Santa Jaws (2018)

[bunniefuu]

No, Santa, please, don't do this!

h*, h*, h*, Jenny,

you've been naughty...

...and the spirit

of Christmas demands a sacrifice.

Somebody!

Somebody, save me!

You better watch out,

you better not die!

-Stop right there, Santa.

-Casey!

Casey, I knew you'd come.

Are you going to sh**t me like

a naughty little boy...

..or fight me like a man?

No sugar cookies for you.

You're going to eat your words.

And a very good night to you.

See you in jingle hell!

You saved me!

My hero.

You know you're the only

one I have in the world.

Casey...

Casey, Casey...

Casey?

Casey...

Cody...

Cody.

Hey, Cody!

Cody!

-What?

Are you done yet?

I dont know. I just...

I don't think we should end up

like that.

Do I detect trouble in paradise?

What are you girls talking about?

Having a little love respect?

Cody's latest brain child.

He wants to end it with ruby

slippers, instead of going dark.

Look man, I just think we could use

a little more redemptionism.

Maybe you can check it out.

I'll see if I can squeeze it

into my schedule.

Now... Who here is good with knots?

I'm certainly knot.

Come on.

Are you excited?

Tomorrow is the first ever Big Easy

Comics Christmas Eve party.

Yeah. Of course I am.

It's just... You know.

My mom has me help with the

Christmas Eve community dinner...

...at her restaurant.

You'll still make it to the party

though, right?

Yeah. If I can escape my parents,

sure.

You have to escape your parents?

Houdini that.

That's gonna be the biggest

party of the century.

Right.

This is funny.

Yeah. That's because I wrote it.

-Next Frank Miller over here.

-Thanks, man.

This elf k*ll is savage.

Sometimes you are just

gotta jump the shark.

Right.

You know, your cartoon

about school uniforms...

...got more likes

than the Winter Dance.

Yeah. It's my magnum opus.

Alright, I'm out here, guys.

That...

-Later, man.

-Live long and prosper.

JFK to MSY is nothing.

Try flying to Hong Kong and

back and six times a quarter.

It's humid here.

This is going to be

terrible for my hair.

No, we're not giving them A Series.

Have you seen their

projected earnings?

That is a terrible idea. You've got

to be kidding me with that.

No, no. I'm not listening.

Somebody is at the door.

Can you just do

what I tell you to do.

Put the phone dow, Mikey.

Come on.

-Look, I got to go.

-Mikey, Merry Christmas?

-Merry Christmas, Pop.

-Oh, man. How you doing?

-I'm good, good.

-Good, good, good.

And you must be Georgia.

Enchante.

Mademoiselle...

-Joshy.

-Uncle Mike, how are you?

I'm good.

You still pitching?

I'll be starting this season.

You know,

before I went to Cornell...

...I used to threw the ball

around a bit.

Had a mean slider.

-Cornell talk already.

-I heard that.

-So, Georgia, what do you do?

-I'm a model.

-Model. For whom?

-Snapstagram.

-Snapstaham.

I don't think I know them.

LOL.

Gesundheit.

-How was your flight?

-Not bad.

Try flying to Hong Kong

six times a quarter.

How you guys been?

Like chickens running around with

their heads cut off.

The Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow.

-Big brother.

-Who you calling big?

We were sorry you weren't

able to make the wedding.

Well it was in Monaco.

And you gave us a week's notice.

Cody, how are you, kiddo?

Good, uncle Mike.

Still drawing those

cartoons of yours?

Comics. Yeah.

Comic books. I stand corrected.

You follow each other

on Snapster.

Yeah. What's that?

Are you sure?

Yes, send it to me.

Thank you so much, John.

Have a Merry Christmas.

Cody!

I just got a call

from Principal Matuzzi.

He said you drew an

offensive cartoon...

...that's all over social media.

I have no idea

what he is talking about?

Really?

Looks like your artwork to me.

The institution of uniforms

at a public school is unjust!

Clothes are an expression

of our individuality.

And if we start to suppress

free speech now...

...we're headed towards

totalitarianism...

-Take it down. Now.

-Oh, great. Merry Christmas.

-What about the first amendment?

-How could you be so selfish?

Your father teaches at your school.

You're embarrassing this family.

Hey, Come on.

It's not that serious.

Yes, it is.

You're grounded.

For a week.

-What?

But tomorrow's the Christmas Eve

comic book party.

Well, you should have

thought of that before.

Go to your room.

-With pleasure.

We should get going. Have to close

up the restaurant for the night.

Will you guys be fine settling in?

-Sure, yeah.

-I'll get them set up.

-Thanks, son.

-We'll be back before you know it.

-It's really nice meeting you.

-Same to you.

-Don't be long.

-We won't.

Who wants eggnog?

Home made. Made it myself.

-Hey, Uncle Mike.

-Cody.

I didn't see you there.

-Don't worry, I won't narc.

-Thanks.

Papa still hates me smoking.

You know, I have a lot of frends

in the art world...

...if you ever wanted

to visit New York.

That'd be awesome.

But Mom would never let me go.

You should take it

easy on your Mom.

You know she was a bit

of a rebel in her day.

-Mom?

-Yeah.

Ask her about her punk

rock days sometime.

I gotta take this.

Yeah?

-Hey, you forgot...

Here you are at Christmas.

Live your dreams.

What?

Rad.

What?

Tony. You better be in bed.

I can't stand her.

They don't care about me.

No one has my back.

I'd be better off without them.

Isn't that right, Santa Jaws?

What?

What?

Rise and shine, little man.

What time is it?

It's time to go fishing.

Are you serious?

Did you forget about our annual

Christmas Eve fishing trip?

I'm really tired.

And grounded.

-I know.

And I know that it's your comic

book store Christmas party today.

Maybe we'll drop by on they

way back, what do you think?

Our little secret.

All right, all right.

I'll be in the truck.

-Okay.

-Come on.

-They're biting.

-Okay.

Oh, God.

Cody, are you all right?

I'm fine. Just trying to catch that

gopher mom was on about.

Totally done at.

Gopher...

Lemme help ya.

-Okay, thanks.

Just like your grandfather.

Not a creature was stirring, except

for me looking like an idiot.

Come on, let's ride.

Just you and me, out on the water,

Christmas tomorrow.

This is it.

This is the good stuff.

I guess.

I guess?

You usually love fishing.

Someting wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

Something's wrong.

Does it have to do with that girl?

What is there to say.

She just moved here. She's some

track and field star. I mean...

She sounds pretty cool.

I tried to talk to her

in the cafeteria once.

I ended up spilling

milk all over myself.

It was bad.

Cody...

Look,

I understand feeling embarrassed.

I've definitely had my moments.

But if you don't face your fears...

...now, you'll just get better

and better at avoiding them.

Maybe it's worth another try.

Thanks, papa.

Course.

All right.

Now pass me my thermos.

I got a little eggnog

I make every year.

Bragging about it myself.

There you go.

Oh, yeah.

You want some?

-Sure.

Sorry, grandpa.

-No worries, bud.

I got another one right over there.

-Okay.

I'll grab it.

Cody!

Grandpa!

Grandpa?

Santa Jaws.

-Uncle Mike, you coming with me?

-Ready when you are.

Dad, Mom,

something terrible happened!

Cody, what are you doing?

You're supposed to be in your room!

I was fishing with Papa.

And something got him!

-What are you talking about?

-A shark. A shark got Papa!

-Cody, don't make things up.

-I'm serious!

Do I need to go inside

and wake him up?

-Yes! Go look in his room!

-Don't be ridiculous.

We will not engage in this fantasy.

I'm telling the truth.

You're grounded for another week.

Now go to your room now!

You know how important

honest is in this family.

And dragging your grandfather

into this who loves you so much.

-Are there really sharks here?

-Now give me your phone.

-We have to do something!

-Hand it over, now.

I can't believe you would

do this on Christmas Eve.

If you even think about

going out again...

...I'll take away

all your art supplies.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'm really disappointed in you,

son.

Weak, bro.

I can't just stay here with

that thing out there. It got Papa.

I can't sit here and do nothing.

But what can I do?

No one's gunna believe that there's

a great white attacking Port City.

There hasn't been a shark in

these parts in a thousand years.

Yeah, it got Papa. But if it got

Papa, there could be others.

There will be others!

I have to do something.

Mom was furious, beyond furious.

I've never seen her that angry.

And if I go? Oh, God.

No.

Nowhere to go.

I've got to do something.

Real lives are at stake.

My phone.

Mom, Dad, I know that

you don't believe me.

But you're in danger.

I have to stop this thing.

Okay. I'm talking about

writing a comic...

...that is so original...

...that it defies all comic tropes.

Like a...

...genius scientist

who creates a super formula...

...but then when he tests it on

himself things go terribly wrong.

Seriously?

It's something that makes you

think about the structure...

...of a graphic novel

on every page.

You know, that, to me...

That sounds dumb.

Guys. Something happened!

What's up, dude?

Something attacked Papa

in the bay this morning.

A great white shark attacked papa.

We were at the fishing hall,

and something...

...grabbed him and pulled him

into the water.

Sure, Mr. Dryfuss,

how big was the beast?

It must have been twenty feet long.

Bigger maybe.

And lemme guess, it had glowing

red eyes like Rudolf's nose?

Exactly! It's savage.

And it almost got me.

I see... I see what he's doing.

Yeah.

Well, since it's your monster...

...you should probably

get the pronoun right.

Santa Jaws is a she.

Born a runt, she was attacked by

the other sharks in her frenzy.

She only survived by becoming the

quickest and smartest of them all.

After eating evil Santa, she gained

his powers and she doubled in size.

She grew so powerful that no other

sharks would even get near her.

Ever since,

she has roamed the oceans alone...

...cut off by her own

savage nature.

Can you stop?

I was making it better.

Yeah. I know.

I illustrated every panel.

But I just saw her for real.

And she's eaten your grandfather?

-I know it sounds crazy.

-It doesn't sound crazy.

It sounds absolutely insane.

Yeah. It kinda like that...

...demonic clown who live in that

abandoned building on Congo Street.

Or the time that you swore a corpse

dug out his own grave...

...and was hiding in your backyard?

Where's the comic, Clark?

Where is Santa Jaws?

Yea, buddy, I dug it.

It was awsome.

It's no Eviscerator, of course.

You've read my latest, right?

-Yeah, we all have.

-Of course you have.

It was so good I actually lent

it to one of the regulars.

What?

Okay, she's not a regular yet.

But she will be. Guaranteed.

She's just moved here.

She knows her comics, too.

She looked at your artwork

and she was drawn in.

Smart.

Are you kidding?

No, I'm not kidding.

You guys needed an ending,

right?

Isn't that what you were

bickering about the other day...

...like two little girls?

Ha? Couldn't decide on

how to end the thing?

I gave it to a regular, Cody.

You know why?

'Cause regulars are the people.

You gotta listen to the people.

Who did you give it to?

Bad touch.

I gave it to a girl named Jenna.

Dun, dun, dun.

The plot thickens.

You know her?

That's the girl from English class,

right?

-Shut up.

-Your neighbor, right?

Shut. Up.

Your dream girl.

Can you not be an a..e, one second?

Yeah, nah. He can't not be that.

Look, there is a shark

in Port City waters.

Whether you believe me or not,

it's out there.

Right.

You know what? Wanna come with me?

I'll show you.

This party's a bust anyway.

Let's go.

Clark, are you coming with us?

-Who's gonna watch the store?

-Okay.

Whatever.

Hey man, don't break a nail.

You know that's sexist, right?

That comment.

Almost done. And look!

Very nice.

This is gonna make

such a V-cute post.

Feeling flaky.

Yours looks weird.

-It's a Mobius-strip flake!

What's a Mobius-strip?

A one-sided nonorientable surface,

embedded in Euclidean space.

-What do you do again?

-I'm a high school physics teacher.

That makes sense.

You two look engrossed.

We are. How are things

coming in the kitchen?

We just put the turkeys.

Josh and Mike are peeling potatoes.

And I'm getting ready

to start on pie crust.

-Your famous apple?

-That's right.

Pecans, cheddar cheese

and my home-made whipped cream.

My not-so-secret recipe.

How long have you guys been

doing this Christmas Eve dinner?

For almost a decade.

It's our way of giving back

to the community.

It's like your own personnel

Ice Bucket Challenge.

It's starting to

smell good in there.

We should get going

before we can't leave.

Already?

Yeah. We rented a yacht for the

annual Christmas Day boat parade.

Couldn't be complete without

showing Georgia my sea-faring side.

My followers are

going to love this.

They haven't seen me in

a bikini for months.

Do you remember when we used

to watch the Parade as kids?

You couldn't get

enough of the lights.

Yeah. And you couldn't get

enough of the yachts.

What's the point of having

a boat if it's not the biggest.

We love watching the parade

from the restaurant deck.

We'll wave to you tomorrow.

Deal.

Hashtag Christmas spirit.

I don't see a thing.

She was out here.

Disappearing into the depths...

...stalking the ocean deep

until her next attack.

This is where she was.

This is where it happened.

Tricky fish.

Sharks are Chondrichthyes.

Papa's thermos.

Holy molar!

What has teeth that size?

Only a great white.

A big one.

-And you think it's Santa Jaws?

-I know it is.

We need to get that

comic book back.

Well, at leat you and Jenna has

something to talk about now.

Santa Jaws is coming to town.

How do I look?

Did you go shopping again?

What? Do you expect me

to come unprepared?

Here. Take a picture.

It's the only way to know for sure.

You look spectacular.

Anyway. It's only going to be

you and me out there, hon.

One, two, tree...

Beautiful.

You, me and 120 thousand followers.

They can only take so many

cardigans and pumpkin spice lattes.

Cute! You're getting good at this.

You have been listening.

Oh, yeah. After the dog-walking

leotard incident.

All right.

Let's get this baby cranked up.

What was that?

The motor.

Is this supposed to

sound like that?

I don't think so.

I'll take a look.

You stay here looking hot.

Oh, my God.

My pores look terrible!

Christmas lights in the propeller.

Weird.

Come on.

Sleigh bells!

Mike?

Mike?

Okay. Just hang here.

Let me handle this.

Don't say anything. I got this.

Hell no. I've got to see

your moves.

Hi, Merry. Happy Holidays.

This is Steve. I'm Cody.

We go to school together.

Yeah, I saw you eat it

this morning.

I like her already.

You were going for a run at

like five in the morning.

I need to get my 1500 and 2000 down

before the start of the season.

I keep a very strict schedule.

Yeah,

you're that track and field girl...

...my sister keeps talking about.

The whole varsity team

can't keep up with her.

I'm aiming for

a scholarship to USC.

Which means I should be getting

back my report.

Clark at Big Easy Comics

said that he gave you a comic.

Santa Jaws.

-He did.

That guy has a creepy vibe.

You still have it with you?

The comic?

-Yeah.

The illustrations are cool and

I liked the callbacks to Reptilian.

I wrote it actually.

-You want it back?

-Yes, please.

That would be great.

Thank you, thank you.

-Bro, nice moves.

-Please stop.

My parents have been asking

to me to do that for years.

Now they're off in

the Bahamas and I'm here.

Yeah, I'm considering it.

It's gone.

-What?

-The comics gone.

I must have left it on my dad's

boat...

...when we were

decorating this morning.

We kind of need it back ASAP.

-I can take you.

-Great!

It's only like a 12 minute jog.

If the restaurant is 70 by 50...

There's something in the water!

Are you okay?

Something pulled

Mike into the water. He's gone.

Mike is gone.

-What do you mean Mike is gone?

Josh, get her something

to cover up.

There was a fin.

Big, red fin.

I don't know.

It looke like Santa...

Santa's cap.

Wait. What did you see?

There was splash and

then Mike just disappeared.

There was like a ringing. Like...

Jingle Bells. Those eyes...

-Cody was telling the truth?

-She's in shock.

-We need to call the police.

-No, you take her home.

And then we'll meet you there.

Go with Josh.

-Where are you going?

-We're going to find Mike.

-I just need some time.

-Grab the keys.

Go home. Be safe. We'll be there.

I can't remember

I exercised this much.

I never worked out this much

before.

I shouldn't have skipped breakfast.

Guess it's a good thing

that we biked.

I have been thinking

about doing a triathlon.

She really does have

a one-track mind.

Funny.

Wait here. I got this.

Christmas Eve and

this is what we're doing.

Following your crush around,

searching for our comic.

Getting ready to fight

a giant shark?

This is not how I was hoping to

spend the holidays.

You've heard her.

She liked my illustrations.

Yeah, man. You're the next Pablo

Picasso of aquatic monster comics.

Just saying she has good eyes.

-Got it.

-Oh, hey. Thank you.

Were you doing sports in there?

It took you forever.

Thought I'd give you a minute

to catch your breath.

I know you have trouble with

pacing.

Wow.

Shots fired.

Do you hear that?

Reminds me of the line in comic.

"Bells on sharktails ring."

Come on. Let's go.

They said we'd only

last six months...

We need to make a detour.

What?

Where?

If I know anything about Cody...

...the comic book shop.

A comic book shop?

Can we not?

We got the comic. Let's go home

and forget this whole thing.

-Are you crazy?

-Am I crazy?

You're the one who thinks

Santa Jaws came to life...

...and k*lled your grandpa.

My leg!

What the hell!

That wasn't?

Santa Jaws.

You don't think there was

actually a shark in the bay?

Of course not.

But Cody, this morning...

Mike was always playing

pranks like this as a kid, right?

Remember when Mike convinced

everyone in high school there...

...was a serial k*ller

on the loose.

He's a prankster.

It's just a prank.

Even if you don't like comics...

...it's a must read.

It's about these two

extraterrestrials from...

...different worlds that are

at w*r, but they fall in love.

Hashtag soulmates.

Right.

So where is Cody?

Should be back any minute.

More eggnog?

Come on.

Josh!

-Cody!

-The shark.

It's real.

-I know.

We just saw an elf turned

into Christmas dinner.

Uncle Mike is missing.

-Santa Jaws.

-We need to call the police.

-Good luck with that.

-Where is it?

They must be getting things

ready for the Parade.

There it is.

Why do its eyes look like that?

They glow like Rudolf's nose.

So we just need to stay away from

the water and we'll be fine.

Yeah. You guys just stay here.

-No.

-What?

Santa Jaws is out there.

Which means other

people are in danger.

-The boat parade.

-Mom and Dad.

This thing is threatening our town.

It's time to step up

and defend what's ours.

Who would believe us?

Papa told me to stand up

to what frightens me.

And he's right.

If you start running from

your fears you'll never stop.

Uncle Mike was the same way.

He wasn't afraid of anything.

Except for clowns.

If we face what scares us,

nothing can stop us.

Just because we're young

doesn't mean we can't do this.

Are you guys with me?

We're going to need

a plan of attack.

-She's right.

-Are you serious?

That shark might be from a comic,

but we're not superheroes.

We don't even have

anything to fight it with.

I might have something.

Any more excuses?

Number 17. This is it.

-This isn't really a yacht.

-No, it's not a yacht.

Thanks.

Mike!

Mike!

Mike!

They didn't even finish decorating.

Either that or they're

really bad at decorating.

There's something right there.

Can you reach it?

Is that Mike's hat?

Oh, my God!

-A shark. A big one.

No, no.

Cody was telling the truth?

Papa!

Mike.

It isn't possible.

It can't be.

It's going to be all right.

We just gotta...

Need the boys.

The boys! Go!

Wait. You're not coming?

I gotta watch the store, man.

Party of people gonna roll in

any second.

This party's really gonna be

bumpin'

Yeah?

What's this?

Just this old pen my

grandpa gave me for Christmas.

"Wer diesen Stift hlt,

hat groe Macht."

-That's Elven.

-That's German.

"He who holds this pen

holds great power.

With generosity in heart,

it can do only good.

Beware, he who uses it

for selfish gains."

Let's roll.

Come on, let's go, Cody.

Hey guys, can we stop somewhere

for food?

No!

Now, how are we supposed to

get the shark over here?

Well, if you had read the comic,

you would know that Santa Jaws...

...is attracted to anything

Christmas.

So all we need is a little

something Christmas.

Josh, your phone.

Quick.

Time to turn out

the lights on this shark.

Look, over there.

Cody.

Come here.

That's right. Keep coming.

-Dang it!

-You missed.

Let me.

Set your dominant foot as lead.

Then line up the sight.

And squeeze as you breathe out.

Yes! You hit her!

It's not slowing her down.

I got this.

Dash 'er and lance 'er!

Dude...

I thought you were a pitcher.

Yeah, baseballs not harpoons.

-Hey!

-Guys, cool it.

-Where is it?

-She is gone.

-Georgia!

-Grab her! Grab her!

-Help me! Help!

-Hang on!

Watch out!

-Georgia!

-Georgia!

Santa Jaws!

That was insane!

It lassoed Georgia.

It's called aim.

If some you had it,

she might still be here.

I didn't see you doing anything

but playing with your sword.

All right, back up.

Back up!

Fighting isn't gonna change

what happened.

I landed a direct hit and

the arrow just bounced off.

She's too strong.

Did you see what happened...

...when Georgia stabbed Santa Jaws

with the candy cane?

It actually hurt her.

You're right.

What if she isn't only

attracted to things Christmas.

But she can only be hurt

by Christmas things.

Something that's from her world.

No.

No, no, no.

I see what your thinking.

The answer is no.

If Jena's right,

no one is going to believe us.

A shark that came out of a comic

book...

...that can only be hurt by

Christmas weapons. Think about it.

That shark is way too smart

and way too strong.

We can't fight her.

One of us is next.

We created this thing together,

Steve.

I might have been

the one who drew her...

...but you gave her

super intelligence...

...and an insatiable taste

for human flesh.

Now it's time to take her down,

together.

All right.

We need some Christmas flare.

I saw a box of Christmas

decorations over near the dock.

We can mock up some more

of those candy cane arrows.

There's bound to be something

around here that's sharp...

...or goes bang.

-Steve, Josh scour the grounds...

...for more firepower, Jena and I

will dress up what we've got.

Let's go.

-Cody! Josh!

-Boys!

Try Josh on his cell.

It's ringing out.

Pop is not here, either.

A note!

-What?

-A note! A note!

You're kidding.

Hey!

Let's put this fish on ice.

Wow, so you're going to be

starting pitcher next season.

I paid my dues.

How'd it feel to go

into the finals...

...against Montclair Park

and lose by one run?

-What's your problem, man?

-My problem?

You have a serious

chip on your shoulder.

I wonder why that would be?

At best all you and your friends

treat me and Cody...

...like we don't exist.

When you get bored, we're chum.

-When have I ever got on you, man?

You and all your jock friends

treat us "nerds"...

...like we're

second-class citizens.

Mocking us,

making our lives hell.

Treating us like rejects.

You're just a stereotype.

And you're not doing the same?

Reducing us to "jocks".

Everyone is part stereotype.

Anyway, you're going to use your

smarts...

...to go to some great college...

...become successful.

Half of the dudes on my team

won't get scholarships...

...for them this is as

good as it gets.

Look, all I know is, what matters

most is what happens...

...at the bottom of the ninth

when the score...

...is tied and the bases are

loaded. And that's now.

What we do now is what counts.

I think we may have just bought

ourselves another inning.

-So where'd you moved here from?

-Tucson.

Before that, we were in Houston.

The climate is actually

better for training here.

How'd you even start?

I guess I was always fast.

My dad been training me

when I was little.

Yeah, he pushes me.

Keeps me focused.

When I sprained my ankle...

...he read me track and field

magazines every day...

...for two weeks

while I was in physical therapy.

Sounds like he really

believes in you.

He does.

But sometimes...

...it can feel like it's more

his dream that it is mine.

Not that I'm ungrateful.

It just...

...sometimes I want to just read

comics all afternoon...

...or eat a pint of double

chocolate fudge ice cream.

-Drowned in chocolate syrup.

-Exactly.

What your favorite comic?

Mostly the ones

that don't come to life.

I like The Human Fight the best.

I get new issues on Tuesdays

if you ever wanna borrow one.

Look what we found.

expl*sives!

Like Papa uses to blow up boar

at the camp.

Enough of it to level an elephant.

And for delivery...

A little taste of Christmas.

Looks good.

Let's blow this fish

outta the water.

This is where they go fishing,

right?

Yeah.

I'm sure he would have come

back here...

...if he was looking for the shark.

-Look!

What are you doing?

Come on, Peter,

we're gonna hunt down that shark.

-Are you crazy?

-No. I love my children.

Yeah, I love them too.

Okay, but you're going to get

yourself k*lled.

That shark attacked my family!

Caroline,

let's think about this logically.

Cody wouldn't have

gone at this alone.

We need to think about

where he would go to get help.

-Gimme the g*n, Peter!

-No, we gotta get out of there!

Honey, we can't help our boys

if we don't stay safe.

This ain't safe.

You're right.

If we're going to find Cody,

we need to stay alive.

-Christmas chum.

-Gross.

You have any extra cookies?

What?

I haven't eaten all day.

You never stop thinking about food.

Gill-ty as charged.

You guys hear this bells?

She's coming.

She's coming in hot.

-Get into position.

Okay. We can do this, guys.

Ready!

Nice shot!

Yes!

Quick!

Another, before it goes under.

Oh, no!

Steve! No! No!

This is where Cody hangs out.

This guy should know something.

-Hopefully.

Are you Clark?

-Who's asking?

-We're Cody's parents.

Okay.

Well, there's a shark attacking

Port City. Where's Cody?

That's top secret information.

How about now?

Clearance granted.

Cody is with friends at the marina.

They think the shark from

their comic book came to life.

And they went to fight it.

You let a bunch of kids

fight a shark?

-Your older son was with them.

-What's wrong with you?

-At least Josh is with him.

-And Georgia.

That's some sort of adult presence.

Let's get to that marina.

I'm so sorry.

I know he was like family to you.

He was.

This is a nightmare.

This is my fault.

I never should have made that wish.

It's not your fault.

You didn't know.

That pen brought her to life.

What if we use it against her?

The pen.

Josh, bring my bag over.

The pen.

It's gone.

When was the last time you had it?

The comic book shop.

He's not answering.

There could be too many

people at the party.

It's definitely not that.

Well if you know it's there

and it could hurt the shark...

Let's go.

Hey. Where do we go?

Closed. Someone's here.

Eggnog for the lady.

Hey guys.

Hey, Clark.

Do you know my girlfriend Svetlana?

No. You haven't met.

I thought you said

he was getting cat-fished.

Didn't you say the girl you

were chatting with was from Russia?

She is. Svetlana.

She just flew in. Suprise.

-It's a Christmas miracle.

-Yeah.

Hey, what part of Russia

are you from?

She doesn't speak English, right?

You don't speak Russian.

Of course I don't speak Russian.

Online translation is amazing.

I think I left my pen here

so I'm just...

There's nothing back here.

I just tidied it up.

There's nothing.

Whose car is that out front?

That car? Svetlana's.

Hers. She has amazing taste.

Flew in and bought a car

and came and surprised me.

I need the pen, Clark.

What pen?

The pen and the box

with the inscription.

The one that brought Santa Jaws

to life. Yeah, that one.

The pen. That pen.

Papa's pen. From earlier.

I know exactly where that is.

I've put that in a safe place

for you.

And I will get that.

I'll be right back.

I'll get that for you.

You stay here, stay put.

I'll be right back.

-They're not here.

-This is some wild goose chase.

-Is this a crossbow?

-Yeah.

Is that a mace?

Does this guy have a thing for

medieval times or something?

It's dangerous business

going out your door.

Where could they be?

This whole town is along the water.

I just hope they had

the sense to get far from it.

And what do you think

the chances of that are?

Approaching zero.

Do you guys see that?

Yeah, he is not coming back.

Nope. No, he is not.

-He's making a run for it.

-Come on! Go!

No.

Drive!

-He took the keys.

-What?

Bikes! Go!

Now what?

We'll drive along the highway

and check the docks one by one.

Process of elimination.

You took Papa.

And Mike.

I won't let you get my boys.

You got it.

I know a short cut!

There he is!

He is getting away!

I should've drove a faster car.

We got him.

Come on.

Clark!

Give me the pen.

I don't have it.

Really, Clark? We are not idiots.

The car?

The girl? The cash?

Give it to me.

-Just give it back.

You left that pen in my shop.

Christmas is about giving, right?

-It's called stealing.

-Give us the pen Clark.

Tons of possibilities.

Endless money.

Girls. Yachts.

Super powers.

Clark.

Clark, look at me.

This isn't you.

It's the pen. It's messing with

your head or something.

Just give me the pen, please.

Give it to me.

You're just a kid.

You don't know

what you're talking about.

Life is hard.

This is so easy.

I could've drawn Svetlana

so she spoke English.

Bu then I have to talk to her.

Who wants that kind of pressure?

Haven't you ever heard

"the ends justifies the means"?

Stay back!

-Clark!

-I will drop this right into water.

-Don't!

-It'll go down!

-Clark!

-There are lives at stake!

People are gonna die

if you do not give me...

I don't care!

I don't care.

Stay back!

All right. We're back.

Stay back!

-He's going to get away with it.

-No, he's not.

Jenna, stop. Jenna!

Jenna, stop!

Jenna!

There she is.

I got it.

Cody!

No!

I got it! Nice throw!

-Jen?

-Swim! Come on! Swim! Come here!

Swim! Swim! Come on!

You gotta hurry! Come on!

Jenna! Come on, now!

Come on! Over here!

-Hurry!

-Hurry, come on!

Come on!

That's it! Yes!

-No!

-Don't!

Port City Police.

What's your emergency?

A giant great white shark

is attacking the town.

It got my father and brother-in-law

and my two children are missing.

-A what?

-My son thinks it came to life...

...from a comic book but...

-Ma'am, calm down.

-What's she saying?

-This line is for emergencies only.

What's she saying?

I think he hung up.

Well, that ain't good.

So k*ll her.

How am I supposed to do that,

genius, draw Xs over her eyes?

Slice her in half or something.

I'm afraid of drawing her again.

It could create another shark.

Try...

...getting rid of her teeth.

Okay.

I mean, you think that worked?

I don't know.

Try impaling her.

I like that idea.

What?

Do you think it worked?

I think so.

She has a horn now.

Maybe Jena was right, we should

just stay away from the water.

Are you kidding me?

This thing is going after

our family.

We have to get to Mom and Dad

before she does.

Don't worry, honey.

We're going to find them.

Last time I ever saw Cody

we were fighting?

What if I never see him again?

Don't talk like that.

Don't think it's not gonna be

the last time. I promise.

I promise.

Mom! Dad!

Oh, my God!

Come here.

I thought I lost you.

-We're worried about you, too.

Hey...

I'm so sorry

I didn't listen to you.

That thing is a monster.

No, I'm sorry.

This is all my fault.

I wished Santa Jaws into existence.

I was just so angry.

What are you talking about, son?

I drew her and she came to life

and now she's targeting our family.

No, it's not your fault, all right?

Global warming causes

non-indigenous species...

...to roam into unfamiliar

terrains...

You're not listening to me!

It's not a shark, it's Santa Jaws.

It's Santa Jaws.

-Just listen to him.

We need to get inland

and contact the authorities.

What does this look like to you?

Look a little familiar?

I know her. I made her.

That is her!

You can either help me

or I can do this myself.

Are you okay?

No.

Papa, Mike,

all my friends are gone.

I know, son,

this thing is a force of nature.

Sometime you have to let

the police take care of things.

It's not our place.

-Dad!

Look, I know that can go off

the handle sometimes.

But I'm the only one's

who can stop this thing.

But I need your help, please.

For Mike and Papa.

Help me.

For Mike and Papa.

Let's do this, son.

We fought too hard today

to lose you boys again.

I've been with Cody all day.

He knows what we're up against.

We can't let him face

that thing by himself.

He needs our help.

I know.

This thing is powerful

but it is not invincible.

You said you've hurt him with

some exploding ornaments?

-That's right.

-Yeah.

If it can hurt, it can be k*lled.

I'm thinking

we do something like this.

This can cause a massive amount of

potential energy.

Pitching a baseball.

Let's give this shark

something real to chew on.

A good Christmas turkey.

Ripped to explode.

Don't even think about

touching those turkeys.

It's the only thing we have left of

Christmas.

Mom, we don't have a choice.

On the first day of Christmas,

my true love gave to me...

Three French hens.

Two turtle doves.

And a partridge in a pear tree.

Cooked and stuffed.

So all we have to do is get

her coming this way.

And let the turkey loose.

And once it is in her mouth,

aim, fire.

And kaboom!

All right.

How do we get her over here?

I don't want your fire way.

Now it's just a matter of time.

Look, over there.

-Santa Jaws is coming to town.

-Lock it down.

I got eyes on her.

Come on, guys, hurry.

All right. We're in.

I got the Turkey. Come on.

Yep.

We're ready.

Now!

-To the left.

-To the left, son. To the left.

Okay, come on.

Lock it in. You got it?

-I got it.

-All right. Good.

-Grab the turkey.

-I got it.

Wait for it!

Wait for it!

-Okay.

-Come on.

-Ready.

-Pull!

-To the right.

-Come on.

To the right!

He's moving fast! Come on!

Grab the last turkey.

Okay. Wait for my word.

Wait for my word, son!

-Go! Go!

-Fire!

-I got this.

-No, Josh!

Josh!

-Josh, no!

-Josh!

Peter, where is he going?

Josh!

Be careful, Josh!

Nice throw!

Josh!

No! Josh!

-Josh!

-Josh!

-Dad?

-Josh!

No! Josh!

Josh! No, Josh!

-Peter!

-Dad!

-Josh!

-Peter!

Josh! Josh!

-Behind you, Peter!

-Dad!

No!

No!

Swim!

Go!

No, dad!

Stand back, mom. Stand back.

Honey...

You okay?

This is all my fault.

They're all gone.

This stupid winch.

Cody...

-We can bring them back.

-What are you talking about?

It brought Santa Jaws to life. It

can k*ll her and bring them back.

-Nothing will bring them back.

-Believe me.

It's just a pen, Cody.

Give me the pen.

This pen wouldn't do you any good.

Papa gave that to me.

It was the last thing

he gave to me.

I'm sorry, I...

Whatever.

I'm sorry, Cody.

Mom!

Cody!

Cody!

He kills you

and gets a Christmas wish.

Give them back!

h*, h*, h*, you son of a fish.

And I got hit in the head

with a snowball.

-You're here?

-Merry Christmas, Cody!

Merry Christmas.

Where have you been, kiddo?

We were waiting for you

to start opening presents.

Yesterday was...

The dinner went well.

A ton of people showed up.

But Mike and Georgia saved the day.

-Yeah, we did.

-It was fun.

Like Christmas in the movies.

While you sat around vegging

on comic, little bro.

Something like that.

Who wants my famous cinnamon rolls?

-I'll get three.

-Right here.

I got 'em. I'll get 'em.

Well, thank you, Cody.

They're in the oven.

Don't burn yourself.

-Cool.

Matching pyjamas.

Cute babe.

-I think this is for you.

-There you go.

You're gonna like that.

-Oh, yeah?

I almost forgot!

Oh, thank you.

Hey look at that.

Yeah. Yeah.

Just the way you want it.

Oh, man, you're so cool.

Really?

Hey. I'm Cody.

-From English.

-Yeah.

I never got a chance to

welcome you to the neighborhood...

...so I wanted to say

Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

I actually think

I have something of yours.

I'll trade you.

Thanks.

Well, I should...

-Would you want to...

I should probably

get back to my dad.

I've got a new pair

of sneakers to unwrap.

There's actually a new ice cream

place the just opened in town.

Would you want to

check it out sometime?

That sounds fun. As long as

they have double chocolate fudge.

Cool.

That comic.

It was pretty k*ller.

You have no idea.