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We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

and a happy new year

Leah.

Good tidings we bring

to you and your kin

Good tidings for Christmas

and a happy new year

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

We wish you

a merry Christmas

And a happy new year

Right.

Hey, Leah.

Thought you might want

a cookie before we leave.

Thank you.

Hey, check this out.

I'm here in the town

of Saint Drexel, Illinois

where they'll be

attempting to break

six world records

this Christmas.

They believe that,

with enough Christmas spirit,

they can make

the impossible happen.

My first time working

the Christmas b*at,

and I'm going to

see six records broken.

No, you won't.

Jin, only 4% of

world records are broken.

At the bureau we adjudicate

and award world records from

the largest Christmas pie,

to the highest-stacked

candy cane tree,

and I've been working

the Christmas b*at

for seven years

and I have yet to see

a single successful attempt.

Wait, you're kidding.

I wish I was. At this point,

I'd give anything to see one.

Saint Drexel already

broke the record once.

Maybe they can do it again.

Yeah, that was 35 years ago,

before big corporations

started sponsoring

record attempts.

Jin, I don't mean to dampen your

enthusiasm for your new job,

but my experience tells me

that there's no way that

the little town in

Saint Drexel is b*ating

a world record this Christmas.

No matter how desperate

I am to see one.

Okay, now remember it is

essential to the plan that

we break at least one record,

preferably more.

Now, the media's already here,

phase one complete,

thanks to Mayor Hubble.

Never underestimate the power

of social media, folks.

And I'll tell ya,

the cafe was bursting

with diners this morning

for the first time in years.

See? It's already working.

Yes, yes.

We're all very excited, Mom,

but we need to

stick to the plan.

Okay, everybody knows

their assignments?

- Mm-hm.

- Great.

The world records adjudicator's

name is Leah Hoffman.

Winning her over is my job.

Phase two.

Lay on the charm, Devon.

You know I will.

Okay, everybody bring it in.

Bring it in.

Let's save Main Street

by making Saint Drexel

a tourist destination

once again.

"World record Christmas"

on three.

One, two, three.

World record Christmas!

Okay, we should hit the road.

Saint Drexel is

only 45 miles out,

but I don't want to be late.

Your rental is outside.

Anything else you need?

I don't think so.

Good. Jin, you are being trained

by the best of the best.

No one knows

the manual like Leah.

Take notes, there's going to

be a test when you get back.

Will do, sir.

Ah, without you, Leah,

I'm not sure what I'd do.

Always willing to

cover the Christmas

world record breaking attempts.

Safe travels,

call if you need me.

Jin.

Bye, sir.

I think that's it.

Anything else I should

know before we leave?

Ho-ho-ho! Ho-ho-ho!

I come with gifts for some

very hard-working adjudicators.

Jin?

What's it called again?

Pogonophobia.

The fear of beards.

Well, hopefully,

there's not a lot of

big beards on this trip.

And decantophobia.

A fear of...

I get a little weirded out when

large groups of people... sing.

And you usually faint?

Out like a light.

Well, how do you feel now?

Good.

Great, in fact.

It only hurts when I move.

Oh, okay.

Well, maybe we should find

a doctor in town

before we hit Town Hall.

You okay?

Sorry, are you lost?

You look lost.

Uh, oh, no.

I was just checking

to see if there was

a long line-up

inside for a doctor.

Oh, my colleague here

has a bump on his head,

and, well,

we're kind of in a rush.

Uh, may I?

Hey.

Let's have

a look at you. Okay.

Look up.

Good. Look down.

Okay, any headache,

blurred vision?

I think you're fine,

but that is quite the bump.

Was it her right hook

or is she a south paw?

Oh. Oh, no. She's, um...

Um, well, actually the thing is,

I saw this beard, and so, uh...

Okay, are we done here?

Done. Uh...

Trust me, your friend

here is going to be fine,

but just to be safe, and I'm not

sure how far you're going,

you should do the driving.

Uh, I gotta go.

In a bit of a hurry myself.

In the future, you should

learn to bob and weave.

Okay.

Take it easy on the poor guy.

Welcome to Saint Drexel,

Leah Hoffman.

And...

Merry Christmas!

Come walk with me.

Hi.

And this is where

the kissing will commence.

Mayor Hubble, the longest kiss

under the mistletoe is

a very popular holiday record.

Hundreds of people

from all over the world

try to attempt it every year.

I know, and this is the sign

that will track the numbers

of hours while they, uh...

Do you know what

the current record is?

46 hours and 24 minutes.

That's why we chose a couple

that's crazy in love.

Scott MacDougall, Josie Stetson.

Hi.

Okay, before we begin,

I have a couple rules

we need to go over.

The first is the Rudolph rule.

Hello, hello!

Hi. Hi, Josie.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Hey, man.

- Scott, good to see you.

You're, uh...

You're not Leah Hoffman from

the World Record Bureau.

And you're not a janitor.

No. No, I'm not.

Dr. Bancroft, let me introduce

you to Ms. Hoffman

and her colleague Mr. Lim.

How's the head?

Oh, feeling great, doc.

Yeah?

Little inside joke.

Give me a minute.

I'm going to check on the couple

before they start smooching.

Great, I was just about

to go over some rules.

Everyone knows Rudolph, right?

Let's think about

his experiences.

Go on, I'm listening.

There's a stethoscope

in your ear.

Uh, something about Rudolph?

I took the Bureau's

three most important rules

and tailored them to

Christmas record attempts.

I renamed them

the Fruitcake Rule,

the Wiseman Rule,

and the Rudolph Rule.

Page 104, section 5.2 of

the Adjudicator's Manual states,

"Adjudicators must manage

all participants' expectations

before any record-breaking

attempt begins.

Hence, the Rudolph Rule.

Think about Rudolph's story.

Born with that weird nose,

bullied by the other reindeer,

and needed just

the right circumstance,

in his case

one foggy Christmas Eve,

in order to go down in history.

Light George Washington.

The point...

My point is,

record breaking isn't easy,

and people often try

over and over and over again

before they succeed.

It could take years.

Well, Ms. Hoffman,

this is Saint Drexel.

Prepare to witness

the impossible.

Wonderful!

You guys ready?

Okay, let's start the countdown.

Five.

Four, three, two, one.

Kiss!

Deck the halls

with boughs of holly

Hey, Jin, can you hold

my stopwatch for a second?

Fa la la la la, la la la la

- 'Tis the season...

- Jin! Ooh, ooh.

Excuse me.

- Um...

- Hey.

What happened?

Decant-something.

Decantophobia?

Yeah, that's it.

- Oh.

- Okay.

Whoop.

He's just going to

need a couple seconds.

I'm all good. It's all good.

Keep kissing, keep singing.

Come on! Come on!

Don we now our gay apparel

Oh!

Keep kissing!

Don't worry, Jin will be fine,

but thank you for officially

banning spontaneous caroling

for the next week.

No problem.

Mayor, while Jin

looks over the kissing,

There are a couple rules

I'd like to go over.

You should explain them

to Dr. Bancroft.

He's going to be guiding you

through town this week.

Dr. Bancroft?

Well, I'm in charge of

the social media posts.

You should follow us.

@Saint Drexel.

WorldRecordChristmas.

He's cleared his

entire schedule for you.

Unless there's an emergency,

he's all yours.

You two will

get along just fine.

He's from the big city, too.

Well, he's from here,

but he went to

med school at Harvard,

and then practiced in Boston.

Really?

Yeah. Come with me.

You're going to love

Nell's bed and breakfast.

She's got some beautiful

rooms prepared for you.

Hi.

You must be Leah.

Yes.

She's all yours, Nell.

Oh, thank you, Mayor Hubble.

Well, come on in. After you.

- Thank you.

- Any time.

Go ahead.

Welcome, my dear.

Here we are.

Oh.

That was great fun.

The bakery wanted a winter scene

painted on a cookie with icing,

and of course they called on me.

Wow, and you managed

to break a world record.

That record was

broken several years after.

By a commercial bakery,

I believe, in Minneapolis.

- Hm.

- Yeah.

I believe that record's been

broken 20 times since 1987.

Well, I wish people would

remember that we were

the first town to do it.

With a homemade

shortbread cookie recipe,

and local talent,

and a whole lot

of Christmas spirit.

Mm-hm. What did you

paint on the cookie?

Ice skaters at Jenkins Pond

just outside of town.

I used to take Devan there.

Devan?

- Mm-hm.

- Dr. Bancroft.

Yes, my son.

He just lives up the road.

Oh.

You know, that cookie was

on display for the public

in the Town Hall, and folks

would come to visit our town

just to see it.

And they would go skating

together at Jenkins Pond.

Oh, it was marvelous.

Breaking records does

draw attention to a place.

Yes.

My bed and breakfast

used to be so full.

Hey, Mom!

Oh, Devan, sweetheart.

I've got guests this week.

You just can't barge in

here unannounced. My goodness.

Uh, I see you met Leah.

Yes.

Ms. Hoffman,

I was thinking about Jin.

Please, call me Leah.

Leah, did you know the root

cause of most phobias

are events from the past?

No, I did not.

Any idea what Jin

might have experienced?

I don't know Jin that well.

Uh, let me see.

He majored in engineering

before joining the Bureau,

and he's a really nice guy.

That's all I got.

Okay. Well, that's a start.

Mom, did you get a chance to

see Scott and Josie kissing yet?

Ah.

They're really going for it.

Well, I like to

think positively.

I know how much

those two are in love.

But how can people kiss so long?

Impossible!

Well, you might want

to consult Leah here.

She's witnessed

a lot of impossible.

I can't imagine what

it's like watching people

break world records

all the time.

It's, um, a lot more

disappointing than it sounds.

Huh.

Hm.

Well, I should go

relieve Jin from his shift.

Mayor Hubble tells me

that you're going to take me

to see some record breaking

attempts in the morning?

I'll uh... I'll come with you.

Walk you through the schedule.

- Bye, Mom. Love you.

- Okay. I love you, too.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

Have a good walk.

And then on Tuesday

we head to the mill.

Frankly, it's more of a mini

museum now that they've...

Dr. Bancroft.

Oh, please. Call me Devan.

I feel the need to caution you

that breaking a world record

is a lot harder

than people think.

Only 4% of attempts

are successful.

Tomorrow I have to go over

a couple rules with you

straight from

the Adjudicator's Manual.

It's important that

we follow all protocols

on the outside chance

that you do succeed.

So, I'm sorry. Outside chance?

Did you not feel

the Christmas spirit

in Town Hall earlier today?

Christmas spirit is irrelevant.

Now, I see. In order

to be a good adjudicator,

you also need to be a Scrooge.

Scrooge?

You do know how Dickens

described him, don't you?

Cold, through and through.

I prefer to call it realistic

through and through.

And if being a Scrooge makes

you understand why I'm here,

then bah humbug.

Thanks for walking with me.

I think I can take it from here.

I think you and I have a better

understanding of each other now.

I think we do. Goodnight.

Leah.

Don't forget,

in the end Scrooge had

a complete change of heart.

You know, my mum might be right.

Who could kiss for this long?

It's a very popular

record to attempt.

Lots of people try it.

Perhaps you've just

never been crazy in love.

Not this crazy.

Mm, uh, are you ready?

We should head out

to the next attempt.

Okay.

Good luck.

Okay, so how many more rules?

Two. The next is

the Wiseman Rule.

Let me guess, something about

the dangers of frankincense.

Page 54, section 3.2 of

the Adjudicator's Manual states,

"Adjudicators must never

accept a bribe in any form."

I get it, people bearing gifts.

One time it was literally gold.

A man gave me his watch.

He wanted me to overlook

the fact that he was

nine snowballs short of

the most projectiles launched

by senior citizens in

a five minute snowball fight.

Wow. Senior citizen.

Dr. Bancroft.

Leah, this is Ken Stetson.

He owns the Twinkleberry Company

on the east side of town.

They make the most beautiful

strands of Christmas lights.

Hello, Leah.

Need a Christmas light?

Call Twinkle Bright.

It's nice to meet you, Ken.

I hear your daughter is one half

of the mistletoe kissing couple.

Yes, Josie,

and if there's anything you need

while you're in town,

anything at all,

don't hesitate to ask.

Thank you, but...

No, I mean it now.

Anything.

Yeah.

I think Ken just tried

to give you his watch.

Told ya.

Hello. Hello, hello.

Good morning.

This is certainly exciting,

but I need to ask you all

to stay on the sidewalk

while I take Leah inside

to meet Francine.

Alright, wish us luck.

WoGood luck.

Oh, welcome to Hoppy's Cafe!

Thank you.

Wow, I see you

collect Christmas cards.

Oh, yes, they're not

just displayed here.

They're in the kitchen,

the pantry,

even in our

walk-in refrigerator.

And when did you

start this collection?

Oh, well, I opened

the cafe 20 years ago.

Someone sent me

the first card as a joke,

and as you can see

it kind of snowballed.

And do you what

the current record is for

most Christmas cards

featuring frogs is?

And you claim to have how many?

Well, I had 1006,

but then my sister-in-law

found new ones in

a shop in Albuquerque.

It's a big frog town

that Albuquerque.

She sent me three with

her best Christmas wishes.

Now, I got three from

my out of town friends.

So, I, um, I now have 1012.

You gotta count all these?

Maybe, but first I need to

check a couple of things.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, take all

the time that you need.

Can I ask you to stand

outside with the others?

- Sure.

- Great.

Uh, even me?

Scrooge was a solitary fella.

Ah, the bah humbug rule.

Mm, now that has

a nice ring to it.

You're catching on.

Okay, come on, Francine.

Oh, yeah.

Okay.

Alright.

Let's do this.

As we all wait outside

Hoppy's Cafe with Saint Drexel

hoping to break

the world record...

Oh, looks like

we have an update coming.

Francine, Devan,

can I see you both inside?

Guess we'll have

to wait and see.

The Bureau Adjudicator

Dictionary defines "frog"

as a tailless amphibian

with a short, squat body,

moist, smooth skin,

and long legs for leaping.

I'm sorry to say, but you did

not break a world record.

Let me explain.

The problem are these six cards.

I found two in the men's room,

two beside the coffee table,

and two hanging

from the dishwasher.

Uh.

That's not a frog.

That's a turtle.

And this one isn't

even a Christmas card.

Yeah, and this one looks like

a lizard with a Santa hat.

It's easy to see that,

with 20 years,

other amphibians snuck

into your collection

without you even realizing,

but because

the rule requires frogs,

there are six inconsistent cards

that makes you two cards

short of tying the record

and three short of b*ating it.

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

But I will say, this is

a really impressive collection.

Thanks.

I guess we should

go tell the others.

Yeah.

Oh, no. That's my job.

You live here.

I'll be the bearer of bad news.

Rolling?

Ms. Hoffman, was it close?

Very.

Well, there you have it.

Saint Drexel's first attempt to

break a holiday record

is unsuccessful,

but very close, and if you grew

up in a small town like me,

you just can't help

but root for them.

Xavier Samson,

DRXL News, signing off.

Hey. Come in.

Hey.

Hey, I just wanted to...

You're decorating

a tree by yourself?

Nope, you're here.

Here, give me your coat.

Oh, no, no. I haven't decorated

a tree in a really long time.

Why not?

Well, I'm never

home for the holidays

and I usually volunteer

to work the Christmas b*at.

Okay, well, it sounds

like you need a course

in tree trimming 101.

Come. Here.

Okay.

But just a couple of minutes.

I have to relieve

Jin from Town Hall.

Ah, I see.

Well, I must tell you,

there are some decorating rules

you should be aware of.

Oh, what? You thought you were

the only one who had rules?

No, no, no, no, no.

I am very, very

particular about

my Christmas trees.

Okay. What are the rules?

Um, mm, first rule, uh,

the Tannenbaum Rule.

I'm going to need some specifics

if I'm going to fully comply.

You know the song,

"O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum?"

"How lovely are your branches?"

Exactly. You must compliment

my tree while you decorate it.

Wait, what?

Yeah, allow me to demonstrate.

Not only green

when summer's here,

but in the coldest time of year.

Okay, now... now you try.

Yeah, I don't even know

the lyrics to the song.

Yes, you do. Come on.

Do it.

O Christmas tree,

O Christmas tree

Much pleasure

dost thou bring me

Okay, wow.

The old English version.

Aren't you posh?

Yeah, I just wanted

to stop by and say

I'm sorry about today.

Francine seems like

a really nice lady.

All those frogs.

Yeah, well,

rules are rules, right?

Yup, I mean, that's my job.

Doesn't mean I don't understand

the town's disappointment.

Mm. Disappointment.

We didn't do this

on a holiday whim.

Saint Drexel needs this.

Needs?

Uh, the small business owners,

especially on Main Street,

are struggling to stay afloat.

My mum has even considered

selling the bed and breakfast.

Well, Jin needs a break.

I have to get back to Town Hall.

When do you get a break?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, uh, take it from a doctor.

Lack of sleep

and freezing temperatures

are not a good combination.

Bah humbug.

Bah humbug.

Bah humbug?

How are they holding up?

Not even half way.

I've seen this before.

They're starting to fade.

I'm fairly

certain Josie actually

fell asleep at one point,

but Steve kept his lips on hers.

I hope that counts.

The Adjudicating Manual

defines kissing as to press

or touch with the lips.

Well, that's good.

I really want them to do well.

Jin, you can't get wrapped up

with these people or this place.

You have to remain impartial.

It's the Fruitcake Rule.

The what rule?

You know, when you go

to visit your grandma

and she offers you

a slice of fruitcake.

Oh, never, ever

eat the fruitcake.

Yeah, terrible fruitcake.

My gym socks taste better.

Well, that's kind of how you

want to think of adjudicating.

You can never, ever help,

advise, or otherwise engage in

any sort of

record-breaking attempt.

No matter how you feel.

Or who you meet.

Well, I'm secretly

rooting for them.

Did you hear

anything I just said?

Go get some rest.

I'll take over.

Thanks.

22!

Never, ever eat the fruitcake.

Built in 1860,

the mill provided grain

for all the nearby counties,

feeding families far and wide.

The mill now preserves

the history of Saint Drexel,

and today, it just might

break a world record.

We've amassed

quite the collection

of Saint Drexel artefacts.

I think it's important

to understand the past

in order to properly

navigate the present.

It's very impressive, Roger.

I'm glad you appreciate it.

I feel lucky to volunteer here.

Tell me about these.

The founder of our town

was Leopold Jenkins.

He was particularly

fond of the holidays.

These are some of his ornaments

I've preserved from 1858.

Leopold started

the Saint Drexel tradition

of trimming a town

Christmas tree together.

The whole community

still gathers in Town Hall

to do it two days

before Christmas.

Leah can help us this year.

She's recently had lessons.

That sounds like fun,

but I'll be gone by then.

Roger, show it to me.

This way, please.

Mm-hm.

'Kay.

Voila!

And you believe this to be a...

91-year old fruitcake.

Roger, you are aware

that a woman in Detroit

already laid claim

to this record?

I am, but hers is

only 89 years old.

This is Leopold's

personal diary.

It was found in the attic

recently as we retrieved

the Christmas decorations.

I'm still getting through it.

Let me read you this entry

from December 21, 1931.

Sister Catherine Drexel

and her young novice

visited today. She brought me

a fruitcake for me to enjoy,

but I think I will keep it

as a lasting reminder to be

philanthropic and generous,

just as Sister Catherine is

each Christmas.

- Mm.

- Well, there you have it.

Mr. Jenkins was quite

old when he wrote this.

His handwriting betrays it.

Yes, quite advanced in years.

Roger, I did a deep dive online

last night into Saint Catherine.

Fascinating woman.

On December 21, 1931,

before she was canonized,

Catherine Drexel was celebrating

Christmas in Louisiana

with her students at

a college that she founded.

I believe Leopold wrote in 1937,

but the seven looks like a one.

I can easily see

how that could happen.

Which means

the fruitcake is 85 years old,

and four years

short of the record.

I'm sorry, guys.

Josie, honey!

Sadly, this is Saint Drexel's

third failed attempt

at breaking a holiday record,

but we're still all

smiling here in Town Hall,

'cause, as we've witnessed

over the past couple days,

smiling is the second best

thing you can do with your lips.

Well, good news is

he still has a pulse.

Scott, wake up, buddy.

Are they going to be okay, doc?

Perfectly.

Maybe you might

need some lip balm.

31 hours, 18 minutes,

and 52 seconds.

Alright, buddy.

Let's get you up.

I'm guessing

that's Scott's father?

Bob McDougall.

He owns the Drexel

bicycle factory

on the west side of town.

Yeah, he and Ken

are best friends,

but were completely taken aback

when Josie and Scott

started dating.

That was last Christmas though.

Both fathers are

completely on board now.

Mothers, too.

We're expecting

a proposal any time now.

We?

They.

They. I meant they.

Like, Saint Drexel.

How do you know all this?

I've been watching them

kiss for over a day now.

Everyone's kind of

told me their story.

Looks like you could

use some sleep, too.

Buy you dinner at

the bed and breakfast

and straight to bed.

Doctor's orders.

Okay.

Okay.

Let's go, let's go.

Alright.

So, is everyone good here?

- Yes.

- Oh, yeah.

Thank you for everything.

Oh, you're so welcome, sweetheart.

Mwah. I'll clean up.

Oh, that's an offer

I can't refuse.

- Sweet dreams, everyone.

- Goodnight, Nell.

- Goodnight.

- Night-night.

I'm getting pretty tired, too.

I should probably head...

Hey, uh, Jin.

You know vasovagal syncope

occurs when the body

overreacts to certain

external triggers?

I should also add

that fainting is

extremely inconvenient as well.

Yeah, well, there...

There is a treatment, you know?

Exposure to triggering stimuli.

If you're game,

I think I can help.

What about the records?

We'll go about our day

tomorrow as planned,

but we'll also get to the root

of the problem. You'll see.

Why not?

Anyways, tomorrow could

prove to be challenging,

so I should probably

get some sleep also.

- Goodnight, Jin.

- Goodnight.

Do you really think

you can help him?

We have less than a week left.

Knowing you can help someone

and failing to do it is, well...

I'm sorry,

did I say something wrong?

Uh, no. No, no, no.

Tell me this, who...

Who keeps a fruitcake

for over 80 years?

I thought it was

a fossil of some sort.

Yeah, we needed a...

We needed an archeologist,

not an adjudicator.

Uh, I'm so tired I'm losing it.

You have a great laugh.

You promised your mom

you'd help clean up.

Come on. I'll help you.

I did, didn't I?

- Alright.

- Let's go.

Let's go.

I do the cooking,

cleaning, and vacuuming.

My mom used to tell me that

she isn't handing me off to

my future love

without some skills.

She's right. Nothing sexier

than a man doing housework.

- Mm.

- Trust me.

I thought women liked

investment bankers

and lawyers and...

Doctors?

I was going to say CEOs,

but, uh, how do you

feel about doctors?

Especially ones in small towns

who take out the trash

and wash the dishes.

Well, I will admit,

when you offered to help Jin

I found it...

You found it?

How are you going

to help Jin anyway?

Um, I will show you.

Jin's going to

love a little beard.

Are you sure

you went to med school?

Oh, yeah.

Graduated and everything.

- Oh, did you?

- Mm-hm.

Looks like it.

Oh, yeah. Clean that beard up.

Little more, yeah.

Thank you.

Alright, well,

that was my last dish.

I'm going to head outside

and get some fresh air

before going to bed.

Company or no company?

Mm...

Both: Hm.

Company.

Okay, great.

So, when you were a little girl,

did you just lie

in bed at night,

stare up at the ceiling,

and dream of

becoming an adjudicator?

I mean, how does

that even happen?

Well, it sort of

just fell into my lap.

I studied business in college.

And when I found

out about this job,

I thought it might offer

some fun and adventure.

And does it?

Truth?

Please.

Not often.

But, since I'm usually

working over Christmas,

I often create

a world record of my own.

Really? For what?

Most missed opportunities.

I mean, I get to do

a lot of fun things, yeah,

but I miss a lot of

important ones, too.

You mean your family?

Yeah, and friends.

My parents separated

when I was young,

and since then,

Christmas has been difficult.

So, I work.

Solves the problem entirely.

Ah.

Does it?

I just want them to be happy,

and the problem is,

I think that they're happiest

when they're with each other.

Even after all these years.

Have you told them that?

I try.

Doesn't get very far.

Ah.

It's just been so many

years of misunderstandings.

And you are

the one common denominator.

That's...

That's gotta be hard on you.

Okay, doc, let's leave

the diagnosing to Jin's issues.

I'm doing just fine.

Okay.

Alright, you know what? Come on.

Where are we going?

You're not going to

want to miss it.

Okay.

Let's go.

Oh. Thank you.

You're welcome. Ah.

What do you think?

Ah.

Tell me the truth.

You used to bring girls here

when you were a teenager,

didn't you?

Yeah, girls eat this stuff up.

I'm just kidding.

I've never stood in this

gazebo with another woman ever.

I just, uh...

I didn't want you to miss

another Christmas opportunity.

Thank you.

And there it is.

Another missed opportunity.

Gotta be a record

Hold that thought. Small town.

Always on call.

Dr. Bancroft, this better...

Hold on, I'll be right there.

I gotta go.

Hey.

So, what happened to this ankle?

Well, I thought

I'd get some garland up

for the Secret Santa

world record.

It's fine, really. I'm okay.

Ow!

Okay, you were going to

go do this by yourself?

Garland can wait 'til tomorrow.

Your ankle needs an X-ray.

No, it's just twisted.

But I'd like to be sure.

There you go.

Stay here with Leah.

I'm going to go get my car.

It's less than a block away.

Oh, yeah.

This better just be a sprain.

I haven't completed

my assignment.

Ow!

Oh, ooh, ooh. Uh, um.

Try not to think about the pain.

Tell me about your assignment.

Well, Devan gave

one to each town person.

For the record breaking.

Mm-hm.

I got Xavier Samson here

using our social media.

Step one of the plan complete.

But now I have to post updates,

and we have a ton

of followers now.

Oh, you're pretty savvy

for a small town, huh?

Well, we each know

what we have to do

to make this happen

for Saint Drexel.

Francine's got the frog cards.

- Mm-hm.

- Roger's got the fruitcake.

Yeah.

And from what

I've seen so far here tonight,

Doc Bancroft,

he's completed his assignment.

I don't understand.

Well, his job was to

charm the adjudicator.

Ow.

Got the stop watch?

Right here.

Good morning.

Good morning, Jin. You ready?

Uh, for what?

Go on and have a seat

on the bench.

Alright.

Here we go.

No.

Nice and slowly.

Hey, you're okay.

Take a deep breath.

There you go.

You're alright. There you go.

Just keep telling

yourself it's only Devan.

It's o... It's on...

It's only Devan.

There you go. Can you stand up?

Okay. Yeah.

Yeah? Okay.

Alright.

- Okay.

- There you go.

Oh, okay! Whoa!

You're alright!

You got it.

- You're awake.

- Yeah!

Okay, let's go and check on

that hula hoop record attempt.

Here we go.

There you go.

- You're fine.

- There you go.

- You're fine.

- Alright, here we go.

Off to City Hall.

- Come on.

- Don't let go of me.

Don't let go of me.

Don't let go of me.

I won't let go. Come on.

And there you have it.

Most hula hoop spins

in one minute by people

dressed as reindeer also fails,

but that was a fun one to watch.

Once more?

The manual states that

I can allow up to 25 tries

for any single record attempt.

That was 26. See?

I can break the rules.

Hey, uh, Leah, what's wrong?

Oh, nothing's wrong.

I'm just, you know,

doing my job, you know?

Xavier Samson, DRXL News.

I'd love to interview you.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

It's against Bureau policy,

but you should talk

to this gentleman here.

Oh. No, no...

Dr. Bancroft, the beard

behind the entire operation.

Oh, well, I'd love to

ask you a few questions

if you don't mind,

from a human interest angle.

Sure.

And we can get you on camera?

Uh, yeah. No problem.

Great, thanks.

So, Dr. Bancroft,

you are the town doctor.

Yeah, I am.

How long?

Five years.

And what brought you

to Saint Drexel?

Someone I love needed a doctor.

Oh, and is someone a he, a she?

A she.

And how are you feeling

about this latest attempt

not being successful?

Yeah, it's... it's heartbreaking,

but, uh, I'm sure

we'll get the next one.

Okay, best of luck.

Thank you. Thanks.

Hey.

May I join you?

If you want.

Brought a little blanket.

You can't fool me, you know?

I know why you escaped out here.

Really?

Yeah, I can't listen

to Jin regale my mom

with the story of his beard

success one more time either.

He should be proud.

He went the entire

day without fainting.

It's a great start,

that's for sure.

Leah.

What's wrong?

Are you upset with me?

I'm upset with me.

I... I almost

forgot why I'm here.

And just like you

have your assignment,

I have mine.

My assignment?

To charm the adjudicator.

Well, technically,

my job was to win her over,

but I can see that's

not going so well.

Helping Jin? The gazebo?

You even did dishes.

That is inexcusable behavior.

I understand how

you must be feeling.

Okay, but, what if I told you

I have been completely baffled

from the first second I saw you.

Like, today, I was so worried

what you were thinking

when Xavier asked why

I returned to Saint Drexel.

I heard.

A woman you love.

Leah, it was my mom.

She got sick, I was hundreds

of miles away in Boston.

Oh no.

Yeah, I should have

recognized the symptoms earlier.

Every time we talked

on the phone I...

I sensed something wasn't right,

but of course

she didn't want to worry me.

I spent so much time

at the hospital I almost

missed the signs completely.

My colleagues in Boston thought

I was crazy when I resigned

to return home and treat her,

but if I hadn't, it...

Devan, I had no idea.

Well, it's okay. She's...

She's full of life. You see her.

- Mm-hm.

- Yeah.

I feel like she's

gotten a second chance.

That's why I wanted

to have and enjoy

all the things she loves.

Running the bed and breakfast, painting.

Looking after me.

That's a lot of

sacrifice on your behalf.

Do you ever regret it?

Wow, what a question.

Yeah, I'm sure

a lot of people wonder,

but you're the first

to ask it out loud.

You know, sometimes you have

to give up an important job

in order to live

an important life.

All these people

in Saint Drexel,

I mean, I know them,

and not just

their blood pressure.

I know their hopes,

their dreams.

Their struggles.

And that's why you

have to break a record.

To help them.

Exactly. Except lately I...

have lost my focus.

The more and more time

we spend together,

I care less about

breaking the records,

and more about being with you.

You, uh, you thought I was

charming the adjudicator.

No, I was trying to figure out

how she completely charmed me.

That stopwatch,

your crazy rules.

- Crazy?

- Yeah.

Those rules put

your town back on the map.

Have you seen how many

people have come to visit

since we started?

Yeah, and it's great, but...

it's only

a short-term solution.

Breaking the record

will make sure people

come back here year after year.

Well, you have two more chances.

To break the record

or with you?

To break a record.

I am far more impossible.

Mm-hm.

So, Simone works all

the kids' birthday parties

in Saint Drexel.

She's a clown,

a magician, a princess.

Multi-talented.

That she is.

Ah, merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Ah.

Come with me!

307 balloon reindeer

in a family van!

Where'd you get

these great wheels?

CarMax. Bought it online

and they delivered it

right to my door.

They made it so easy

and I decorated it myself.

The kids see it

coming from a mile away.

I'm going to need

to make a phone call.

Give me a minute.

Mm-hm. Ah!

So exciting.

I must be

the worst trainer ever.

Have you not learned one rule?

Manage your expectations.

World Record Bureau.

Doug.

Hey, hey! Leah, how's it

going in Saint Drexel?

No record broken yet.

- Hey, can you do me a favor?

- Doug: Sure, what do you need?

Can you look up

the specific parameters

of a van in the manual?

No problemo. Anything you want

cross-referenced with that?

Yeah, uh, balloon reindeer.

And despite her abundance

of Christmas spirit,

which I suppose is good

because it frees them up

to pull Santa's balloon sleigh

on Christmas Eve.

Hey, it's in the manual, Jin.

The definition includes

school transport vehicles,

and apparently some high

schoolers in Pennsylvania

filled a school van with 382

balloon reindeer last year

as a prank on their principal.

Yup. I got it.

Come on, Jin.

I expect the town to be

disappointed, but you?

I told you, the chances

of Saint Drexel b*ating

a world record was

very, very slim.

You predicted

all that is happening.

Well, if you want to be

a successful adjudicator,

you have to be practical.

Reign in those hopes a little.

I'm not.

Not what?

I'm not going to be

a world record adjudicator.

My tendencies to faint aside,

it's just not a good fit,

'cause, no offence, but I don't

think I could be like you.

Reigning in my hopes

all the time.

I like you a lot, and I know

it's a part of the job,

but I couldn't walk around

pretending to be all detached

and dispassionate.

I mean, all this week

all I've wanted to do

is cheer the town on

and help them succeed.

I couldn't go from

place to place just waiting

for people to fail, I mean,

what kind of a job is that?

I want people to be successful.

It's just...

Rules are rules.

Well, not for me.

Consider this

my formal resignation.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Well, can you stay with me until

the end of the Christmas b*at?

We'll tell Doug when we get

back to Chicago. It's just...

Of course.

I love to hang out with you,

and I wouldn't miss this

last attempt for anything.

I've got a good

feeling about this one.

Let's go.

In the air it's starting

to feel like Christmas

Here you are!

I wanted to ask what

time dinner is tonight.

- Oh, 6:00?

- Perfect.

Hey, whoa.

Wanna help?

Oh, no.

I don't remember

the last time I made cookies.

I'm more of

an eater than a baker.

Let's get this apron on you.

- Oh.

- Yes.

Okay.

Straight ahead in that

cabinet is the pantry.

Find some sprinkles.

- Okay.

- Let's get to work.

Jingle bells, jingle bells,

jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

in a one horse open sleigh

- Hey!

- Whoo!

Oh, very nice, very nice.

Hm, you ladies looking

to go on the road, or?

Well, we could be

the Christmas cookie chorus.

Hm. Okay.

Listen,

how's it going in Town Hall?

Uh, the Secret Santa gifts

arrive tonight and tomorrow,

then Leah can adjudicate

the inevitable record,

but not before I adjudicate

her Christmas cookies.

Uh, which ones did she make?

She made that whole tray.

- Mm-hm.

- Hm.

Oh, excuse me.

Might be some tourists

looking for rooms.

I can't believe how

many people are in town!

Section 2351.67

of the Christmas Cookie Manual

states that any single

red sprinkle that ends up

on a baker's cheek

and not on the cookie...

- Hm?

Is a violation.

Yeah.

Am I wearing sprinkles?

You're not just

wearing sprinkles.

It looks as if

you bathed in them.

Well, things got

a little crazy around here.

Your mom is so, so...

Uh, nutty?

I was going to say carefree.

She finds the fun in everything.

Yeah, well,

what's your mom like?

I love her, a lot.

Okay, that doesn't

tell me what she's like.

Well, we don't bake cookies,

if that's what you're asking.

Not that she wouldn't,

but Christmas can be difficult.

If I spend time with one,

I feel guilty for not

spending time with the other,

even though they

assure me it's fine.

Did you ever think

that that's why

you volunteer to

work every Christmas?

Okay, here's a thought.

Maybe,

maybe you work over Christmas

so you don't have

to celebrate it.

I... I celebrate Christmas.

- Do you?

- Yeah.

Okay, y...

You don't

decorate Christmas trees,

you don't make cookies,

with the exception of today,

yes, and you miss

opportunities with friends.

Mm, okay.

But, but this Christmas cookie

you made is fantastic.

There may be hope

for you yet, Scrooge.

You're right.

I hate that you're right,

but you are.

Even though my job

immerses me in Christmas,

I spend so much time

avoiding it for years.

Here.

Here.

Major life revelations go down

easier with cookies, trust me.

Both: Mm.

I can bake.

You certainly can.

- It's good. Wanna try?

- Yeah? Ah.

That's great. Nice shoe.

Thank you.

Oh, that's great. Thank you.

Oh, to Doc Bancroft.

I guess I just ruined

the surprise, didn't I?

We know who your

Secret Santa is now, Devan.

Thank you.

Hi!

Devan.

Hey, I was just

thinking about you.

I thought maybe you could count

these while we stack them,

that way...

I need to talk to you, outside.

Uh, yeah. Okay.

What a beautifully wrapped gift.

How many?

And you're sure?

Doug just called.

A charity in Amsterdam just

broke the record last night.

Largest game of Secret Santa.

Verified.

But the previous

record was only...

You could have done it.

But not now.

I'm so sorry.

This...

This was our last attempt.

Okay, uh...

I'll go in and tell them.

You know what?

Let them carry on for the night.

It's bringing them so much joy.

I'll, uh,

I'll tell them tomorrow.

Alright. Let's go.

Maybe we should

wake Jin up to go check out

the Secret Santa record.

I think I'll let him sleep.

Jin's been through

a lot this trp.

Well, he seems better.

Devan's been really great.

He didn't have to help me,

but he did.

He said to me,

"Knowing you can help someone

but failing to do so is..."

Come to think of it,

he never finished that thought.

He always goes the extra mile.

Like to help

with breaking records

and helping the town.

Well, actually it was

my idea to have you come.

I remember 35 years ago,

when we broke the record,

people came from all over just

to see where it had happened.

The bed and breakfast

was always full.

Especially at Christmas time.

You can't sell this place, Nell.

You love it!

I know, I do,

but you know the other day,

when the doorbell rang,

it wasn't guests.

It was an interested buyer,

and it's getting foolish

to keep saying no.

But if we break the record

for the Secret Santa tonight,

that will change everything.

Let me get us

some more tea, okay?

Knowing you could help someone,

but failing to do so is...

Nell, I have an idea.

Yeah?

It might be a bit

tricky to communicate,

but hear me out.

'Kay, go ahead.

Watch Leah carefully.

Uh, you want to play charades

in the middle of the afternoon?

Whatever, you're the boss.

Okay, great.

Let's break into teams.

No, no, no. One team.

But we have to concentrate on

what Leah is trying to tell us.

Or, I mean,

what phrase she's acting out.

Okay.

Okay, go for it.

Two words.

Okay, that's cheating.

But, a record.

Snap.

No, no, no.

Break!

You're breaking something.

Okay, oh, oh,

you thought of a record

Saint Drexel could break,

but you can't tell us out loud

because it violates the rules.

It sounds like...

sounds like, um, um...

Sounds like knee.

Bee?

Sea?

Tree, tree, tree, tree!

Tree.

Fireworks!

Fireworks.

Oh, lights on a Christmas tree.

- You're... you're...

- You're... you're...

You're, uh, carrying a plate

of Christmas cookies

down the street?

Wh-what is it?

She's riding a bicycle!

Saint Drexel

should break the world record

for longest time

lighting a Christmas tree

using human power!

Oh, my!

The current record

is 10 hours and 15 minutes.

And we have everything

we need right here.

The Twinkle Brite Company

and the Drexel Bicycle Factory.

And, not to mention

an unemployed engineer in town

happy to make it all happen.

Leah cannot hear our plans.

It breaks the rules.

I didn't hear anyone say a word.

Did you?

Not a single one.

So, this means we're in town?

Another week?

Boom.

Right on.

Oh, yes!

How did everyone take it?

Well, at first

they were disappointed.

Until I told them

there would be another attempt.

The place was buzzing

with excitement.

I plan on explaining

the details tomorrow.

I'm surprised

they didn't wanna do

another Secret Santa

exchange anyway.

Well, even though

we didn't break the record,

I kinda told them that

we could deliver some of these

to the hospital

on Christmas Eve.

Spread the holiday joy.

Devan.

How are you still single?

How are you still single?

Oh, I have plenty of faults.

Believe me.

Uh, me too, but, uh,

I've been on my best behavior

since you arrived.

Oh.

Is that so?

Yeah.

And my mom wouldn't call them

"faults," by the way.

She calls 'em "best-worsts."

Hm.

What's a "best-worst?"

It's when a characteristic

is the best thing

in some circumstances

and the worst in others.

Like... like Jin.

He can be impulsive, right?

Uh, yep, he quit

in the middle of training

with no back up plan.

He did.

He did.

But he's also

impulsively helpful

and impulsively generous.

He doesn't need

to think about it.

He just jumps in.

With both feet.

I get it.

His best-worst.

So, what's yours?

Hm.

Uh, being irresistible.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah, yeah.

And in what circumstance

is that worst?

Uh, when a rule-following

adjudicator

is trying relentlessly

to resist me.

Oh, mm.

Dance with me.

Come on.

Still waiting to hear

your real best-worsts.

Mm.

Dancing.

- Mm.

- Here, like this, I'm fine.

But take me to a wedding,

and yikes.

- Yikes.

- Yeah.

- It's bad.

- Really bad?

- Ooh, very bad.

- Oh, no.

A little to the left.

No, I think to the right.

Don't you think?

I...

That's it!

That's it.

Yes.

Perfect.

Yes.

Hey, guys.

Here's the plan.

We're gonna take shifts

pedaling the bikes.

Jin has figured out how to use

them to generate power

for the Twinkle Brite lights

in the tree.

Now, we have to keep the tree

lit using only human power

for 10 hours and 16 minutes

to break the world record.

I love it.

How many bikes?

Uh, Jin, how many bikes?

Five.

And I'll bring

our newest lights of the season.

They shine extra bright.

Okay, great.

Thank you, both.

Couldn't've done it without you.

That way.

Ah!

I am so tired!

At this point,

I'm running on caffeine

and Christmas cheer.

It'll all be worth it, Mom.

One more day.

Thank you, Jin.

Your skills are outstanding.

And so needed!

My pleasure.

You know,

I have some good friends

in Chicago.

And one of them owns

an engineering firm.

Really?

Let's give her a call.

See if she has any openings

for a great mind like yours.

Uh, that would be great.

Thank you.

Okay, you two go ahead.

Leah's probably out

on her nightly stroll.

I'm gonna see if I can find her.

Be sure and thank her too,

because what she did for us

couldn't have been easy.

- I will, Mom.

- Okay.

All right.

- Hey!

- Hey.

Been looking all over for you.

Oh, I avoided town hall

on my walk tonight.

Didn't wanna see

anything I shouldn't.

Right, right.

I'm not sure

I've said thank you.

No records are broken yet.

Manage your expectations.

Think Rudolph.

It's just I know how hard

this is hard for you.

You don't like

to stretch the rules.

Frankly,

I'm still wondering why you did.

Can I tell you something?

Sure.

I have never witnessed a single

successful record attempt.

You're kidding.

Not one.

What about witnessing

the impossible?

Never have.

Well, Saint Drexel

is gonna change all that.

I hope so.

You know, I think Saint Drexel

is changing me.

How is it,

one little, small town

can get under your skin

so easily?

- Well, it's a condition.

- Oh.

Yeah, yeah.

I've got it too.

No cure.

Well, please tell me

there's at least a treatment.

I mean, otherwise,

how will I go home?

Stay.

At least until Christmas.

There you go.

You just witnessed

a successful attempt

to kiss you.

Oh.

I've been trying

to do it for days.

Talk about impossible.

I don't have my stopwatch, but,

I don't think

that was nearly long enough.

Mm?

And in just five hours,

the entire town of Saint Drexel

will try to pedal its way

into world record history.

Take it from this reporter.

You will not find a place

more full of Christmas spirit

than this wonderful town...

Oh, Jin!

Jin, I'm leaving!

Jin.

Nell believes

the children of Saint Drexel

should know

that Santa came to see the town

break the record.

Besides,

I can't even see the beard.

I can just feel it.

Okay, I know

you resigned already,

but, honestly, I must be

the worst trainer of all time.

Look at you in this get up!

If this isn't the furthest thing

from impartial...

Hey, hey, hey.

You're a great adjudicator.

I used to be.

I don't know

what's gotten into me.

Okay, how's this?

After years of working

the Christmas b*at,

you finally wanted to see

a record succeed.

No.

You wanted to see Devan succeed.

And Nell.

And all of Saint Drexel.

Hey.

There should be no rules when it

comes to helping people, Leah.

I see The Rudolph Rule

had zero effect on you.

All these wild

and crazy expectations.

I know.

Isn't it great?

It really is.

Come on.

Give Santa a hug.

Mm.

Mm.

And, no need to tell Santa

what you want

for Christmas this year.

I already know.

- What does that mean?

- Come on.

I've seen the way you and Devan

look at each other.

Rule follower?

Yes.

Subtle?

Not so much.

Come on.

- All right.

- Come on.

All good to go, boss.

Great!

Five minutes, folks!

Five minutes!

Are you comfortable?

It's a long time

to sit and watch.

I'm fine.

I'm excited for you.

You cannot kiss the adjudicator.

It is a clear violation

of The Wiseman Rule.

Brazen bribery.

Well, a real wise man

would insist on a kiss.

- Oh?

- Yeah.

But in these circumstances,

I come bearing a secret,

not a bribe.

Ooh.

Do tell.

- Okay, Leah Hoffman...

- Mm-hm.

Is not a Scrooge.

Uh-uh.

She's smart.

She's beautiful.

She has a fantastic laugh.

Ah?

And, her Christmas cookies

are to die for.

But, she is no Scrooge.

Three minutes!

Three minutes!

And no matter what happens,

I will never, ever, forget

what you did for Saint Drexel.

Go get on a bike.

First shift.

And last!

It's gonna be a long night.

Hey.

- Uh, Leah?

- Leah.

How could you allow this?

Jin appears to be

a full-fledged participant

in this record breaking attempt.

Well, he...

He has violated

so many Bureau rules.

I'm forced

to terminate him immediately,

so we don't jeopardize

this town's chances

of breaking a record.

- No, he...

- Don't cover for him.

I saw it on the news.

I'm sorry, Jin.

No junior adjudicator

can risk the reputation

of the Bureau like this...

It's all my fault.

No.

Leave Leah out of this.

Okay, I take full responsibility

for all the rule breaking,

and, I accept your f*ring.

Merry Christmas, Doug.

What in the world is going on?

- Doug, I...

- Did you break the rules too?

Leah.

Can you look me in the eye

and tell me that you

followed the rules explicitly?

No.

Very well.

Hand me the stopwatch.

We'll handle this at the office.

- You are my best adjudicator.

- But the town...

I will adjudicate this record

breaking attempt myself,

so that their attempts

are not deemed null and void.

You know you need to get

far away from Saint Drexel.

A senior adjudicator cannot

appear to have undue influence.

It looks very bad

for the Bureau.

Pack your suitcase

and go home immediately.

We'll talk in Chicago.

Five, four, three...

two, one!

WoCome on!

You can do it!

Come on!

Keep going!

You can do it!

Hey, how are we feeling,

Mr. Jenkins?

Yeah, so-so?

Hey.

What's up?

Hi.

Who are you and where's Leah?

I am Doug,

and I sent her home to Chicago.

Sorry.

What?

Well, you should be happy I did.

This whole thing

would have been jeopardized

if she had stayed

in Saint Drexel.

She... she left?

She...

Well, she had to.

Can't break the Bureau's rules.

Hey, uh, Leah, call me.

At least let me know

you got to Chicago safely.

Uh, hey.

Devan.

- I have to go.

- Go?

We're so close

to breaking the record.

- You have to see it.

- I'm gonna have to miss it.

I can't jeopardize

the town's chances.

You know I don't care

about the record right now.

Well, you have to.

I have a feeling that tourists

are gonna come from far and wide

to watch you light up that tree

using bicycles

for many years to come.

I mean, really.

What is more fun than that?

You did it.

Your hard work paid off.

You wanna know

what my real best-worst is?

For real?

Once I decide I'm in,

I am all in.

No matter what.

When I was in Boston,

I treated people,

but I overworked

to the point of exhaustion.

Here in Saint Drexel,

I would do anything

for my patients,

but, in the process,

I... I put

my own happiness aside.

Now, somehow,

in the last three weeks,

I became all in with you.

And, for the first time

in my life

I felt like

it was possible to be...

Now, I... I... I see that

you don't feel the same.

No, Devan, I...

How could you even leave

without saying goodbye to me,

or at least telling me?

I had to.

The rules state that if I was...

Yeah, you know what?

That...

That is your best-worst.

You are conscientious

to the extreme.

You are diligent and meticulous,

but, you keep adjudicating

your whole life like this,

you are gonna miss so much.

'Cause, Leah...

Sometimes the real joy is found

outside the boundaries.

Devan, this isn't about me.

And we are five hours in

and the energy here

is still electric.

Literally.

I don't know

if you can feel the excitement

on your TVs at home,

but in a matter of minutes

Saint Drexel will have broken

a holiday world record.

- Yes!

- WoWoo!

And with tomorrow

being Christmas Eve,

I don't think you'll

find a better example

of community, cooperation,

Christmas spirit,

and holiday joy

than in this little town.

- Yeah!

- Five minutes, five minutes!

Five, five!

We gotta get on there.

- Okay.

- Go, go, go!

May I have a try, honey?

Hey?

Yeah.

Atta, girl.

Okay.

Come on.

Keep goin'.

Keep goin', okay.

Josie, will you marry me?

Of course!

Congratulations, you two.

Leah?

What are you doing?

You are harming

this whole town's chances

of breaking this record.

Well, I was hoping

I could watch.

From a distance.

I just don't understand.

Why are you jeopardizing

your whole career like this?

Well, I've never seen

a successful attempt,

and I want to.

Not to mention,

I would never have seen

Scott and Josie get engaged

if I was following the rules.

I would have completely missed

a beautiful moment.

Leah, it's just

another Christmas

in just another town.

You'll be somewhere

entirely different next year.

You and I both know, your job

is a very important one.

Wait.

What did you just say?

The Christmas b*at.

It's a very important job.

You know what, Doug?

Sometimes you have to leave

an important job

to live an important life.

I quit.

Wait.

What?

You'll have to find

another person

to adjudicate Christmas,

because from now on,

I'm gonna celebrate it.

Well, yeah, but...

Twenty seconds!

Twenty seconds!

Keep pedaling!

Keep pedaling!

- Keep pedaling!

- We're almost there!

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three, two,

one.

The town of Saint Drexel

has just successfully broken

its second world record

35 years to the day

after breaking its first!

Thank you, racers!

Congratulations.

Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you.

We wish you

a merry Christmas

We wish

you a merry Christmas

We wish you a merry Christmas

and a happy new year

We wish you

a merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, Leah.

Merry Christmas, Nell.

Good tidings we bring

to you and your kin

Good tidings for Christmas

and a happy new year

We wish you

a merry Christmas

We wish

you a merry Christmas

We wish you

a merry Christmas

And a happy new year

Congratulations, everybody.

I thought you were gone.

Not a chance.

I wanted to see

a world record broken.

And you did.

And, I didn't wanna

miss the opportunity

to tell you a few things.

- Mm-hm?

- Mm.

I called my parents tonight

and I asked them

to come stay with me

on Christmas Day.

All of us together.

We'll see how it goes.

Yeah, it'll be great.

Hey, good for you.

But, on New Year's Eve,

you're all mine.

Well, I'm definitely free.

I have no job, no plan,

and no idea what's next.

Wow.

It's the best-worst place to be.

And, one thing I know,

I am all in.

Well, that is incredible news,

because, well,

there's a few world records

- I'm thinking about breaking.

- Wait.

You can't possibly wanna break...

Uh, just... just one.

How long was that world's

longest mistletoe kiss again?

Mm, 46 hours.

Not nearly long enough.
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