03x18 - A Rocket X-Mas

[bunniefuu]

♪ We are riders on a mission ♪

♪ Action kids in play position. ♪

♪ We are riders on a mission ♪

♪ Action kids in fun condition. ♪

♪ Prepare to count down. ♪

And with that,

the Rocket family Christmas traditions

have officially begun.

[quietly]: Do we actually like this stuff?

I wouldn't know.

Every year Dad buys it for me,

and every year I dump it in the trash.

You know, I remember the first Christmas

we came down here in...

Whoa...

Whoa...

A classic ten-foot longboard.

Man's greatest invention to-date.

Whoa.

Hello, Dad?

Come back to us.

Go away from the light.

Oh, snap.

Look at that longboard.

It's tight, huh?

The tightest.

Unfortunately, so is my wallet.

Oh, well.

Oh, got to go.

Got to get the supplies

for tonight's annual Rocket Christmas Paper Chain Party.

Oh... right.

So, uh, we're still doing that?

You bet.

Don't worry, Reg.

I know how much

you kids look forward to it.

See you then.

Whoa.

Paper chain party?

Didn't we that, like, four years ago?

I wish.

What's up with the dog, Twist?

I'm walking her for Mrs. Maze

while she does her Christmas shopping.

Dude, couldn't you baby-sit a cooler dog?

Oh, yeah?

Check this out.

Fifi, up.

Sit up.

Come on, girl, sit up.

Play dead.

Come on!

Play dead!

Not exactly Lassie, is she?

Well, at least I'm getting bucks for taking care of her.

No way!

An Andrew Jackson just to watch a dog?

That's sweet!

Sure-- a lot of people need dog walkers

this time of year.

Otto, we can walk dogs, too,

and make some serious coin.

We have three whole days

to cash in on the Christmas rush.

Yeah...

I could get new trucks for my board

or nice pegs for my bike.

Or we could get Dad the surfboard.

Or three dozen of those sticky hands from the gum machine.

Or we could get Dad the surfboard.

Or we could get Dad the surfboard

and this will be the most wicked, sick Christmas ever.

[barks]

[men talking]

Now, gentlemen,

as you know, each year

this mall chooses the Santa's helper

who we think best represents the big guy himself,

to make an appearance at the Mayor's Christmas Eve Ball.

That means I have three days to turn you sorry sacks of coal

into something you can be proud of.

Makani!

Yes, sir.

You want to be the mayor's Santa?

Yes, sir! It would be an honor.

It would be a miracle is what it would be.

Are you eyeballing me, boy?

Don't you eyeball me, Makani.

I got ears.

And my ears hear

that you've added the word "bruddah" to your "ho-ho-ho."

Is that correct?

Well, yeah, bruddah.

I... I mean sir.

Uh, sometimes I...

There is no "bruddah" in "ho-ho-ho."

Got it?

The laugh is "ho-ho-ho."

That's it.

REGGIE: Uh-huh, we can pick up Spot

first thing in the A.M.

Uh-huh, you pay when we drop him back off.

Yes, yes, we can accommodate a vegetarian diet.

Yes! Got another one!

All these dogs.

Man, we're going to be rolling in it.

What did I say?

Reg, look at this Santa.

You made it when you were only five years old.

[giggles nervously]

H-hard to believe, huh, Dad?

You know, this is the first Christmas

I'll be able to buy junk for all the Rodriguezes.

And I can finely get my mom

the new weed butcher

with the -foot extension cord

and all the attachments!

You sure that's what she wants?

Who wouldn't?

Uh...

A little help here.

[grunting]

Dang-- what's in here, Raymundo,

the Christmas brick?

The display for the roof.

I put in an extra circuit just to handle the wattage.

Reg, is that you on Santa's lap with no teeth?

Uh, no, that's some other girl

who looks remarkably like me...

with her picture in our family album.

Who's that baby crying next to you?

RAYMUNDO: Uh, that's Otto.

I remember that Christmas like it was yesterday.

I'm sure you do,

and we'd love to hear about it,

but we got to walk some dogs.

Otto! Reg! Don't forget--

tonight's the Rocket Christmas

Gingerbread Village Construction Party.

Don't worry, Dad.

We'll be there.

RAYMUNDO: Great.

And afterwards we can all sing the Kringle Dingle song

and dance the Antler Dance.

OTTO: Can't wait.

Thanks for walking Byron, man.

Here's his leash and his scrunchie.

He's very versatile.

Anything special we need to know about Officer Zeke?

If he sees a crime in progress,

he may go after the perp.

So I would avoid bank robberies.

Now, you take darn good care with Rex.

He's a pure-bred wiener dog.

Oh, and remember to keep him

in that cutie-pootie sweater I made.

He doesn't like to go out without it.

Clyde is an extremely disciplined guard dog.

I've trained him to be strong, alert,

and when necessary, deadly.

He looks about as deadly as a sand flea.

This dog-walking thing

is going to be a piece of cake.

Heel, boy.

Otto! Help me!

[dog growling]

One, two, three,

pull!

You think Officer Zeke will fine himself for littering?

Byron, get back here!

Reg, walk the greyhound for a while?

My legs feel like rubber.

Don't tell me walking a little, old dog

is too extreme for you, Sammy.

Easy for you to say.

You got the basset hound.

That guy goes from zero to ten in two days.

Wait-- where's my miniature poodle?

I think it went poop-doggy-dog back here.

And it's not so miniature.

Aw, great-- we have to clean that up.

No,wedon't.

Youdo.

[groans]

Oh, gross.

[growling]

[barking]

Down, boy!

Whoa!

OTTO: Byron, stay!

Stay, boy, stay!

I am so b*at right now.

I could crash until New Year's.

Oh, me, too.

Well, maybe Dad forgot

about the whole Christmas deal

and went to bed early.

["Good King Wenceslas" being played on bass]

Hey, guys.

Hours and hours of Christmas fun await.

♪ It's time to sing a Christmas song ♪

♪ Do a holly-jolly dance ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm in my jingle slippers ♪

♪ And my matching reindeer pants. ♪

Yeah!

Can you believe Raymundo?

If we hadn't cut out,

we'd still be building that gingerbread metropolis.

You think he bought the food poisoning story?

Hey, guys, feeling okay?

Uh, yeah.

Much better now.

Great, because it's TV night tonight!

Who could resist the magical charms

of Pinky Pixie, the loneliest elf?

I can.

That show's for babies.

Besides, we have too much to do today.

We got to find a way to bail.

Look, Otto, for whatever reason,

this Christmas stuff is important to Dad,

and if he wants us to watch Pinky Pixie, the stupid, lonely elf,

then we will!

Wow, I thought Iwas cranky.

This drill will simulate the presence

of an actual child subject.

Commence... merriment!

Hi, little girl.

Have you been good?

No! You don't have all day

to sit around and chitchat.

This thing could have gone off by now!

I'll show you how it's done.

Attention, child.

If your behavior has been acceptable this year,

Santa will bring to your residence

an educational phonics game or a calculator.

Now, drop down

and give me ten ladies dancing, Makani.

[Otto grunting]

OTTO: I know this goes against your nature,

but stay!

Reg, how close are we to having the money for Dad's board?

This dog walking thing is getting old fast.

Not close enough.

Stay, stay, stay!

Sam, give me some beef jerky.

Go, go, go!

Whoa...

Woo-hoo-hoo!

I'm so stoked!

I think I just invented mutt-boarding.

Are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?

Been there, thunk that.

Whoa, this is awesome.

See you.

Wouldn't want to be you.

What up, Otto-man?

Dog walking-- not just for losers anymore!

Come on, Miguelito.

You can do it.

[panting]

Whoa!

TWISTER: Andale!

Andale, andale.

REGGIE: Mutt-boarding is totally sweet.

Yeah! It almost feels wrong

that we're getting paid for it.

We only have one more day left.

Are we going to make it?

Well, it'll be close,

but one more day like today and we should.

I can't wait to see Dad's face

when he sees that board.

Dad! Oh, no.

We already missed half of the Pinky Pixie show.

No way! Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't youtellme?

[door opens]

[panting]

Sorry we're so late, Dad.

Sorry, Dad!

You missed the show.

Aw, man.

Don't worry, Dad.

We'll catch it next year.

Won't have to; I taped it.

You tapedPinky Pixie's Big Christmas Flapadoozy?

Yep.

I'll go heat up the cocoa, you start the VCR.

Hi!

I'm Pinky, the loneliest little elf in the world.

What if people at school knew I was watching this?

I'm in fifth grade--

I have a reputation to protect!

Mute this thing, already.

PINKY [on TV]: ...all alone on Christmas...

[in funny voice]: Don't be mean,

I'm your bestest friend.

[in funny voice]: I don't think you want

a throw down with Snow and Blow--

he knows Kung Fu.

Wait, here's where they sing

that lame-o song.

Turn it up!

What do you mean, "lame-o song?"

That's a classic.

Look, guys, I know you're busy,

but it's Christmas time,

and Christmas is about family traditions.

Uh, but, Dad...

No "buts," Reg.

We're going to rewind the tape and watch the show,

and tomorrow we're going to the mall

to get your pictures taken with one of Santa's helpers

like we always do.

Dad!

Dad, give this Christmas stuff a rest.

A rest?

Look, I'm doing all this for you guys!

But if you don't care about Christmas, fine!

Why can't you just take our picture here

with Tito in his Santa suit?

Because that's not what Rockets do at Christmas!

Forget it.

Do whatever you want.

Me?

I'm going to drink apple cider--

by myself--

and do my own puppet show!

What is up with him?

It's like he's gone agro because we're not into

these old-school traditions.

Don't worry.

When he sees the present we got him,

he'll be so stoked he'll forget all about this holiday junk.

I hope you're right, Rocket boy.

I hope you're right.

When you set out

to become Santa's helpers,

you only had a pom-pom hat and a dream.

And today-- with a few exceptions--

you're some of the best and the brightest I've ever seen.

But only one of you can be chosen for the Mayoral Ball.

Congratulations, Peterson--

you're a fine example of Father Christmas.

Sir, yes, sir.

Ho-ho-ho.

On Dasher and Dancer, sir.

I thank you all and wish you a Merry Christmas.

You are dismissed.

Sorry I let you down, big guy.

[dog barking]

Where have you been?

Where's Sam and Twister?

They bailed-- Sam had to pick up that weed butcher,

and Twist had this big family thing

with his gazillion cousins.

The upside is it means more money for us.

[sighs]

We'll need it.

You said we were almost there.

We were until Rex took a leak

on Humphry's award-winning light display;

it shorted out

and the whole thing went up in smoke--

and half of Dad's board money with it.

No way!

If we can't give Raymundo the longboard,

Christmas is ruined.

Don't freak, Otto.

If we collect on Sam and Twister's jobs,

by the end of the day we'll have enough.

End of the day?

Reg, it's Christmas Eve.

The store closes early.

We'll make it... I hope.

[dogs barking]

Hi, I'm Pinky,

the loneliest little elf

in the world.

It's terrible to be all alone...

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah-- Pinky Pixie doesn't seem so lame anymore.

I feel bad.

Dad's sitting home all alone on Christmas Eve

and we're off working.

Don't remind me.

I feel guilty enough as it is.

Oh, my gosh-- it's almost :.

Let's return the dogs and get Dad's board

before we ruin the rest of Christmas.

Good idea.

And take this.

You'll be right by the store

after you drop off Byron.

No dawdling!

No kidding.

Well, hello there, Rocket dork.

You up for a race?

Rain check me; I'm in kind of a hurry right now.

Oh, I get it.

You're chicken.

Yeah-- moo, moo.

A chicken says, "moo."

Chicken?

Puh-lease.

Try busy.

Right-- too busy

to have my dogs whup your sissy dogs.

First one to the Christmas tree lot wins.

I'm taking you down, bro.

[groans]

Hey!

Get off me.

Adios,sucker!

OTTO: Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa...

[dogs barking, leashes dragging on ground]

[slurping]

Aren't you supposed to be Santa-ing somewhere?

Nope.

I'm afraid this chestnut

has been roasted on an open fire, bruddah.

You know, my dad and his dad were Santa's helpers...

and my Uncle Kemo and my Auntie Pringle...

[sighs]

All I wanted was to continue the great Makani tradition

of Santa's helpers.

I know what you mean about traditions.

Ho-ho.

Want to come sit on Santa's lap

and tell him all about it?

BOTH: Nah.

Kiddies don't want to do the Christmas thing?

I just wish I could get them

to understand what's really important.

But first, I think you need

to figure that one out for yourself.

[slurping]

Candy cane?

Make it a double.

[dogs barking]

I can't believe you, Otto.

How are we going to find all these dogs?

And no dogs, no money.

No money, no board!

You have singlehandedly ruined Christmas!

What was I supposed to do, not take the challenge?

Not race Lars and have him think I was a wuss?

Don't answer that.

BOTH: Sam!

We need your help, Squid.

We lost some of the dogs.

No, problem.

We've got "LoDog."

I anticipated such a catastrophe,

so I fitted each dog with a tracking device.

Awesome.

You the man, Squid.

Read about it inTech Nerd Monthly.

SAM [on radio]: I've got two of them headed south,

and one northwest on Canton Street.

I'm on it.

Let's split up and meet back at the Shack.

[barks]

I don't see him, Sammy.

He should be right there.

Oh, wait--

check behind the tree.

Feliz Navidad,Tito.

Got to go.

[dog whining]

What's that, girl?

[whining]

The kids are chasing dogs all over town

and they won't make it to the surfboard store on time,

and Christmas will be a bust?

Oh, no!

We got to do something.

REGGIE: He's the last one, Otto.

Hurry up, we've got seven minutes left

to get to the store before it closes!

OTTO: Where are the rest of them?

Get on, we can make it to the board shop.

Ho-ho-ho, boy, we better hurry.

But, Tito, we still haven't been paid

by the rest of the customers.

Yeah, we won't have enough money.

Santa took care of everything;

your customers are meeting you there.

Dash away, dash away, dogs.

Bust a move!

Ho-ho-ho-ho.

Ho-ho-ho-ho.

Hey,Mele Kalikimaka.

Merry Christmas!

[people cheering]

On, Fifi, on, Zeke!

TITO: Let's move!

He-haw!

Merry Christmas, man.

MAN: Merry Christmas.

[dogs barking]

Oh, yay!

Sixty seconds, Otto!

I'm done, Reg.

Where's the money sack?

Oh, no, it must have...

Otto, no!

[sighs]

Not now, boy.

Yes!

All right.

Good boy, Byron,

good boy.

I think I figured you all wrong, Makani.

By the look of things, I'd say you're a natural.

How'd you like to come down to the Mayor's Ball

and sit in Santa's chair?

You mean it?

What about Peterson?

He's done it nine years in a row.

Time for a change, don't you think?

BOTH: Merry Christmas, Raymundo.

Why are you wearing those hats?

It's Christmas Eve.

And this is what the Rockets do on Christmas Eve.

I've been thinking about that and...

So have we.

We're sorry we messed up everything.

You were right, Dad,

Christmas is all about traditions.

Not exactly.

You see...

I kept those traditions going all these years

because your mom loved them so much when you were little.

But I think what really mattered to Mom

was that we spend time together as a family.

The longboard from the window?

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Step away from the light, Dad.

But... how?

Let's just say this Christmas went to the dogs.

[laughs]

Wow, it's really great.

And I've got something for you guys, too.

I was saving them

until I felt that you were old enough.

Whoa.

Those were your mom's.

That's a gold coin from a sunken ship

off the coast of Barbados.

Mom found it on one of her scuba diving expeditions.

Whoa.

And, Reg?

That's the first prize Mom ever won

in a surf contest.

She couldn't resist a challenge.

It's the best present ever.

Ditto.

I think it's about time

the Rockets started a new Christmas tradition.

BOY: Moo, moo, a chicken says, "moo."