I'll stop giving you these classic 3 by 3 grid pages one of these days, but today is not that day.
Ms. Lion and Hairball are together on Christmas Eve. Ms. Lion has asked Hairball what he hopes to get from Santa, to which Hairball has responded that Santa doesn't exist, much to Ms. Lion's dismay.
1 – Hairball casually licks a paw as he just as casually dismisses Ms. Lion's innocent beliefs.
HAIRBALL: Think about it. How could one fat man possibly give presents to every single person in the world in one night? Not even Lockjaw could do that – and he can teleport!
2 – Ms. Lion is totally crushed. Hairball continues to lick his paw, not looking at his companion.
MS. LION (quietly) (1): I hadn't thought about it that way.
MS. LION (quieter still) (2): I-I guess you're probably right.
3 – Ms. Lion flops onto the ground, despondent. Imagine the saddest dog you've ever seen, and you're getting close to what Ms. Lion should look like right about here. Hairball starts licking his other paw.
MS. LION: *sniff*
4 – Ms. Lion starts wailing. Exaggerated tears stream from his doggy eyes. Hairball continues licking his other paw, but his eye are now open wide is surprise.
MS. LION: AUGH-HUNH-HUNH-HUNH!
5 – Hairball is taken aback and visibly feels bad about this turn of events. He frantically tires to think of something to assuage Ms. Lion's incredibly grief.
6 – Hairball, still concerned, has an idea.
HAIRBALL: I, uh, I hope that Santa brings me some tuna?
7 – Hairball is in the same position, waiting to see what comes of his gambit. Ms. Lion is still lying on the ground, but his entire demeanour has changed completely. He perks up his head and ears, looks at Hairball, and wears a huge doggy grin. Above his head are some Christmas-themed sound effects.
8 - Ms. Lion happily skips around a surprised and sheepish Hairball.
MS. LION: Oh, I'm sure he will, Hairball! How could he not when you're such a good friend! The best friend a dog could ever hope to have! The bestest of best friends!
9 – Ms. Lion continues to skip around, nattering on about how great Hairball is. Hairball looks thoughtfully at his doggy partner.
HAIRBALL (quietly): Merry Christmas, Ms. Lion.
I know, I know, it's a little early for Christmas, but this is the idea that came to my mind, and I couldn't shake it. I hope you can forgive my premature holiday script.