEN IN BLACK!
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Mulder! It’s for You!
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This looks like a good
story!
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As near as we can make
out, Santa Claus was test-flying a new sled. Somewhere over Nevada, he
was shot down, maybe by accident. Some real MIB characters are trying to
collect intel on the magic he uses on Christmas Eve. They have Santa, but
not the toy bag, not yet. We need your help.
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Help. Good Boy.
Good Girl.
He’LL know.
He keeps HIS LIST!
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So, you want Mulder
and I to help you to find Santa Claus, free him from a secure federal facility,
and secure his magic Toy Sack in time for the holiday.
Well, we’re on a standdown for a few days,
we could do it.
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Scully, you believe
in Santa Claus AND Area 51?
I’ve been a little naughty this year. I can’t afford to take any chances
on not being on the NICE list.
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My partner and I will
split up
with the two of you. Mulder
and I will find the missing Sack.
Scully, you and Neo will free Saint Nick.
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Someone mention my name?
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Hellooooo, Neo.
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Well, if you’re coming,
let’s get going.
Xmas won’t wait.
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A few thousand frequent
flier miles later...
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Okay, I guess this is
where we split up. Good luck.
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Neo, I thought you said
you had help waiting for us here. A shaman for their team, a local detective
that’s familiar with Area 51 for ours.
I did. They should be here.
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They are. Look down
more, Agent
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Your help is a talking
dog?
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A living toy is getting
you to help spring Santa
from Area 51. What’s the problem?
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Oh, no problem. Just making
sure
I was keeping track.
Let’s go. I marked a back door
into the compound, it’s 14 trees
past the 3rd fireplug along…..
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Okay, Trinity, when does
OUR help arrive?
hello, big lady.
She’s here.
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Ah. Yes. She certainly
is a big lady. She’s the witch doctor? The medicine, um, woman?
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I prefer shaman, actually.
Let’s take my truck.
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I sense the generous amount
of
Gift Medicine in the Sack.
Drive to my directions.
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Later, somewhere south of Winemuca:
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It’s close. I can feel
it. Spread out, and be ready.
Ready for what?
For the reason you were tasked with this journey.
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Rear guard. Watch truck.
Sing.
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Hey, you, put that down.
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Put what down?
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I never saw Santa outside
of a
Mall, but you’re way too skinny
to be the owner of that Sack.
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Oooooh! Look what I got
for Christmas.
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Boy, you're both lousy shots.
I never miss, though. Down.
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Thanks for taking my side.
Well, you're cuter.
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Meanwhile, somewhere north of Las Vegas:
Well, north by northeast:
And down a slight decline:
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You’ll have to let me go, soon, you
know. I have lots of work to do in my workshop.
You’re not leaving until we get the toy bag technology.
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What’s that? Is that one
of your elves over there?
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Nobody here but us mutts.
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Oh, he’s a good boy. I can tell. Do
you know any tricks, boy?
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Just this one. Freeze,
buddy.
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Mister Claus, come with
me, we’ll get you out of here.
Certainly, my dear. I have work to do, you know.
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Scully! You made it!
Yeah, looks like you did, too.
Is that your shaman?
Is HER name Bambi?
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Come on little elephant,
let’s
call Mrs. Claus, and get ourselves
home. Christmas is not far away.
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And God bless us, every
one.
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I hope you Still have that
chimney in your hogan, dear.
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Another
Box Of Toys
Production
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