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-That's a supercool ringtone. -I know. Isn't it?

Yes! We’re next!

Finally! We’ve been standing in this line forever.

My knees are locking in place. Listen.

We’ve all made sacrifices. But it’s worth it,

because after two days and three nights of waiting,

we’re some of the first people in the world to own the

greatest tech gadget of all time ever this year. The GlovePhone.

Yes! GlovePhone!

What’s a GlovePhone?

It’s the latest in wearable tech. Part glove, part phone.

All GlovePhone.

I’m confident that a few years from now, all clothes will be computers.

Really? Computer clothes? Great. Those will look perfect with my calculator earrings.

Sorry everyone, this is just in on the GlovePhone. We are all out of GlovePhones.

You’ll have to come back another time.

What?! Ha?! But...no... we’ve been waiting here for days.

That’s the spirit. Hey, don’t think of this as failing at buying a GlovePhone.

Think of it as succeeding at standing in line for a really long time.

But we were next.

Look, I made my own GlovePhone. See, you can put your pictures on it like this.

And you can even post them on social media! If social media is the fridge.

Can you get a triple megapixel palm display on that thing?

I don’t know what that means

Because the real GlovePhone can!

If it’s broken, you’re paying!

Everybody, calm down. It’s hard, I know. But we can get through this.

How can I stay at the cutting edge of technology

if I don’t own the technology at the cutting edge?!

I don’t know! I was trying to be strong for both of us! Argh! This so hard.

Did somebody say “GlovePhone”?

Yeah, I guess in the last minute or so someone did, yeah, why?

Because I could have sworn I heard GlovePhone. Or maybe I was just...

looking at my hand!

What?! How’d you get that?

My parents paid someone to stand in line.

Did you know some bozos waited, like, three days for one of these?

Woow...Pssh. What a bunch of bozos.

I know, right? One of you send me a text!

Hand-controlled motion sensors. Super intuitive.

It’s like, this is what my hand naturally wants to do anyway.

And if I want to open up a weather app, I just do this...

Come on! I own you!

It’s cloudy. See.

Let me try. I want to see if the thumb sensors are as cozy as I’ve heard.

If you think I’m gonna let you use my GlovePhone,

I’m gonna ask you to “talk to the hand”.

“Talk to the hand!” That’s the slogan for the GlovePhone! It’s in all the ads.

Talk to the hand.

Argh! That is such a good slogan!

Come on, Ginger. We’re your friends! Let us try the GlovePhone!

Eh, I don’t know. I sort of just came over here to gloat.

Come on, there’s gotta be something we can work out! Just name it.

Okay. Here’s the deal. We shoot this super sweet kung fu video for you,

and in exchange, you let us use the GlovePhone! Deal?

I’ll think about it! Hyah! Chop! Chop! Kung fu backflip!

Ok edit that so it looks like I did a cool backflip. And make me on fire.

I guess, given enough time, I could try to...

Oh, you could try? I guess I’ll try to think of a time that I can let you use the GlovePhone.

Hang on, Ginger! Who said try? No one said try. Ben will add fire,

and what if I threw in something to sweeten the deal?

My secret stash of TV collectibles? But it’s secret!

Come on, Hank. Help us out here.

All right, if it’s important. But be careful, there’s really valuable stuff in there!

That napkin is the same color as one they used on “English Party Mansion.”

What a show.

Pretty impressive stash i guess.

Impressive enough to get a look at that GlovePhone?

No touching!

Stop right there. What if...

You want me to call my contacts in the music industry

and get Ginger a front row seat at the Teen Romance Music Festival?

Is it so hard to believe we’re just doing it out of the goodness of our hearts?

Oops, I’m getting a call on my GlovePhone.

I’ll take it in the hall. If you’ll excuse me.

This is Ginger. Talk to the hand!

Did you see that?

Are you just doing this so that you can use Ginger’s GlovePhone?

Whaaaat? That’s crazy. What are you talking about? Yes. Yes we are.

Look, I get it. But you can’t just do a million favors for Ginger so you can use it.

We’re not doing a million favors for Ginger.

We are just doing one...complex thing for him.

I mean where does it end. Think about it. If you get this ticket,

you’re going to owe me a favor. Don’t you see, you’re falling into a black hole of favors!

Is it a wormhole black hole of favors?

A black hole? Isn't that one of those dangerous science things?

Angela’s right... the GlovePhone isn’t worth it.

Maybe it’s not. But you know what else they said wasn’t worth it?

Finding the world's first dinosaur bones.

Climbing to the top of the moon.

Sailing to Mount Everest!

I mean, everyone said those people were crazy.

They said they should just sit at home and fluff their pillows.

But they showed them!

And we’ll show them, too! Because we are gonna get that GlovePhone!

All right, so this didn’t work out great. But after all we’ve done for Ginger,

he owes us that GlovePhone. And if he’s not going to give it to us.

We’re gonna have to take it.

Potato One, this is Wild Bandit. Come in Potato One.

I see you, Tom.

You mean, “I see you, Wild Bandit.” Over.

Whatever. For the record, I’m still opposed to sneaking into

Ginger’s house and stealing the GlovePhone.

Over.

It’s not stealing. We’re just going to take it without asking.

He owes it to us.

Over.

I don’t know, it feels wrong.

The time to think about right and wrong ended when I put on this super cool black hat.

Now the hat is on, and we’re doing this.

Ok. Sure, lets do it.

Over.

So, is lookout in position?

Roger Black Hat. I’ve got a view of the area.

Anything I need to know? Over.

Well, there’s a squirrel in the tree to my left.

There are two flowers in the ground beneath me. There are no rocks nearby.

Repeat.There are no rocks nearby. Wait i saw one.

Keep going inside and you should be in a big hallway.

You want to stay to your left. Left...right...forward...yes right, should be it.

Beyond that door in front of you is the room we’ve determined to be most likely

to hold the GlovePhone!

Do you see it?

No, I’m in an empty room. But, there’s a briefcase in the middle of the floor.

That doesn’t sound right. My research doesn’t indicate any briefcase-themed

charging device for the GlovePhone...

It’s just a picture of Ginger sticking his tongue out.

It’s like he is making fun of somebody or something.

It’s a trap! Wild Bandit, get out of there!

Very good.

Oh Ginger.

You’ve passed the test.

Test?

The test of friendship, Tom. The test to see if you would let your

jealousy over the fact that I had a GlovePhone consume you. You did!

Or should i say, failed the test.

Wow. So you can even clap your hands while wearing the GlovePhone?

Because I had read we weren’t gonna be able to do that until they released the GlovePhone 2.0.

Oh no, you can’t.

Oh, no.

You broke it.

Aw, man! My butler's butler waited in line for this forever!

So after all that, nobody has a GlovePhone! That’s insane!

This is Night Hawk. Over. I think the lesson to be gleaned from all this is,

that things are fun to have, but what really matters in life

are ----the people---and the friendships

Hank, what’s that? Night Hawk, you’re breaking up. Repeat,

I repeat. Night Hawk. Repeat.

Ha! It looks like nobody’s technology is behaving today!

You called the cops?!

I would call them and tell them not to come, but i dont have my GlovePhone. Somebody broke it.

Nobody listens to Potato One….

...You can live without the pickles...

He's living in our midst. A pingpong wizard. This is my garage.

Ha ha! Missed again, noodle arm!

Can you guys keep it down?

Yeah, we’re trying to finish Biceptor, our arm-wrestling robot.

Sorry. We’re playing slingshot tag, and Ginger is “it.”

I'm throwing it now!

Oo, you almost got me there, shortstack!

He didn’t really almost get me. I’m teasing him. Wink.

Hank, if you’re trying to whisper, you can’t just put your hand near your mouth.

You actually have to lower your voice like this.

Aww, how adorable. Little fella doesn’t even understand how to whi...

Ah-ha-ha! You’re “it.”

Hank! Hank! Wake up!

I was having a dream that we were living in a 3-D cartoon...

Hah imagine us living in a cartoon.

Wow!

Oopsie!

Sorry. I'll put that right there...

Okay, I see what I did, I see what I did.

No-no-no-no!

Finally, we can play some ping-pong! I’m first!

No way! Ping-pong is forbidden in this garage.

Aw!

This table has a long and troubled history...

Yeah. You’re probably too young to remember, little guy.

Well, I remember. I remember...like it was yesterday...

- And, uh... - Should something be happening?

- Shh. - We're waiting for a flashback.

Oh

Yesterday!

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Can you please stop that? We need to finish the watermelon launcher.

Hey Ben, you think I could pogo over the moon?

Tom, Tom focus. Launching watermelons across football fields is serious business.

Are you even listening to yourself?

If we don’t win the watermelon-launching contest

and the cash prize that comes with it, we’ll have to shut down the company.

Lighten up, man! You’re stressing yourself out. You need to relax

and have a little fun. That’s why I got us a...

Ping-pong table!

Hey, Hank. Do you think maybe you could use two hands?

Angela, then where would I put my ice cream cone? On my head?

Good point.

Okay. Let's go.

Ben, you're up first.

Absolutely not. We need to work.

Oh come on, Ben. You know how the song goes.

Physical activity increases productivity and ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Poing.

Who says that?

Everyone! Scientists, brain experts, ping-pong...ologists...

I don't know.

This. Is. Awesome!

Told you! It’s nice to see you finally relax. Oh my... what?

Game.

Okay, well now that we’ve had a little fun, we can all get back to work on the watermelon launcher.

My turn!

I’ll play Angela!

Actually, the official rule of the garage is

“winner stays on,” so you have to play me.

Come on, Ben. We have to get back to work.

“If we don’t win the contest and the cash prize that comes with it,

we’ll have to shut down the company.” That was you, right?

I mean, that was a spot on impression of you.

“Winner stays on” is the most sacred rule in the unofficial ping-

pong rule book. And I refuse to break it.

What have I done?

Step up, junior!

Ben!

Thank you. Okay!

- Woo hoo. - Yeah.

Ever since I was a young girl, I thought my game was strong.

But then I met a master, and oh baby, I was wrong. If you have

to play him, you won’t be out there long...That nerdy tech geek...

SURE PLAYS A MEAN PING-PONG!

... He’s a ping-pong wizard, and he’s living in our midst!

A ping-pong wizard. Actually... actually exists.

Ah, Ben is unstoppable.

If someone doesn’t beat him in ping-pong and soon,

we’re never going to finish our watermelon launcher in time.

This is just like the episode of “Alpha Squadron Explosion Go!”

where Hitoshi has to battle the two-headed samurai ghost.

You know sometimes I think you make up these TV shows.

That sounds like something a samurai ghost would say.

Where are you hiding your laser sword... Tom-San?

Wait! I know someone who can beat Ben.

You don’t mean...

Hitoshi?

What? No, Hank. I mean someone who lives right by us...

someone who’s a lord of sorts... a lord...

...of the land!

I’m talking about the Landlord.

The Landlord? I don’t know… I mean, look at us. We’re mere land-commoners.

Relax, I'll ask him. He’s not my landlord.

Hi, Tom’s landlord.

Oh... it’s you...

Greetings, fair and noble Landlord. Our friend, Angela hath a request of thee.

Okay, we tried.

Oh come on, we can’t give up yet.

Hey, listen. We need your help! We know you’re a former ping-pong champion!

You stumbled on my little secret... But how?

Well, the door knocker is shaped like a ping-pong paddle.

Oh, right, yes.

And also there’s a sign in the driveway that says “Parking Reserved for Ping Pong Champions.”

Okay, fine-fine-fine, yes.

The giant pile of ping-pong trophies in your yard.

Also you’re holding a ping-pong paddle.

My pong-ping days are over.

Please. Look we wouldn’t ask unless it was really important.

Someone must defeat Ben, so we can get back to work on our watermelon launcher.

Enough. Go away.

Boy! He sure loves slamming that door.

Ben! What the heck’s going on?

Get out of here, Tom. I've told you before - this is no place for you!

I can’t believe this! Not only are you sacrificing the future of our company

for your ping-pong obsession - but now you’ve filled our garage with “pong scum!”

Ah!

Oh, you know it's true.

Winner stays on! That’s the rule! You had your chance to beat me and you failed!

So I - the winner - stay on.

This is my garage. And I won’t have it filled

with low-life pong-ping hustlers.

Ohh

So, the rumors are true…

Looks like you’re ready for your reckoning, old man...

Oh, I’m ready... to knock you off your “pong-estal!”

On pong!

The spin...first the spin

There we go.

So it all comes down to this... Match point.

Bring it!

Up your face!

Yes! Champion!

You did it! I knew you could do it! King Pong!

Hehehe. Yes. Don’t touch me.

Alright, show's over.

Come on, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here.

Shoo! Shoo scum! Get out of here!

Ah... Well, good game, Ben.

What happened? What time is it?

10:30

Ah, phew. If we work all night, we can still finish the watermelon launcher.

Now you’re talking!

And that, Ginger, is why this ping-pong table is now used exclusively as a desk.

What happened with the watermelon launch?

We won, of course.

Using the rocket-powered slingshot you’re holding now...

Wow!

Whoa!

Ginger!

Sorry, Hank - not sorry.

Since that day, we vowed to focus on work and not let anything distract us.

That reminds me, we have to finish Biceptor.

The fate of our company rests on winning the robo-lympics.

Foosball Express! I’ve got a delivery. It’s a foosball table.

Yeah, thanks. We got that when you said “Foosball Express.”

We didn’t order a foosball table.

Well, I’m not hauling this thing back to the warehouse. I mean,

what do I look like, some kind of delivery man?

Yeah, you do.

Whatever you say, lady.

Cuckoo-cuckoo!

What are we supposed to do with the foosball table?

I mean, the robo-lympics start in eight hours. We can’t waste time playing.

Game on.

Oh, great!

I don’t know how to solve this problem.

But I do.

Don't worry Ben, it's an easy five minute procedure.

I can do this. I am an internet doctor.

Okay, I provided the flash of inspiration.

Now I’m stuck with three hard days of programming.

Teamwork!

Don’t touch me!

Okay. What are you doing?

What? The TV’s broken so I came over here to watch your TV.

What do you call this show, Numbers, Numbers, Numbers?

Alright. Until I have time to fix your TV, you can watch stuff online.

Ooh! Watching stuff online! That’s right! That is popular!

It’s revolutionizing viewing habits. Thanks, Ben.

Now please stop bothering us!

Yeah! We’re trying to work! What flavor are these?

Now, which of my favorite TV shows should I search for?

Ooh, how about... That’s Not My Lunch?

That schoolboy always has the wrong lunch.

- Oops! - Attention! Click here!

This could be the most important link you’ll ever click!

Pfft, yeah right. I’m not falling for that.

Not falling for that? Excellent.

But nothing you do will ever be more life-changing than clicking this link!

Nice try. But I don’t think so.

Congratulations! By not clicking the first two ads, you’ve proven you’re smart.

Click here and your mother will always be proud of you!

It’s true, dear! I will be so proud if you click and so disappointed if you don’t.

Mom?

Ooh, spooky!

Oh, hello. So you want to be a doctor. And maybe even a renowned Internet doctor like myself.

But do you think you have what it takes?

Pop quiz. Question number one: What organ of the body pumps blood?

A: The heart. B: A shoe. Or C: Count Dracula.

Ooh! I know that one. Click.

You clicked A: The heart. Very good!

Question number 2: Do you or one of your roommates have a major credit card?

Hmm. Ooh! Uh-huh!

Congratulations! You have been accepted to Dr. Internet Doctor’s

Online Medical School! And as a special promotion: your first two classes are free!

Free, free, free...

Guys, you won’t believe this!

Free classes not actually free, failure to pay will result in demand for payment,

All sales final, free parking with validation,

dry clean only, do not dry clean,

2 shows nightly, 2 drink minimum, batteries not included,

Wi-Fi not included, some assembly required, money, money, money,

money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money...

You could never be a doctor, Hank.

Looks like this young man needs a lollipop.

Wow, thanks, Dr. Hank! I had a disease where I needed a lollipop

and then you gave me a lollipop. And now I have a lollipop

and I am cured. So thanks, bye.

See, that’s what doctors do. We hand out lollipops.

Now, who wants to be my first practice patient?

- Yeah, no. - No.

Okay, one question, Doctor, if we refuse to be a practice patient, will you

harangue us day and night until we agree?

Yeah. That could work.

Aaaaaaaaah.

Angela, here’s my diagnosis. Your mouth is very... very...

dark!

You were able to figure that out after one day in online medical school? Wow.

I know, right? Have a lollipop.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

Tell me, have you had any recent aches or pains?

Well, when you called me in here for a check-up, that was kind of a pain. In the neck.

Ha ha ha. Very funny, Tom. But the doctor’s office is no place for jokes.

Yeah, there’s pretty much no doctor jokes at all.

- Yeah, have a lollipop and get out. - Whatever.

Well, Ben, you definitely have a wrist.

Is this going to take long? I was kind of in the middle…

Uh-oh.

What? I coughed. It’s nothing. Is it?

U-uh, I don’t know. I watch a lot of TV and when someone coughs in the

first part of a show, it’s never nothing. I better consult my

medical school textbook... It’s digital.

Uh-oh.

Oh, that’s not good.

What? What is it?

Oh, nothing. This thing’s almost out of batteries.

Hm, let me ask you this. Do you ever feel tired?

Ha! My mind is always alert, so I would say - never.

Sometimes.

Have you ever had a runny nose?

I have one right now.

Have you ever had an upset stomach?

Did you hear that?

Okay-okay, there’s nothing to worry about probably, as long as your left hand doesn’t itch.

How much of an itch?

Well, it says here the itch would be barely noticeable at first,

but the more you think about it, the more it itches.

That’s exactly what’s happening right now.

Ben, I can’t even say what this is.

Why?! Because it’s that bad?

No, because it’s really hard to pronounce. But this condition is not good.

Give it to me straight, Doc.

Well, there’s a fifty-percent chance it’s nothing. But there’s

a sixty-percent chance that you’re in bad shape.

I need to do some research. Have these.

Normal? This stupid thing is obviously not working! I’m burning up.

Hey, Ben. I just passed by your work station, and I noticed that there

was a station there, but no work.

Sorry, Tom. I can’t work. I have to take a sick day.

Okay, well that was real. But Ben, you’re not sick.

It’s all in your head. Hank doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

Excuse me, Tom. One of us was accepted into online medical school!

So please leave me to my patient.

Yeah! Visiting hours are over, Sir!

Ben, your illness is definitely what I suspected. And it’s… scary.

Oh no! How scary?

Well, I’ve been kind of a doctor for almost two days and I’ve never seen

anything this serious. Ben, I’m afraid you’re going to need sugary... Surgery.

This confirms what I feared all along.

Well, confirming fears is the number one job of the doctor.

Maybe I should get a second opinion.

Okay, I’ll give you one. In my opinion ice cream is more delicious than frozen yogurt...

But back to your condition - if you don’t get the surgery, can I have your stuff?

When can you fit me into your schedule, Doctor? No, wait, what if I try alternative medicine?

Listen, Ben, you don’t need surgery. You just need to relax.

Here, breathe in some of this incense.

Can’t breathe! Need air!

Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to send you healing energy,

heart-to-heart, until you’re feeling better.

Now, are you ready for your hug?

Hug? No! No hugging! I want the surgery!

Don’t worry, Ben. It’s an easy five minute procedure any doctor could do with his eyes

closed. Which is really good, because I do not want to see anything icky.

First make an incision here, no I'm sorry, not there, over here, and then you - no not there either, eh, split the difference

Oh, that is messed up.

And it's as simple as presto magico! Oh dear, that doesn't look right

I can do this! I am an Internet doctor.

Steady. Into Benny.

- Whoa, stop. - Thank goodness!

Ben, this is insane. You can’t let this happen!

Tom, stop, there’s only a point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, one percent chance

that I’ll survive this operation today. But there’s no chance that I’ll survive the illness.

It’s simple math! I couldn’t possibly get up if I try.

Guys, no more talking! We have to begin stat! That’s a medical term.

Tom, you can’t just stand there. Do something.

Ah! Fine! You know what? If you’re so sick, then I guess I’ll have to go

to your computer and touch your computer and program your computer and our app myself.

Ha, fine, what does it matter?

Gee, I hope I don’t mess up any of your code. Oh don’t worry, I know how

this works. I take my hands, I bang it on this computer thing and all the magic comes up.

Uh-oh, oops. Hey, Ben, is there an undo button?

Tom, don’t you dare touch my code!

Ben, I thought you were sick and needed an operation.

Well, I’m suddenly feeling much better. So back off!

Ben’s cured! I did it! And I don’t even know what I did!

Wait till I tell Dr. Internet Doctor!

… and so this doctor had his very first success!

And, your last! You failed to pay for your two free classes, so

I am forced, Hank, to kick you out of online medical school.

Aw!

Perhaps you should try being an Internet dentist.

Click the link at the bottom of the page now!

I don’t think so.

Ha… Well, this patient is cured.

Thanks, Doctor Ben.

You know, if you really want to be a doctor, you could always go back to college…

Nah. This has taught me an important lesson: Never trust a popup.

Definitely.

Besides, right now, I have a better idea...

And now back to tonight’s episode of Hippo Hospital.

I may be a hippo, but I follow the Hippocratic oath.

Yeah, you do!

These lollipops don’t have much flavour. Oh well…

Filthy nasty reindeer pooping on my snowman, pooping on my snowman.

Get off the stage.

Filthy nasty reindeer, pooping on my snowman, pooping on my snowman

Get off the stage!

Aw, yeah!

It’s holly jolly time, y’all! Who’s ready for the big Christmas concert?

Well, that’s later... But right now, let’s get some dress-rehearsal-style

applause for Angela!

Thank you! Thank you!

Alright, guys. Here’s a Christmas song my grandmother used to sing to me

when I was a little girl.

Now there’s just one thing I want for Christmas.

Here’s some things I like about Christmas… presents!

True that!

Mistletoe!

Uh-huh!

Candy canes!

Canes of candy!

But you know what I hate about Christmas?

What's that?

Reindeer!

Reindeer?

Reindeer! Stomping on my roof!

Stomping on my roof!

Eating all my carrots! Pooping on my snowman!

Filthy, nasty reindeer!

Get off the stage!

Oh no! Why? Is there a fire?

Your singing stinks as bad as your feet!

A heckler?! In my club?

You better show yourself before I throw yourself.

Sorry, Angela, I feel terrible about this!

Then why are you doing the worm?

Worms can feel terrible.

Angela, why are you so upset? It was just a heckler.

No, Tom, it was more than that.

Much more. It brought me back to another time I was heckled...

Filthy, nasty reindeer!

Pooping on my snowman! Pooping on my snowman!

Get off the stage!

Your singing stinks as bad as your feet!

Who would do that? Who would heckle a sweet, little girl

singing a nice song about Christmas?

Well, all the doors were locked, we’re the only ones here.

And I was on stage, so you know it wasn’t me. So...

So that means the heckler is...

one of you!

Oh! That’s my new ringtone.

I for one, am shocked and appalled that someone would heckle Angela.

Well, you shouldn’t be, considering the heckler is... you.

Oops. Sorry.

A simple Internet search of “Tom” and “heckler” shows that you, Tom,

received not one, not two, but three after-school detentions for heckling.

And one of them was at a Christmas concert!

Tom, you heckled? How could you?

That was a different time! I was young and desperate for attention.

I never stopped talking. I was a real blabbermouth.

Couldn’t shut me up! I would just go on and on and on and on.

Tom!

The point is, that was a different me. Okay? I would never heckle Angela.

I wish I could believe you.

You can! Angela, wait!

I have to find the real heckler and clear my name!

Luckily, I know everything there is to know about solving mysteries,

thanks to my favorite show, “Professor Bloodhound and Constable Larry.”

You know, that show where the characters spout British cliches to try to sound smart.

Indubitably, old chap!

Without having done any actual detective work besides wearing this hat,

which I fancy, I can conclude, with some degree of certainty, that the heckler is...

Ben! If that’s your real name...

You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?

I’ll ask the questions here!

Yes, Professor Bloodhound will ask the questions!

Ben, is it or is it not true that you recently developed an app called...

The Hecklematic?!

The worm hath turned!

Well, yes I did, but...

And what does the app do?

Well, it heckles.

Ah-ha! I mean “ah-haa” (British).

Crumpets!

It wasn’t me! I only made that app to train myself to deal with hecklers

while I’m doing stand-up. Look, see, okay, here.

Why do magnets win beauty pageants? Because they’re so...

attractive!

Boo! Your comedy is terrible! Boo! Get a real job! You’re awful!

Ginger... that was a heckle!

Oops!

What? Oh, you think I’m the one who heckled Angela?

Well, you do enjoy heckling.

Right, Inspector Bloodhound-Tom?

Ginger, of course! It’s so obvious, it hurts!

It wasn’t me! I’ll prove it to you.

Hank, let me ask you something: you sleepwalk, right?

Sure, every night.

And while sleepwalking, you scream at anyone who crosses your path...

Of course...

And what was your favorite part of Angela’s performance?

I don’t know. I fell asleep. Oh, crumpets.

Ah! This is ridiculous. Tom, your investigation hasn’t proven anything.

And you’re the only one who’s ever heckled at a Christmas show.

So as far as I’m concerned, you’re guilty.

Please, Angela, you’ve got to believe me! I’d never heckle you!

Guilty!

Angela’s honestly like the single most amazing person I’ve ever met...

If she think’s I’m the heckler, she’ll never fall

You think I'm in love with Angela? Oh, come on!

Okay, righto… Ah... Look, I know we’re stumped, but I promise,

we’re going to find this heckler... somehow.

Hey, whenever Professor Bloodhound’s stumped, he and

Constable Larry always do two things: have a spot of tea and then

return to the scene of the crime...

Oh, that’s dreadfully good!

As a servant of the Crown, I demand to see the security footage

from Angela’s rehearsal!

Aw, yeah! Follow me!

Uh-huh. Zoom in there, if you please!

Zoom that in. Enhance!

Make it so.

Ah-ha! Hank, I’ve got a feeling I know who our heckler is...

Jolly good work, Inspector!

Boo-ya!

Look at him! He's doing the running bloke.

Yeah. I have a different dance for every mood!

Right now I’m surprised and kinda hungry!

I’ve gathered you all here at the scene of the crime,

so that I can reveal not only who heckled Angela tonight,

but who heckled her way back when in kindergarten... because you see

the two hecklers in question are in fact one and the same.

Oops, sorry, I’ll put it on vibrate.

And these bikkies, which I believe you call cookies will prove it!

Wait! Who’s that?!

Hold it right there!

Okey-dokey.

Ah-ha! I knew it! Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you... your heckler!

Santa?!

Ho-ho-ho-ho. Guilty as charged.

I knew it. I mean like I didn’t know it but I like knew it.

What?! Santa, why would you heckle Angela?

Have you ever really listened to the lyrics in her Christmas song?

Filthy nasty reindeer pooping on my snowman, pooping on my...

Okay, I guess, you know maybe out of context, those lyrics could

sound a bit anti-reindeer. I’m sorry.

Wait, Tom. How did you know it was Santa?

Well, think about it. All the doors were locked, which means the heckler

had to find another way into the club, like a chimney.

Oh! There’s a chimney right there!

Right. Stay with me, buddy.

But what about the robot voice?

You mean this voice?

Ho-ho! Just a gadget that the elves made for me.

I’m sorry I heckled you, Angela.

The important thing here is that we solved the mystery

and now we know for sure that I’d never-ever-ever-ever do

anything to hurt Angela’s feelings. Ever…

Good. Now do you think you can still play the Christmas concert?

Let me tell you about the dopest Christmas I ever had!

Getting heckled by Claus,

So... it’s Christmas Eve, bro. You going to tell her how you feel?

Whaaat? I mean, I think she’s, uh, super swell and an upstanding citizen, but-

Tom, I’m Santa Claus.

I know when you’re sleeping, I know when you’re awake,

and I know when you’re lying.

No… eh, no. No.

Oh hey Angela, hi!

I’m so psyched I can perform again! And it’s all thanks to you, Tom.

I got you a little something.

You did? You didn’t have to do that.

And I think it really sums up how much you mean to me… Oh, gotta go.

Oh! “Just Friends Forever...”

Huh. Well, the “just” part seems a bit unnecessary...

Get some of that funky you, yo!

Reindeer stomping on my roof, stomping on my roof, eating all my carrots

pooping on my snowman, pooping on my snowman.

Filthy nasty reindeer pooping on my snowman.

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