It’s late at night, and the phone rings… MM answers it.
SC: “Hello! This is Santa Claws, we have an emergency here in the North Pole, may I please speak to Milo.”
MM: “Milo, it’s for you, it sounds urgent”
Milo: “Hello?”
SC: “Milo! Dis Santa Claws. Thank goodness I reached you. We need your help boy! The reindeer are having trouble sustaining their altitude and velocity this year – can you make us some special trabel juice so Christmas won’t be ruined for all the young boys and girls all over the world??”
Milo: “Well Santa, I would lub to help, but formulating a whole new trabel juice will take time, I will sure try. How will I get it to you?”
SC: “Prancer will meet you at the North Pole rendezvous point, I’ll email you the cordinates. Christmas is counting on you, we all are! Please hurry Milo…and travel safe. ”
Milo drops the phone and runs out of the room.
MM: “Milo! What is it?? Where are you going?? Milooooo!!!”
