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Sadly, after Christmas, Frosty suffers from a bit of post-holiday depression...
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| MELT ME, YOU BIG YELLOW BASTARD! END MY SUFFERING! | |
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| You know, this is a lot quicker... | |
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Rudloph returns to his true calling, that of a homicide detective...
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| This looks like a crime of passion. Let's get the husband in The Box. Bayliss, I want you in there with me. | |
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| You got it, 'Dolph. Let's take this scumbag down! | |
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While Santa relaxes with a few drinks, some movies and enough adrenachrome to kill a mule.
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| Let's do the village! LET'S DO THE WHOLE VILLAGE, MAN! | |
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