Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Season 3

[Mac's apartment; Mac is in his room, desperately lying in bed]

Mac:
Santa, I've really wanna believe you're out there. It's just that none of the evidence adds up. But I know that doesn't have to mean you're not there. I just need a sign. I need something that I know only you can do. I don't know what. It's just something... I know! If you are real, you'll bring me a present. Something really specific. That could be a sign, right? I don't even care what it is. It could even be something lame. Like underwear. I would be totally cool with underwear. Seriously, I would love underwear. That would be a perfect sign, Santa. Just so long I know it's from you. [his phone rings and answers] Santa? Bloo, what are you doing calling so late? You could've woke up my mom! What? What do you mean Herriman's canceled Christmas? He threw out all the decorations and gifts?! Bloo, that's awful! Why did he do that? What? Ghosts told him to? That's ridiculous, Bloo. Presence and robots can't even become ghosts. Because you have to be alive in order to die and you bec… [realizes] Wait a second. You did it, didn't you? Yes, you did! Do you even realize what a bad liar you are?! Ugh! Fine! [now becomes sad] Okay. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay, bye. [hangs up] This is the worst Christmas ever. Just a sign, Santa, please. Just a sign.