"Hmmm!" said Lois. "Well, I guess I'm going to miss him. Because I do love him, you know. But I won't be married to him just because he said he'd take Mayson over me if I didn't. Oh, well! No sense moping around! We have Chrsitmas to take care of. Mrs Claus! What are you doing to make Christmas come here?"
"Well, dear," said Mrs Claus. "I'm trying to make the Krystmas Kryptonite. Let's see now... bubble, bubble, toil and trouble...."
