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[The episode begins on a beautiful snowy day, Mac is walking down the street and each house he passes by is all decorated for Christmas. He arrives at Foster's gate, sliding on ice, and walks into Fosters. Each of the imaginary friends and Madame Foster are getting ready for Christmas. Coco lays her eggs containing Christmas ornaments. Wilt is decorating the tree with candy canes, but finds the box empty]
Wilt: Huh? Where'd they go?
Bloo: [Bloo's mouth is full of candy canes] I don't know. [Bloo walks away]
Madame Foster: [Madame Foster is making a popcorn string for the tree but pricks herself with the needle] Ouch! Dagnamit! [Pricks herself again] Ouch! Dagnamit!
[Eduardo walks downs the stairs with red ribbons around his horns and a wreath on his belt. He hangs a mistletoe on his right horn]
Eduardo: Merry Christmas, everybody! [Edaurdo runs down the stairs, grabs Bloo and starts kissing him]
Bloo: Ew! Ew! No! Ew! [Bloo jumps off and Eduardo starts chasing him]
Mac: Merry Christmas Eve!
Bloo, Eduardo, Wilt, and Coco: Mac!
[Wilt and Coco takes off Mac's coat and hat, Bloo hides behind Mac. Eduardo kisses him on the head, leaving part of his hair sticking up]
Wilt: Come on in, Mac! We saved the star for you! Is that ok?
Mac: Are you kidding? Of course it's o.. [Wilt picks him up] Whoa! [Mac places the star on top of the tree]
Wilt: [Wilt puts Mac down on the floor] I'm sorry but I'm so excited!
Coco: Coco! Coco! Coco! Co!
Wilt: That's right! 'Cause tomorrow is our first Christmas with Mac and Bloo!
Eduardo: [Hugs Mac and Bloo and talks in Spanish]
Wilt: This is gonna be the best Christmas ever!
Mr. Herriman: Oh, this is going to be the worst Christmas ever! [Mr. Herriman walks in with bills in his hands] Where is Miss Francis?
Wilt: Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. H. I think she went out.
Mr. Herriman: [stomps his foot] Oh, for goodness sake! Probably out holiday shopping again I suppose! She's neglected to pay these utility bills on time just like she did last December! The world does not stop turning for the holidays you know! She should expect to find a good talking-to under the tree this year! Hmph! [stomps away and slams the door]
Mac: Wow, I didn't know Mr. Herriman was such a Scrooge.
Wilt: [Wilt helps an imaginary friend place ornaments on the tree] Oh, he's not so bad. He gets a little stressed, but every year he makes sure there's just enough money to get every friend in the house one whole Christmas present.
Bloo: [spits out the candy canes] What?! One present?! But Moishe said we'd get eight.
Moishe: No. I said I get eight.
Bloo: You can't be serious. Just one? Isn't that like against the law or something?
Wilt: Well, Bloo, Foster's doesn't have a lot of money to...
Bloo: [interrupts] Call the police! Bring in the National Guard! Contact the CIA! This crime must be...
Mac: Bloo, aren't you forgetting someone?
Bloo: Yeah, the army, the navy, the air for... [Mac grabs Bloo to stop]
Mac: Santa! Remember all the stuff you got from him last year? Now, he'll bring all your presents to Foster's.
Bloo: Oh, right. I forgot all about... [Suddenly, Santa Claus comes in through the door]
Imaginary Santa One: Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
Mac and Bloo: [gasps] Santa!
Bloo: [Mac and Bloo bow to him] Oh, great one! You humble us with your presence!
Mac: Have we known of your visit, sir? We would've had cookies and milk out already. Oh, most noble elf.
Imaginary Santa One: Boys, boys, there's no need for such fanfare. [Santa picks up Mac and Bloo] Why don't you tell me what I want to bring you tomorrow.
Mac: Oh, your majesty, we couldn't. We....
Bloo: A new gamesphere?
Imaginary Santa One: You got it. [But then, another Santa Claus bursts in]
Imaginary Santa Two: Hey! Don't listen to that imposter, boys! Tell me what you want for Christmas! [Mac was surprised to see two Santa Clauses]
Bloo: A mountain bike!
Imaginary Santa Two: It's yours!
Imaginary Santa One: I'll top that! [drops Mac and Bloo on the floor] How about a snow mobile!
Bloo: Oh, that's good! What have you got?
Imaginary Santa Two: Dune buggy?
Bloo: Not bad. And how do you feel about that?
Imaginary Santa One: Uh, Lightsword!
Imaginary Santa Two: Those don't even exist!
Imaginary Santa One: It's called Christmas magic, you fraud! [The two Santas began punching and fighting each other. Mac and Bloo watch]
Mac: Two Santas? I...
Frankie: [At the door with a large group of imaginary Santas] This way, fellas.
Imaginary Santas: Merry Christmas! Ho-ho-ho! [As each imaginary Santa walk in, they appear to be in different shape and size]
Frankie: [The two Santa keep punching and fighting until Frankie gets between them] Alright, break it up! All Santas please follow the signs to Mr. Herriman's office to fill out your paperwork! Single file, please! Single file, p... I SAID SINGLE FILE! Thank you! [sighs] Every dang year. I tell ya. Hey, Mac. Merry Christmas! [Mac was speechless at what he just saw] Eve!
Mac: Huh? What? How? Were those all...
Frankie: Yep. Imaginary Santas. Kids get so excited about Christmas tons of these guys get imagined. It happens every year.
Mac: So, none of these guys were the real Santa?
Frankie: Pfft! As much as my great Aunt Fanny.
Mac: Well, what does that mean?
Frankie: Oh, nothing. Listen, Mac, if you see the real Santa Claus, tell him I want magical self-cleaning toilets for Christmas. [Frankie leaves but gives Mac a wink. In Mr. Herriman's office, the group of imaginary Santas are being crowded up, shouting and complaining]
Mr. Herriman: You're not helping, Master Blooregard! [Bloo gets kicked out]
Mac: That guy in the parade on TV who got me that bike last year.
Bloo: Dude, I am going to score tomorrow morning!
Mac: Bloo, no you're not!
Bloo: But all those Santas...
Mac: Weren't real!!
Bloo: Well, one of them could've been...
Mac: No, they're all fakes! None of them can give you anything!
Bloo: But... but then the real one...
Mac: That's just it, Bloo! I don't think there is a Santa Claus! [Bloo is surprised]
[Mac is curled up in a beetle position in Bloo's room after realizing there's no Santa]
Mac: There's no Santa. Eh... No Santa. [lays on his side] Eh... No Santa. [shivers]
Bloo: This is a travesty! This is the most catastrophic, cataclysmic, cata... cata... cata-awful occurrence this world has ever known!! Do you realize what this means?!
Mac: It means that everything in the world is a lie!!! [sobs]
Bloo: Um, no! It means I get one crummy gift this year! And you know it's gonna be lame because it's from Herriman! He's probably gonna get me socks! Socks Mac. SOCKS!!! No! No! I refuse to accept it. Santa's real! Real I tell you!
Mac: Just think about it. Nothing about Santa makes any logical sense. Man, I'm so stupid! I actually believed that a huge fat guy can get his big behind down a chimney. I totally bought at someone could miraculously travel around the world in just one night. I mean, geez! That's just so totally bogus! Even with magic deer! And as such a total bonehead, I completely fell for it that someone that lives in the North Pole has some resources to manufacture and produce brand name toys. And not get his jolly red suit... [Bloo slaps him] Ow!
Bloo: [shakes Mac] Get a hold of yourself!! I'm not going to give up Santa without a fight! And neither will you! [continuously shakes Mac] Do you hear me?!
Mac: [feeling dizzy] Yes, just stop shaking me!
Bloo: [drops Mac] Come on. We're going to conduct a few experiments. [Mac walks with dizziness. The scene cuts to Mac and Bloo walking outside of Foster's in snowwear] Alright, Mac. I'm gon disprove your theories
[During the night, Bloo is near the chimney still waiting for Santa and Eduardo is still stuck]
Bloo: One present! It's just so wrong!
Eduardo: Azule! I'm trying to sleep! Remember, he knows when you're awake!
Bloo: Look, Ed. Stop being selfish. I'm only getting one stinking present!
Bloo: Shut it, Moishe.
[Bloo begins gobbling up the cookies and milk that was meant for Santa]
Bloo: You know, isn't there some Christmas story about some guy who is a stingy stooge our something?
Eduardo: [gasps] Are you eating Santa's cookies? Azule, be good for goodness sake!
Bloo: Yeah, it was about this old dude who was like all rich and his really poor family dressed up as ghosts and scared him into giving them a really big goose.
Eduardo: [snores] Bloo, I cannot hear you. I am asleep. [snores] I am having my visions of my sugarplum. [snores]
Bloo: Thanks, Eduardo.
Eduardo: [snores] I no naughty like him, Santa. I sleeping. Listen. [snores]
[Mr. Herriman is sleeping in his room when suddenly the door opens and a shadow creeps inside.]
Bloo [moans like a ghost]
Mr. Herriman: [scared] What was that?
Bloo: [in a ghostly voice] Mr. Herriman....
Mr. Herriman: [scared] Who... Who's there?
Bloo: [in a ghostly voice] It's me... You're old business partner...
Mr. Herriman: Who?
[Bloo hops in Mr. Herriman's bed dressed as a hippie and holding a guitar]
Bloo: Bob Marley!
[Mr. Herriman hides in his covers]
Mr. Herriman: Wait, don't you mean Jacob Mar...
Bloo: Nevermind! Tonight, you will be visited by three ghosts and they will teach you the true meaning of Christmas, man!
Mr. Herriman: [gulps]
Bloo: Wait here a sec.
[Bloo goes off and makes various noises while he is dressing up as one of the ghosts. He comes up on Mr. Herriman's bed in a Christmas present]
Bloo: I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!
Mr. Herriman: A Christmas present?
Bloo: That's what I said. What are you? Deaf?
Mr. Herriman: Well, no. I just...
Bloo: Silence! You have been a stingy cheapskate for far too long, Mr. Herriman. You must pull me up and spring forth more loot. For that is the true meaning of Christmas! If you don't do as I ask, this is what will happen... Wait, just another sec.
[Bloo goes off and makes various noises while he is dressing up as one of the ghosts. He comes up on Mr. Herriman's bed dressed as an alien robot]
Mr. Herriman: [screams]
Bloo: I am the Ghost of Christmas Future! Beep-Bop-Boop!
Mr. Herriman: No!
Bloo: This is what Christmas will be like in the future! Beep-Bop! Dark and really scary! Full of robots and no presents! Bop-Boop! And it's because you're a tightwad, Mr. Herriman! Boop-Beep!
Mr. Herriman: No, no! It's too horrible! [falls to his knees] Oh! Oh, please. Spirit, answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that will be? Or are they shadows of the things that may be?
Bloo: Uh.... Sure, whatever! Beep-Bop! Just do what the ghosts tell you! Beep-Bop-Boop! Beep!
Mr. Herriman: I'll do whatever you say! Tell me what you want!
Bloo: Geez! Weren't you listening to the present guy? Beep! You shouldn't be spending Foster's money on one present.
Mr. Herriman: Two presents then?
Bloo: No! Beep-Bop! Two presents?! What's the matter with you?! Beep-Bop-Boop!
Mr. Herriman: Please don't hurt me! I understand, Spirit. Not two presents. Not one present.
Bloo: Right. One present is like totally unacceptable. Beep-Bop.
Mr. Herriman: You don't want one present?
Bloo: Exactly. I don't want one present.
Mr. Herriman: Not one single present. Oh, the imaginary friends will be terribly disappointed.
Bloo: No, they won't. Bop. They'll love it. Boop. Trust me. Beep-Bop.
[The scene changes to Mac, who is in bed at home, tossing and turning in desperation to know the truth of Santa's existence]
Mac: Santa, I've really wanna believe you're out there. It's just that none of the evidence adds up. But I know that doesn't have to mean you're not there. I just need a sign. I need something that I know only you can do. I don't know what. It's just something... I know! If you are real, you'll bring me a present. Something really specific. That could be a sign, right? I don't even care what it is. It could even be something lame. Like underwear. I would be totally cool with underwear. Seriously, I would love underwear. That would be a perfect sign, Santa. Just so long I know it's from you.
[Mac's phone rings]
Mac: Santa? Bloo, what are you doing calling so late? You could've woke up my mom! What? What do you mean Herriman's canceled Christmas? [Mr. Herriman throws out the Christmas tree] He threw out all the decorations and gifts? Bloo, that's awful! Why did he do that? What? Ghosts told him to? That's ridiculous, Bloo. Presence and robots can't even become ghosts. Because you have to be alive in order to die and you bec... Wait a second. You did it, didn't you? Yes, you did! Do you even realize what a bad liar you are?! Ugh! Fine! [becomes sad] Ok. Ok. I'll see you tomorrow. Ok, bye. [hangs up the phone] This is the worst Christmas ever. Just a sign, Santa, please. Just a sign.
[Mac goes to sleep. Back at Foster's, Bloo stands in the main room where the place is completely empty with no decorations or gifts.]