OOOOOOOOOO!

Carmen: Teeny!

What are you doing to Ingrid Svenson-Benson's leg?

Ingrid: Oooooo!!

AH!!

It's fine!

Teeny found me furiously folded and fixed my form.

Andy: But Ingrid, you're the best contortionist Circo Fabuloso has ever had!

Leo: Yeah, how did you get stuck?

You're usually so flexible!

Ingrid: It must be this weather.

Luckily, your little friend Teeny here, ran to my rescue!

Teeny: Quack.

Ingrid: That's right, you're my little Christmas miracle!

Leo: I wish Christmas miracles really did happen... Ingrid: Oh, but they do, tee hee.

Right, Luna?

Luna: (Laughs) They sure do.

Maybe Andy, Carmen, and Leo would like to hear the story of that Christmas Eve when you were a kid in Sweden?

Honey: What's a Sweden?

Ingrid: Sweden is a country located in Northern Europe with thousands of islands and lakes.

It's home to my dearest Tomte.

Carmen: Wait, time out.

Tomte?

What is a Tomte?

Ingrid: Of course, you did not grow up in Sweden so you don't know that Tomte is a gnome who brings Christmas gifts to Swedish children.

Ingrid: On Christmas Eve, we prepare a pot of porridge for our precious Tomte to snack on.

He eats the treat, then gives great gifts to all the children!

Andy: Wow!

Tomte sounds adorable!

Ingrid: Many years ago, when I was an itty- bitty centipede, we had a nasty storm on Christmas Eve.

Anchorman Owl: It's a nasty storm on Christmas Eve!

Ingrid: Whipping winds blew wintry sleet into the local meatball factory, freezing the factory controls, making massive mounds of meatballs!

Ingrid: The factory front door flew open...

Flooding the streets with swirling slurries of sleet and meat!

The town became a stormy sea of Swedish meatballs, I was sure Tomte could never get through!

Andy: So could Tomte even make it to your house in that terrible meatball storm?

Ingrid: The answer to that question is the Christmas Miracle I mentioned before!

Ingrid: As I watched, my tiny Tomte whirling around in the whipping wind and waves of rolling meatballs, I worried Christmas would never come.

Ingrid: Just as Tomte seemed too tired to go on, the majestic Yule goat appeared!

Leo: Wait...Yule goat?

Huh?

Ingrid: The Christmas Goat, he is very famous.

Ingrid: The Yule goat gave every bit of his goaty grit!

And Tomte, our gutsy gift-giver, expertly galloped onward, leaping from meatball to meatball through the storm!

Ingrid: I watched, wide- eyed as Tomte and goat, weaved wondrously through the weather!

Andy: Even though he's not my Santa, I wish Tomte would come here tonight.

Carmen: Yeah, maybe he will?

Right, Ingrid?

Ingrid: Not a chance.

Sweden is near the North Pole, not South!

No way Tomte can find us here in Antarctica!

Teeny: Quack quack quack quack, quack... Ingrid: Sounds to me like Little Teeny might be a lil' Swedish boy.

He has that special Swedish something when he speaks.

Carmen: Oh really?

Could you be a Little Swedish guy, Teeny?

Is that what you are?

Teeny: Quack.

Andy: Is that a yes?

I think it's a yes.

Leo: Oh great, don't tell me this means mission "Pere Noel" is a bust and we're moving on to "Operation Tomte Time"?

Andy: I've got a good feeling about this one!

Let's make magic happen!