01x12 - Yes, Punky, There Is a Santa Claus: Part 1

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You maybe lonely and then

♪ One day you're smilin' again

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ I see the girl
that turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's liftin' me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be?

♪ Guess we'll just wait
and see ♪♪

Woof!

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

Uh, are your ready, Punky?

- I'm ready, Mrs. Morton.
- Oh.

Boys and girls,
we have now reached

the high point of our day.

The Punky Players will present

an original holiday production.

So let's go on with the show.

Ooh!
[chuckles]

Ooh, uh-- uh, Punky...

Ladies and gentlemen,
"The Saddest Raindrop"

by Punky Brewster.

- Yay!
- Yay, Punky!

Starring America's Sweetheart,
Margaux Kramer.

[booing]

Peasants!

Once upon a time,
high up in the sky,

there was cloud
full of raindrops.

Mrs. Morton: Uh, oh! Oh.

Oh, boy. Feels like rain.

That's us. I can't wait.

I can. It's no fun
being a raindrop.

Yes, it is.

We get to spoil picnics
and ruin parades

and wreck expensive hairdos.

Hey, look,
there's a guy down there

who just finished
washing his car.

That's where I'm going to land.

I wish I could be different,

special, one of a kind.

Hey, look,
here comes the North Wind.

Punky: Yeah.

- What do I say?
- Nothing.

You just blow.

Oh, okay.
[blowing]

Boy, feel that wind blow.

It's really strong.

Yeah, somebody oughta give
the North Wind a breath mint.

Boy, it's cold.

I'm freezing. Ooh!

Something's happening to us.
We're all turning into...

All: Snowflakes!

Look, we're beautiful!

Each one of us is different.

We're gonna be snow
for Christmas.

Isn't it wonderful?

I used to be
the saddest raindrop,

but now
I'm the happiest snowflake.

The end.

[all cheering]

Oh, bravo!

[chuckling]

I haven't been so moved

by a theatrical production

since I saw "Oklahoma."

As you boys and girls know,

I have been trying to get
Santa Claus to pay us a visit,

but he's been very busy

and hasn't answered
my telegram yet.

- Oh...
Mrs. Morton: Oh.

But I'll keep trying.
And one more thing.

Christmas is a time for sharing.

So why don't you each try
to think of something special

to share with your parents
at this holiday season?

[snaps fingers]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Henry,
these cards came out great!

Let's hurry up and mail them.

I've already addressed
the envelopes

to people who sent me
Christmas cards last year.

That's all? You only got
two Christmas cards last year?

Yeah, and what's really annoying
is I've sent out three.

Henry, you've got to send out

lots and lots
of Christmas cards

if you wanna get lots back.

It's called the lots theory.

I know, let's send one
to everybody in this building.

[Brandon barks]

Here, put this in
with the Whopperman's card.

What is it?

It's a reminder
that their rent is overdue.

Henry, you can't do that.
It's Christmas.

Oh, alright,
but if they don't pay up,

I'm sending them
a Valentine's Day card

with an eviction notice.

Boy, Brandon, it looks like
somebody around here

is pretty grumpy.

I'm sorry, Punky.

I guess I'm not used
to having the Christmas spirit.

Before you came along,

I was always alone
at this time of year.

And, believe me...

you can't be more alone than
when you're alone at Christmas.

- Then I'm glad I'm here.
- Me, too.

We're gonna have
the best Christmas ever.

Yippee!

We're gonna do
all the wonderful things I did

when I was your age.

Wow! They had Christmas
way back then?

Yeah, I was lucky.

The three wise men
lived on my block.

Christmas always brings back
wonderful memories

of my childhood.

[kettle whistling]

I'd fly up to my grandparents'
house in Massachusetts

and grandpa and I
would go out in the woods

and we'd cut down
our very own Christmas tree.

- Wow!
- Heh!

Until I was .

That's the year
grandpa got att*cked by a moose.

We bought our Christmas tree
after that,

but we still had fun
decorating it.

You got your chocolate chippies?

Yeah. You got your macaroonies?

Yup.

Ah...

Christmas Eve was my favorite.

We sang carols and drank eggnog

and hung up our stockings.

And, of course,
we all had to get to bed early.

You know why?

Because
the earlier you go to bed,

the earlier
Santa Claus will come.

Right.

Oh, I can't wait till Christmas.

I wish it was today!

Hey, hey, hey.
Slow down your mojo.

[laughs]

We got lots to do
before Christmas.

We haven't even decided
what we're gonna have

for Christmas dinner.

Oh, right.
Can we have cranberry pudding?

Cranberry pudding?

Yeah, my mom used to make it
for us at Christmas.

It's yumme-roo!

If we can find the recipe,
you can have it.

Thanks.

[instrumental music]

Punky, is something wrong?

I was just, uh, missing my mom.
That's all.

Oh.

I hope that wherever she is,
that she's okay.

I'm sure she is.

- And I bet she misses you, too.
- Yeah.

Hm. I tell you what?

Let's think of the wonderful
time we're gonna have

when we sit down
for our big Christmas dinner.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- Okay?
- Okay!

[chuckling]

Thanks, Henry.
You really made me feel better.

Good. Now you can help me
to feel better.

- How?
- Help me up.

My knees have locked.

[instrumental music]

I sure do hope
Santa Claus comes tomorrow.

I already wrote down
a few things

I'm gonna ask him for.

[giggling]

Babies. There's no such thing
as Santa Claus.

What?
There is too Santa Claus.

There is not.

How could somebody that fat
fit down a chimney?

And I bet, none of you
even has a chimney.

No, but my mom says
he goes through the little hole

in the front of our dryer.

That tub of lard
couldn't fit in a dryer.

And another thing.

Where does he get the money
to pay for all those toys?

He doesn't have to pay for them.

He and the elves make them.

Well, then who pays the elves?

Maybe elves work for nothing.

They're probably just happy
to have a roof over their heads.

Nobody works for free.

Even an elf has to get paid
minimum wage.

He's right, Punky.
That's the law.

Well, then,
I guess Santa just uses

his American Express card.

Yeah, he never leaves
the North Pole without it.

Do you actually believe
he could fly through the air

in a sleigh pulled by reindeer?

Well, what's so weird
about that?

When was the last time
you were at the airport

and saw a reindeer taking off?

I don't care what you say.

Our parents told us
that Santa Claus was real.

Face it, kid. Your moms and dads
have been lying to you.

There is no Santa Claus.

And there's no Easter Bunny,
either.

[laughing]

Cheer up. At least we saw
the tooth fairy.

[keys jingling]

[whistling]

Sorry, Frosty...

but this is mine.
[blows]

[whistling]

Whoo!

Eddie, what happened to you
this time?

I was down in the basement
checking the furnace.

Boy, it's really hot
inside that thing.

Mm-hmm.

Eddie, it's customary
when cleaning a furnace

to turn it off first.

- Ah.
- Hm.

You know, Mr. Warnimont,
it's also customary,

when Christmas rolls around,
for the apartment manager

to give the superintendent
a gift.

Hm.

Actually, Eddie,
I do have a gift for you.

- Oh, you do?
- Yes.

I'm gonna let you live
till Easter.

[laughing]

Merry Christmas!

[instrumental music]

Hello, Punky. How was school?

Lousy.

I found out
there's no Santa Claus.

[instrumental music]

Punky.

What are you talking about?

What makes you think
there isn't a Santa Claus?

Billy Bahootsas.

Billy Bawhatsas?

Billy Bahootsas.

He's an old kid,
in the fifth grade.

Oh.

Exactly what did this Billy
tell you?

He said reindeer can't fly,

fat people can't go down
chimneys

and elves have to get
minimum, minimum wage.

- Minimum wage?
- Yeah. That's the law.

I see.

He said
parents made up Santa Claus.

Is that right, Henry?
Tell me the truth.

Is there a Santa Claus?

[clears throat]
Let's sit down, Punky.

Listen to me.

There is a Santa Claus

and he's very real,

but he's only real

to the people
who believe in him.

If you believe in Santa Claus,

he can do anything.

He can get the reindeer to fly

and go down chimneys

and he can make enough toys
for every single boy and girl

in the whole world.

I don't know, Henry,
I'll have to think about it.

But right now I'm having
a hard time believing.

[knocking on door]

- Hello, Mrs. Johnson.
- Hi, Henry.

I got your Christmas card.
Here's the rent.

Thanks. Come in.

I'm glad you dropped by.

I have a little girl here
with a very long face.

There's a lot of that
going around.

I have a great idea.

Let's go out and find us

two beautiful,
big Christmas trees.

Yeah. Won't that be fun?

I don't feel like it right now,
Henry.

Me neither, grandma.

Come on, Cherie, let's go up
to my room and not play.

Imagine tellin' a small child

that there's no Santa Claus.

I'm not gonna let
that little Scrooge

ruin our Christmas.
It's too important.

It's Punky's first Christmas
without her mother

and our first Christmas
together.

There must be a way
to prove to Punky

that there is a Santa Claus.

Well, I heard that their teacher
is havin' a hard time

findin' someone to play Santa
at school tomorrow.

Hold it. I hope
you're not thinking about me.

Why not?
You'd make a perfect Santa.

- Hm.
- You're as old as he is.

[laughing]

Yeah. And you can be the bag
I carry the presents in.

Look, Henry,
the only way Cherie and Punky

is gonna believe in Santa
is if they see him.

Well, why don't we get
Mr. Whopperman to play Santa?

He's always jolly.

But by the time we sober him up,
it'd be New Year's.

Come on.

Let's practice your ho-ho-hos.

Oh, please.

Henry,
let me hear a ho-ho-ho.

- Ho-ho-ho.
- Come on.

You can do better than that.
Try again.

Ho-ho-ho.

That's only half a ho-ho-ho.

I want to hear
a whole ho-ho-ho.

Maybe it would help
if I sat on your lap.

Ho-ho-ho!

That's more like it.

[sighs]
Who are we kidding?

- I'll never get away with it.
- Sure, you will.

I got some red velveteen
up in my apartment.

I'm gonna make you the best
Santa Claus suit you ever saw.

Alright, but I want your word

that you'll never tell anyone
about this.

It'll be our little secret.

Hey, Eddie! Guess what?

[instrumental music]

[gasps]
Oh!

A box of chocolates.

Whoo!
[chuckles]

Here, Margaux, here's yours.

Is anything
gonna crawl out of this?

You're just gonna
have to open it and see.

[gasping]
A mirror!

Yeah, I knew you'd never get
tired of looking at yourself.

You're right, Punky. I love it.
It's me.

Here, this is for you.

Thanks, Margaux. I always
wanted a poster of Miss Piggy.

I don't look like Miss Piggy.

Oh, I can't wait. I know
you're gonna love it, Cherie.

[chuckling]

Teeth?

Yeah. They're my grandma's.

She bought new ones.

Thanks. Open your present.

Oh, boy, a rubber spider.
Just what I wanted.

Thanks, Cherie!

Henry: Ho-ho-ho!

[bells jingling]

It's Santa!

Ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Oh, Mr. Santa Claus,
we're so glad you came.

[chuckles]
I love your outfit.

[chuckles]

You should wear red more often.
[chuckles]

I'll try.

Well, boys and girls,
are you happy to see me?

All: Yes!

Hm, I see certain boys
and girls

are not as happy as others.

What's the matter, little girl?

Excuse me, but how do we know
that you're the real Santa?

Because only the real Santa
would know

that your name
is Punky Brewster

and you're Sally Foreman
and you're Margaux Kramer.

That doesn't prove anything.

You could have looked up our
names on the attendance sheet.

Margaux, I also know
that you have a little brother

named Bradford,

that you live on Oak Lane

and you have a pink bicycle.

Wow! That's absolutely correct.

And only the real Santa would
know that you're Allen Anderson

and that you live
in a little white house

with a green picket fence.

- Wow! That's probably right.
Henry: Ah.

And you, Cherie,
are best friends with Punky.

- Wow!
- Wow!

If you need anymore proof...

Nope! You're the real Santa!

And I'll never listen
to Billy Bahootsas again!

- Yeah.
- Billy Bahootsas.

Oh, you mean, the little boy

who's getting nothing
for Christmas.

[cheering]

Oh, yeah!

You see, when people
don't believe in Santa,

then he has to get
a little rough.

Uh, excuse me.

Santa, maybe the boys and girls
would like to tell you

what they want for Christmas.

- Yeah.
- Yes!

- Please.
- Yes. Yes. Yes.

- Yes, please. Yeah.
- Please.

- Allen, we'll start with you.
- Thanks, Santa.

Well, Allen, have you been
a good boy this year?

Well,
I had a pretty good August.

[laughs]

That's good enough.

Well, Allen,
what do you want for Christmas?

I want a toy truck
and a train set

and a softball
and a video recorder

and a speedboat
and a motor home

and a Rolls-Royce and a Learjet

and a three-wheeler...

...and a food processor
for my mom,

a million dollars

and a house in Disneyland

and an ant farm and--

Allen.

Don't you think you should give
someone else a chance?

- But I'm not finished yet.
- No?

Yes, you are.
[chuckles]

Punky, you can be next.

Ah, thanks, Santa.

And what can Santa bring you
for Christmas?

- A doll house, a bicycle?
- Tsk. No.

There's only one thing
I really want for Christmas.

Only one thing?

Then I'll make sure you get it.

- Really?
- Absolutely.

I want you to bring back my mom.

Aah!
[groans]

Aah! Hm.

Ouch!

Henry, will you stand still?

You're jumpier
than a sack of cats.

I can't help it.

I've become very attached
to the lower half of my face.

Hold still.

No!

Oh!
[groaning]

[grunting]

You're welcome.

I guess I should be grateful

you didn't pull my face
completely off.

Well, Henry, with that face,
I'm not so sure.

I never should've listened
to you in the first place.

I told you I'd never be able
to pull off playing Santa Claus.

- But it worked.
- Yes.

And now she believes Santa's
gonna produce her mother.

Well, that's your fault.

You should've just told Punky

that Santa can't do everything.

I told her there wasn't anything
Santa couldn't do

if you believed in him.

You could've made up an excuse.

Like what?

Like, she put her order in
too late.

For mom, you have to allow
six to eight weeks for delivery.

I didn't say that.

Now I've got to find
Punky's mother.

But how are you gonna do it?

You need a bloodhound
just to find your socks.

I have to try.

Punky wants her mother
for Christmas

and I'll not stop
until she gets her wish!

[instrumental music]

However, I will stop just
long enough to change my pants.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

- Oh, oh, oh, oh...
- Oh, oh...

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

I wonder,
could a elf give me a hand.

Okay, grandma.

- Ah.
Punky: Hi, Henry.

Hello, Punky.

Ho do you like our tree?

Oh, it's wonderful.

Sorry we started without you,

but we waited
as fast as we could.

I got some good news.

Oh, I could use some good news.

I saw Santa Claus today.

Oh, him.

He came to our school.
It was great!

I sure wish
you could've been there.

Well, I was there in spirit.

I mean, this was a real Santa!

I mean, he was really, really,
really real!

- Really?
- Really.

And you know what?
Here comes a mindblower.

Santa said he was gonna bring me
my mom for Christmas.

Uh, Punky, are you sure?

I mean, finding your mom
is an awfully tall order

even for Santa.

I realize it's a toughie,
but he didn't say no.

If he couldn't have done it,
he would've said so.

Hold it!

You mean, if Santa had said no,
you wouldn't have minded?

Of course not.
Santa can't do everything.

Are you sure
Santa understood you?

I mean, he's getting awfully old

and his hearing, maybe,
is not what it used to be.

There are many words
that sound like mom.

- Like what?
- Oh, like...

Uh...

It's bum! That's it!

Maybe Santa thought that you
wanted him to bring you a bum.

Henry, nobody would want a bum
for Christmas.

[chuckles]

You know, well, huh.

Well, then, there's gum!

What's a gum?

I don't know, but we'll find out
when Santa brings it.

Are you teasing me?

I know
Santa heard me say, "Mom."

And I know he's gonna bring her
to me. You know why?

Because I really believe in
Santa, just like you told me.

[sighs]
Hm.

Hm!

Hey, Punky,
the cookies are ready.

Let's hang 'em on the tree.

Look, I made a moon.

[chuckles]

You know, I went
to all the proper authorities.

The police, the hospitals,
the FBI!

And they're no closer to finding
Punky's mother

than they were before.

Well, Henry,
you've done what you could.

Ah, what am I gonna do
on Christmas morning

when Punky's mother's not here?

[sighs]
Henry,

you've got to tell that child
the truth.

And what is the truth,
Mrs. Johnson?

I've told her
that one must have dreams

and that if one believes
strongly enough,

those dreams will come true.

I've spent my entire life

dreaming that some day
I would have a child.

And I believed in that dream
with all my heart.

Now I have that child.

And I'll do everything
in my power

to see
that her dreams come true.

Henry, come quick!
We're gonna light up the tree!

Oh.

Hit the lights, Cherie.

Roger!

One, two, three.

Ta-da!

[Henry chuckles]

[applauding]

Oh, Henry, isn't it beautiful?

It's the most beautiful tree
I've ever seen.

- Ah...
- What's the matter, Henry?

I just realized something.

If against all odds
I do find her mother,

I could lose Punky.

♪ Oh Christmas tree
oh Christmas tree ♪

♪ How beautiful and bright oh ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ Santa Claus
lives in Santa Cruz ♪

♪ He's got a weakness
for them island blues ♪

♪ On the beach
he can pick and choose ♪

♪ Such a tropic paradise

♪ He's getting over
that Christmas rush ♪

♪ That little condo
is so very plush ♪

♪ Hanging out
by his favorite bush ♪

♪ In the island sun

♪ Time and shade and

♪ Healthy humans
like a million bucks ♪

♪ So svelte so debonair

♪ Days will leap over.. ♪

[telephone ringing]

Turn down the music,
I'm on the phone.

Woman on phone: Hello. Thank you
for calling the Chicago Police

Missing Persons Department.
Please hold.

[instrumental music on phone]

Thank you for waiting.
May I help you?

Yes, I'd like to speak

to Detective Gene Doucette,
if you please.

Woman on phone: He's on a call
right now. May I take a message?

Please, ask him to call
Henry Warnimont--

Woman on phone: Please hold.

[sighs]

Woman on phone: Hello?
I said hello!

Yes, I'm here. Uh, listen.

Please ask Detective Dousset
to call Henry Warnimont.

He has the number.

Woman on phone: I'll do that,
sir. Merry Christmas.

Oh. Merry Christmas to you.
Uh, one more thing.

Would you mind, please tell...

[instrumental music on phone]

Cherie, what you got
your grandma for Christmas?

A Dustbuster, a Jell-O mold

and a square-dancing skirt.

Oops, she's gonna be
so surprised tomorrow.

[chuckles]

Uh, Punky,
that gold and silver package

sure is pretty.
Is that for me?

No. It's for my mom.

It's earrings.

She's gotta have a present
to open when she gets here.

[sighs]
Punky, about your mother--

I-- I know exactly what
will happen when she gets here

and she asks me if I've been
brushing my teeth

and I say, "Yeah."

She's gonna want us to sing
our favorite song.

Favorite song?

Yeah, me and my mommy
used to sing it every time

we were feeling really happy.

Well, why don't you sing it
for us?

You really wanna hear it?

- Yes.
- Yeah, sure!

♪ Got no diamonds
got no pearls ♪

♪ Still I think
I'm a lucky girl ♪

♪ I got the sun in the morning
and the moon at night ♪

♪ I got the sun in the morning
and the moon at night ♪

[applauding]

♪ Got no mansion got no yacht

♪ Still I'm happy
with what I got ♪

♪ I got the sun in the morning
and the moon at night ♪

♪ I got the sun in the morning
and the moon ♪

♪ At night ♪

[applauding]

[telephone ringing]

Well, I'll just add these
to my stuffin',

but I'll be right back
for the second show.

That's wonderful news, Gene.
I'll be there right away.

Henry: Ah!
- Oh, Henry, are you alright?

I've never felt better.
The police just called.

An hour ago,
a woman suffering from exposure

was admitted to county hospital.

She fits Punky's mother's
description to a T!

Oh, Henry,
do you think it's her?

I'm off to find out.

[dramatic music]

Henry, where are you going?

Last-minute shopping.

Don't forget to take
your other...

coat.

[instrumental music]

[wind howling]

[engine revving]

[wind howling]

[music on radio]

♪ You better watch out
you better not cry ♪

♪ You better not pout
I'm telling you why ♪

♪ Santa Claus
is coming to town ♪

♪ Gather around

♪ He's makin' a list
checking it twice ♪

♪ He's gonna find out
who's naughty and nice ♪

♪ Santa Claus
is coming to town ♪

[wind howling]

♪ He sees you
when you're sleepin' ♪

♪ He knows when you're awake

♪ He knows
if you've been bad or good ♪

♪ So be good for goodness sake

♪ You better watch out
you better not cry ♪

♪ You better not pout
I'm telling you why ♪

- Merry Christmas!
- Ah...

- Can I help you with something?
- Oh.

No, thank you.

I'd just like to warm myself
for a minute

before going back out
into the storm.

- If you don't mind.
- Not at all. Not at all.

♪ Santa Claus
is coming to town ♪♪

I bet you'd like
a nice, hot cup of tea.

- Oh.
- Well, I just made a fresh pot.

Oh. That would be wonderful.
Thank you.

[sighs]

I'm surprised to see
you're still open at this hour

on a Christmas Eve.

Oh, Christmas Eve

is my biggest night of all.

Doing a little
last-minute shopping, eh? Heh.

I've got
a lot of nice things here.

- Make memorable gifts.
- Hm.

No, the only gift
I'm looking for,

I don't think I'll find here.

- Ah.
- Ah. Macaroons.

- These are my favorite.
- Really?

I'd never know it
by looking at you.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...
I just have a lot on my mind.

[chuckles]
Would it help to talk about it?

No, not really.

You see, it started

when this little hooligan
at school told my daughter

that there is no Santa Claus.

Oh...

- That really hurts.
- Indeed, it does.

You see,
she's my foster daughter

and it's
our first Christmas together.

Oh, that's really
something special.

It might have been if I hadn't
fouled everything up.

I was so desperate to convince
her that there is a Santa Claus

that I went to her school
dressed up as Santa.

You? Dressed up as Santa?
[laughs]

Hey! Don't look so surprised.

It was my finest hour.

You've no idea what it was like

to see all those
happy, little faces.

I can imagine.

Anyway,
it went off beautifully

until my daughter told Santa

that all she wanted
for Christmas

was for him
to bring her mother.

And you told her you would?

What else could I say?

Well, you could've said
Santa can't do everything!

- I couldn't tell her that.
- Why not? It's the truth!

[inhales sharply]

It's hard enough just
taking toys to all the children

without having to find
missing moms.

You don't need Santa.

You need the FBI.

- I tried them and the police.
- Hm?

In fact, I've just come
from the hospital

where I was checking out
another lead.

They said they'd found a woman
named Susan

that fit her description.

And it wasn't her mother?

[scoffs]
Hardly.

When I asked her
if she was Susan Brewster,

she replied, "For $ , I'll be
anyone you want me to be."

Oh. Tough break.

So you see,
if I don't produce her mother

by tomorrow morning...
[sighs]

she'll never believe
in Santa again.

- Oh.
- It's hopeless.

Oh, no, no.
There's always hope.

You did a noble thing

restoring those children's
faith in Santa.

A lot of good it did.

More good than you'll ever know.

Christmas is a time of miracles.

Maybe Santa will bring
her mother, after all.

Huh. Beg your pardon?

I said, maybe Santa
will bring her mother.

Sure, yeah.

Of course,
you maybe right. Yeah.

Well, thank you very much
for the tea.

- I best be going along.
- Yeah.

You know
what your problem is?

Oh, yes, I think I do.

You convinced your little girl

that Santa
would bring her mother.

The problem is
you haven't convinced yourself.

I'll believe it when I see
Susan Brewster in my apartment

sitting at a Christmas dinner.

After all, seeing is believing.

Heh. You've got that
a little mixed up.

Where I come from,
believing is seeing.

Oh.

Yes.

Uh, before you go,

I'd like to send something
to your little girl.

It's a jewelry box.

All little girls love jewelry.

Henry: Oh...

I appreciate the thought,

but I hardly think
a jewelry box replaces a mother.

Certainly not, but I'd really
like her to have it.

On the house.

I assure you,
it's one of a kind.

Well, sure it is,
as you are yourself.

Thanks, anyway.
And, uh, I really must go now.

Have a Merry Christmas, Henry.

Merry Christmas to you.

You know, it's funny.

I've lived in this neighborhood
all my life

and I've never noticed

that there was an antique shop
here before.

I guess
you've never needed one before.

[instrumental music]

[wind howling]

[wind chimes chiming]

[sighs]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

Henry.

[horn blowing]

[bicycle bell ringing]

Henry!

Henry!

Hurry! Hurry!

Punky, this is as hurry
as I get.

Look, Santa was here.

He brought me a bike
and a doll house.

And, look,
he filled our stockings!

He sure did.

And I wonder where...

The kitchen!

My mom's not here.

I guess Santa just wasn't able
to find her.

I'm sure he tried
as hard as he could.

But I don't understand.

You said all I had to do
was believe.

And I did,
I believed with all my heart.

I know you did.

So why didn't Santa do
what he promised?

I don't know.

Uh, why don't we open
our presents?

Okay. Henry, this present's
for you. I made it myself.

Oh, I've been wondering
what's in here. Hm.

[chuckles]

Oh.

Oh, my! Look at this!

Look, this wonderful,

lovely, gorgeous...

- Pipe!
- Pipe!

[chuckles]
Oh, I love it!

I'll treasure it forever.

That present's for you.

Ooh, it's heavy.
I love heavy presents.

Ooh! Sneaker skates!

These are smash-a-roo!

Well, you be careful with them,
Punky.

I don't want you
to go smash-a-roo.

Hey, what's this present?

I don't know.
I've never seen it before.

"To Punky, from Santa."

What?

[instrumental music]

What is it?

It's a jewelry box.

Let me see that.

It's my mom's jewelry box!

What are you talking about?

Look, there's her initials.

Henry: "SB."

Susan Brewster.

There are lots of people

whose initials are SB.

Well, there's only one way
to prove this.

Listen to this.

[music on jewelry box]

Wait a minute.

The earrings I got for my mom
are gone.

What? It can't be.

I think I know what happened.

For some reason,
my mom wasn't able to come,

so she gave Santa
the jewelry box to give to me

and he gave her the earrings
I got for her!

[sighs]

How did he know
my name was Henry?

You were right all along, Henry.

All you have to do is believe.

Thanks, Santa.

[knocking on door]

Cherie and Mrs. Johnson:
Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

Give me a number for Nick Snook
on Michigan Avenue.

No listing?

But I was there just last night.
It's an antique shop.

Please check again.

I see.

[sighs]

Merry Christmas.

- Oh.
- And listen to this.

[music on jewelry box]

Thanks, Santa.

Well, Merry Christmas,
everybody.

- Merry Christmas, Henry.
- Merry Christmas, Henry.

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]