Jon Gets Help From Santa

As Jon was trying to figure out what to do, he heard a moaning sound coming from his floor. He looked down and saw that Santa was beginning to come out of his temporary slumber. "Are you okay?" Jon asked, helping him up to his feet. "Yeah," he replied, rubbing the back of his head. "That looked like it hurt," Jon said. "It did. But now since you know about the fate of your grandfather, I don't think April Fool will be paying us anymore visits." "Can you help me save him?" Jon asked. April Fool wasn't too much help. Neither was that cat. But he hoped that Santa Claus would be a little more generous. "Sure. I mean, what else am I going to do until December?"