Jeremy Clyde: What's the explanation for all this rubbish?
Brer Rabbit: Santy probably holds royalty to a higher standard.
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Brer Bear: I hasn't farted on Brer Chad's pillow in weeks. Okay, days. So I did it yesterday, but only because he only let me finish the carrot cake.
Santa Claus: Bear, you have problems.
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Jeremy Clyde: I hate to intrude, but Chad here and I are responsible for that bear. Mind if we wait for him inside?
Santa Claus: Fine. But he'd better not touch my decorative soaps!
Jeremy Clyde: It's Brer Bear. Your soap is safe.
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Patty Duke: I should have gone with that picture frame I was making you.
Brer Fox: Lame!
Burt Ward: I would have loved that. I was making a perfume for you.
Brer Fox: Lamer!
Burt Ward: But Brer Fox said that you liked interpretive dance because you went to all of his shows.
Patty Duke: I only went because Jeremy always bought me a hot dog afterwards.
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Chad Stuart: Smashing! Tell us on the way back to the mountain. To guide us, we'll just follow the North Star.
Jeremy Clyde: That's an airplane, you ignoramus!
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Brer Bear: Santy thinks he just brings presents. But he brings more than that. More than any delivery man can.
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Brer Bear: Guys, I has to go to the bathroom.
Brer Rabbit: Pick a tree. Any tree.
Brer Bear: No way! I need privacy! I can't go unless I'm alone. In a locked room. With the lights off!
Chad Stuart: Ugh! Thank you for that mental picture.
Brer Bear: I can't hold it. I have to ask that old man if I can use his potty.
Jeremy Clyde: Brer Bear...
Santa Claus: *answers Brer Bear's knock* What now?!
Brer Bear: I hope the light's off in your bathroom. Cause I'm going in!
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Patty Duke: I'm waxing myself. I don't want Jeremy to see me with a hairy neck.
Burt Ward: Holy peach fuzz!
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Santa Claus: I just have one favor to ask you guys.
Brer Bear: Okay, okay! I'll stop farting on Brer Chad's pillow.
Chad Stuart: Please do. I can't stand waking up with pink eye.
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Burt Ward: Holy infinite void of emptiness! You got me a cage.
Patty Duke: No! There was a robin in there making it less empty! That was your present!
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Brer Bear: You have to believe me. That guy is Santy Claus.
Brer Rabbit: If that miserable kid hater is Santy Claus, I'm one of his reindeer.
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Brer Bear: How'd you know I'm from New York?
Santa Claus: You must have mentioned it in all of your yakking!
Brer Rabbit: No he didn't.
Chad Stuart: I didn't even know he was from New York.
Jeremy Clyde: Me either.
Santa Claus: Any chance you believe it was a lucky guess?
Brer Bear: You knew because you are Santy Claus!
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Iced Gingerbread
ФанфикThe third installment of "Jelly Side Up!" With more IMDB stuff.