A Polar Bear's Christmas
She made fun of his prodigious belly, which he shook for the amusement of the children, and he joked about santa's assistants always being female because they reported back to mrs. claus on his movements.
Home for the Holidays
Mayor vogel, acting as mrs. claus, waved them into one of the few remaining places. "people really go in for this, huh?"
Bait & Bash
"mrs. claus has brought gifts this time," she joked as she set down the bag. "everyone been good?" pavan chuckled. "hey, that was pretty good!"
Jingle All The Coyote
He let them in, and soon, they entered a warehouse absolutely full of mall santas, elves, and mrs clauses, all inventorying stolen goods and counting money. the coyote's eyes widened.
The Christmas We Get
mrs. claus's christmas cookie cooter that if you're about to pull a 'those aren't my glasses' on me, i'm gonna use your sugar plums like a teeny, tiny tee-ball, and hit a home run with vatch's stick." there was no answer.
Christmas 5: The Christmasening OR How the Coyote Almost Saved Christmas
I mean, poor donner, but, oh thank mrs. claus' peppermint cookies it's not my dear comet!" the coyote blinked. “did…did he say…his dear comet?" asterbury lowered his voice to a whisper. “i think they're an item." the coyote snickered.