"And so, Mr EasterBunny, I'm writing to you today about ponies..." said the letter, rather menacingly.
Santa had already fallen to the indomitable will of this dangerous child. Now The Easter Bunny's life was on the line, should be be unable to provide what was asked, and he dared not think of how he would meet his end.
He had never been to the land of ponies and rainbows before, but how hard could it to be to simply snag one?
Sounds like something out of Sluggy Freelance: When Holidays Attack.
4109322 I have no idea what that is.
Is that a good comparison?