02x06 - Wanga Banga Langa

[bunniefuu]

[Edie] What's the status?

[Hugo] I'm tracking something.
It's the sleigh.

[Noel] Hugo, I need to know if Santa
and the missus are safe.

Why is the North Pole not back online?

I'm trying my best, okay?

Your best ain't cutting it, kid.

Listen, I've never been
in a scenario like this.

Not even during my exams
in the Muffins Institute of Technology.

Thank goodness. You know, I was
worried we might go another 30 seconds

without Hugo mentioning he went to MIT.

Guys, don't let the stress get to you.

- What should I do here?
- Why are you asking her?

Oh, yeah. I-I forgot you were back.

- I don't want you talking to her anymore.
- Sorry, honeybuns.

She means nothing to me.

Sorry, paper honeybuns.

[sighs]
Technically I'm still on Kribble Krabble,

which means you're still officially
the Head Elf.

You have to decide what to do.

But I'll biff it. I always do.

No, I left you
with an impossible situation.

The vortexes are back online!
You did it, Hugo!

[shouting]
Then why can't I see Santa right now?

We're gonna have a conversation later

about how you communicate
when you're stressed.

[systems power up]

- Best friend!
- [Mad Santa laughing]

They're no friends of ours.

[Mad Santa, Olga laughing]

No. For a menacing laugh,
you have to be down lower. Down low.

[in low voice] Meet me down here. [laughs]

- Try it again.
- [Olga laughs low]

- Yes! [laughing]
- [Olga laughing]

<i>We'll just keep working on it.</i>

You have to admit,
the laugh does sound better.

[laughing continues]

They're headed straight for us.
Shut down the vortexes!

No!

Let them come.

They want another fight?

They got one.

[theme playing]

[choir harmonizing]

{\an8}["Jingle Bells" plays]

- [Carol exclaims]
- [Scott] Whoa. [chuckles]

- Are you all right?
- Oh! Yeah.

- All right.
- Hey. Ooh.

- Yes!
- Ooh. Santa Blaster didn't make it.

- Ooh. This way.
- Okay.

- [Scott grunts]
- Are your Santa Senses telling you

where Cal and Magnus Antas might be?

Yeah. [sighs]

In here but some-- [sighs]

- Something doesn't feel right.
- Okay.

Keep your eyes out.

- Okay. He's-he's close. He's close.
- What was Cal thinking coming here?

He did this to impress me, honey.
This is on me.

[gasps] Oh.

No, no, no, no, no!

- Oh, my God! Scott, is he dead? [panting]
- Oh. Oh.

No, no, no. [stammers]

Oh. He's--
They just turned him into a nutcracker.

The last person they turned
into a nutcracker

was stuck in there for 700 years!

- Get him out of there!
- I'll get him out of it.

- All right, stand back. Here we go.
- [panting] Okay.

[breathing deeply, grunting]

- Okay, go.
- Scott! Fix this now!

You know what? Get him down gently.

- We'll take him to La Befana.
- Right.

- She can figure this out.
- Okay.

- It's gonna be fine.
- Right.

Hi, baby. Mommy and Daddy are here,
and we've got you.

- What about this guy?
- What? Oh.

Hey, you okay?

[gasps]

[Scott grunting]

[glass shatters]

[Scott grunts]

Santa? [chuckles]

Kris. [chuckles]

[chuckles] Tho-Those eyes!

I'll never forget the moment
those baby blues met my baby browns.

Listen, the guys that put you in here,

do you remember anything
about where they were going?

- Mrs. Claus! [chuckles]
- [chuckles] Yeah.

- You were my first crush!
- Do you want me to keep him taped up?

No. Hey, Kris.

Our kids and the North Pole are in danger,

and we need to get back there
as soon as possible.

- Really? Because, truth be told...
- [Carol] Yeah.

...I-I had my doubts about the other Santa
and his really cruel gnome.

Uh, they've been plotting
a-and doing all kinds of bad stuff.

- Yeah.
- What bad stuff?

Oh. Thank you for asking.

Uh, for example, they've been ordering
a lot of movies on demand,

and I have all the streaming services.

[stammers]
Can you get reimbursed for that?

- Yeah, I'll figure it out later.
- [Carol] Okay.

We think that Magnus Antas
is on his way to the North Pole

to end Scott's reign and reinstate himself
as the one true Santa.

I-I-I'm really sorry.

Th-They had me believing
that he was the real Santa.

[sighs] D-Do I look gullible?

Because a-a toddler once told me that.

- Listen, I gotta think this thing through.
- Okay.

You know what it is?
I'm sure Mad Santa took my sleigh.

- How do you know that?
- Because that's exactly what I would do.

- Okay.
- Oh, well-well-well,

if a sleigh is the only problem,
I-I got you covered.

[Kris] Hey, all right. Here it is,
you guys. Okay. [grunting] Man.

[sighs] Just make sure you make
a lot of noise when you get inside

'cause, uh, there's squirrels that live
in it and they att*ck when surprised.

- Squirrel! [laughing]
- [chuckles] Ooh.

- [chuckles] Hey, always funny.
- Ooh.

How about reindeer?
We need something to pull it.

I got reindeer too.

[Noel] Let's go, elves.

I need eyes on Santa and the missus,
pronto!

Um, sir.

You know, when you gave your speech, uh,
"They want a w*r, let's give it to 'em."

I-It was really inspiring.
It gave me goose bumps.

There's going to be a "but."

But, I wasn't here back then
when it happened,

and I'm more of a numbers elf.

He's right. It's not safe here for him.

Or anyone else.

I want you to take the elves
to a safe place away from here.

Uh, Edie can do that.
I wanna stay here with you.

You've got the biggest target
on your back.

Trust me. I've got this.

- Noel, I--
- [shushes]

You don't need to say it.

I know you love me.

I do.

But I was just gonna say I really wish
I didn't have to go with Gary.

- [computer beeps]
- [scoffs]

So, um, how do you make it fly?

[Scott] A little, uh--

Little Santa magic.

[Scott inhales deeply]

[exhales]

Okay. Come on. Go, go, go.

[reindeer creaks, whinnies]

- Hey, look at that.
- [Carol] Good job, sweetie.

Hope we have enough for the trip.

Hey, c-- Uh. Can I go with you guys?

- [Carol] Oh! You know...
- [Scott] Uh.

...there is a really good chance
this might not work, right?

Yeah. I mean, even if we got
over the Arctic Ocean,

I don't know if I have enough power
to b*at Mad Santa.

[sighs]

You know, guys, it's just that I--
I-I devoted my whole life

to-to Christmas and-and Santa!

And-And what was it all for
if not for this moment?

[chuckles]

- Let's do it.
- [chuckling]

[Carol] Absolutely.

Okay, but grab some snacks.
I don't like stopping.

You got it! Oh, man!

[laughing]

I get to go! I get to go!

There's a secret passage up ahead
that leads to the old ice caves,

which can take us to safety.

Olga's going to sniff us out
wherever we go.

You're right.

No one's safe if they're around me.

Where are you going?
Noel said we need to stick together.

[sighs] I need to finish something
I started 712 years ago.

You're in charge until I'm back.

[Edie sighs] Okay, elves.

There's a new sheriff in town.

Has she had that with her the whole time?

[sleigh bells jingling]

We shouldn't have left Sandra alone.

I don't want to think about that
right now.

Holy crap!
Are-Are-Are those icebergs down there?

Oh, man!
This is the greatest moment of my life!

I-- I mean, I'm worried about Sandra too.

Uh, uh, plus we gotta get Cal back to
a situation where he's not made of wood.

- Yeah.
- Oh. [chuckles]

Hey, is that a-- [retches, coughs]

[groans] I think I swallowed a bug.

[wind howling]

- [Mad Santa growls]
- [Olga sighs]

[both] Home.

Oh, yes. I can-- I can feel myself
getting stronger already.

[exhales, groans]

Let's summon the gnomes.

[horn blows]

- [sighs] Here's the plan.
- [horn blows in distance]

When the gnomes arrive,
they're gonna be rusty.

But after weeks of fierce training--

None of that matters.

Once I get my amulet back,
I'll be indestructible.

And I left a little present for you
in the sleigh,

for your friend, Betty.

[chuckles, pants]

Elves!

- [Scott] Sandra--
- [gasps] Freeze spell.

It's my family. It's my family.
It's not Mad Santa.

[chuckles] Oopsie.

- [Scott groans] Oh.
- Sweetheart.

Wait, I'm sorry. You say, "Freeze spell"
when you're doing a freeze spell?

Well, normally it goes,

"Becalm this being's blood and soul,

rest their flesh like a stillborn foal."

But I like to do a little bit
of a shortcut for my favorites--

Oh, fun. I would love
to hear more about that later,

but right now Mad Santa is back.

And we have other problems
than the North Pole.

He turned Cal into a nutcracker.

Buddy. Oh, my God.

- That's Cal!
- Our son is a nutcracker.

Can you turn him back?

- Un-transformation spells...
- [Scott] Yes.

...are very difficult and dangerous.

- [grunting]
- What?

Don't ask.

I don't have the ability
to undo his spell.

[Kris laughing]

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just-- [chuckles]
I know this isn't the right time,

but I cannot believe
I am standing in front of La Befana!

[La Befana, Kris chuckling]

I learned Italian
just to read all about you.

[chuckles]
What is this dork doing in my house?

Okay. Focus!
Is Cal going to be a nutcracker forever?

No, I didn't say that.

I said I don't have the skills
to transform him back into a boy.

But there is a more powerful witch
who can.

Again, always speaking in riddles.

No. No. I-- I can't. I--

I'm sorry. No.

The un-transformation spell
requires more magic than I have,

but Sandra has an ability
I've never seen before.

She can harness the magic around her.

[Sandra] Okay.

Where do I get this magic from?

- Magnus Antas's amulet.
- What?

Okay. You know how I have my big stick,
and you have your coat.

But Mad Santa was very secretive.

I don't know what his amulet was.

He couldn't have had it
when I turned him into a nutcracker,

which means it must still be
at the North Pole.

If you could get to it, you should be able
to reverse the spell on Cal.

Unless Mad Santa finds it first.

Obviously, that's what I was implying.

Okay! It's time to go!

- What are we waiting for? Let's go.
- We gotta move. Move.

[Mad Santa] 700 years.



[sighs]

And this. What the devil is this?

Everyone knows the Earth is flat.

Guys, guys, I-I-- I feel him.
He's cl-- He's close. He's close.

Listen, I gotta get dressed.
Full Santa gear ready for battle.

You guys, you gotta find that amulet.

And you. Just try to stay out of the way.

[chuckling]

Holy moly.

[laughing]

I-- I-I can't believe
I'm in the real North Pole!

[Olga breathes heavily]

Bethina. [growls]

Olgalockilus.

[imitates sword whooshing]

[Olga chuckles] A toy sword?

This is going to be easy.

Let's go!

- [Olga growls]
- [Betty grunts]

Well, well, well.

[Mad Santa] Well, well, well.

Welcome to the North Pole, Magnus Antas.

Got quite a history.

Yes. And you have none.

Scott whatever-your-name-is.

I see you've brought your little
wooden boy with you. How sweet.

All due respect, you're at my desk.

No. This is my desk.

Actually, my name is right there.

It says "Santa."
Not "Weird Ancient Creep."

Well, joke's on you,
because I just used my Santa magic,

which I have,
because I'm the one true Santa,

to adjust the nameplate.

So you have just affirmed

that it is, in fact, my desk.

[both grunting, panting]

Actually, that's a cool toy.

Give it to me now!

[ice cracks, rumbles]

No. It's mine.

Make your own
if you want to play with one!

[screams]

What are you looking for?

I'm putting things back
the way they're supposed to be.

No. No. No. I want this over here.

And this over here.

I like it the way I have it.
The way you have everything stinks!

We had to make a lot of changes.

Lot more people than when you were Santa.

I have a question.
Where is my t*rture chamber?

Maybe you want to answer the question
about the rumors

that your bad hygiene up here
contributed to the big plague.

Yes, it's my fault that millions of kids

asked for rats with frothing mouths
that year.

A lot of people like the changes I've made
here at the North Pole.

We've got a lot more
natural light up here.

We've got an open floor plan.

There's everybody collaborating.

Open floor plans seem nice,
but they're stifling for introverts.

Hey. [sighs]

That's a nice belly,
but that's not a Santa belly.

This is a Santa belly.

[both screaming, grunting]

You know gnomes can't make toys!

- I want it!
- You want it? Take it!

[both grunting]

One day, I'll have something
you want to play with,

and I'm never gonna give it to you!
[screams, panting]

Hey! That's not fair! [screams]

[both grunting]

Sense any magic yet?

I mean, it's the North Pole.
There's magic everywhere.

Try to tap into what La Befana told you
about Mad Santa.

What would his magic amulet feel like?

Okay.

I feel something.

I can't really describe it,

but it almost feels like
the energy of the magic

that turned Cal into a nutcracker.

Where is it coming from?

That way.

You have a beard
that looks like flavorless cotton candy.

That's not even a good insult.

No, it's a very good insult, and you wish
you would have said it. It's very clever.

Are you gonna
carry your son around forever?

I don't think so.

Give it back.

No, I don't think I will.
Why don't you try to take him back?

[scoffs] Okay.

Oh, no.

Oh!

[groaning, sighs]

Oh, how sad.

Your human Santa magic is getting weaker
as mine gets stronger.

Give me back my son.

I will not.

- Give me back my son.
- No.

- Let go of my son.
- No.

Do not-- You're hurting my finger.
Ow, it's in the mouth!

- Look at that. A trebuchet.
- A trebuchet? I did not--

[grunts] You scoundrel.

[both grunting, panting]

[Olga grunts] You're not being nice!

[both grunting]

[both scream]

[both groan]

Ah, do you hear that? [laughs]

My gnomies approach.

And they will lay waste
to everything you find precious. [sighs]

We're here to support you.

I've waited 700 years for this.

att*ck!

Not you.

You.

Apologies for not being more clear
the first time.

What? How?

You are all part of the ancient
and noble clan, Gnome.

I have come today to your home
on the storied apex of the globe

to ask for togetherness,

to work towards something
bigger than ourselves.

Christmas.

Because Christmas is an idea,

not just a day.

Can't it be both?

[sighs] Grog, I'm building to something.

Sorry.

A week is too long to carry a grudge.

Yet we have done so for centuries.

If we can't let go of the past,

what hope do we have for our future?

Let us lay down our arms.

Not for me, but for yourselves,

and for the spirit of good
that you represent.

[gnomes muttering]

To Noel!

[all] To Noel! [clamoring]

Noel, I knew you were Head Elf material!

Well, this isn't turning out the way
I'd anticipated.

So now is a great time
to test a few things out.

What does that mean?

No, no. I followed an old trail.
It was here until a few minutes ago.

[sighs] Oh, look at this.
I told your father to use a coaster.

- S-- Seriously?
- [gasps]

[chuckles]

I know what the amulet is.

[chuckles] I-Is it the amulet?

I-I'm feeling an amulet vibe in the room,
but I-I can't quite see it.

Wait a minute.
Is that mug your all-powerful doodad?

I've been drinking out of that thing
for years.

Brought you some cocoa.

Shall I take a sip?

[slurps]

Wanga Banga Langa.

[chuckles]

[gasps]

[sighs]

Whoa.

[panting]

[laughing]

Ah, yes.

I forgot how incredible this amulet is.

My mind is sharper. My muscles are bigger.

I wish you could see them,
but the layers are too many.

- Scott!
- Dad.

- [Carol] Are you okay?
- [groans]

He has the... [pants] ...amulet.

I know. We were-- [sighs]
We were just talking about that.

There has been a shift in magic.

The Mad Santa has been reunited

- with his amulet.
- Mm-hmm.

[sighs] Oh, hello.

[Betty] Hey, get away from that.

What are you doing?

It's so-- so--
Is this where the elves make toys?

Yeah.

You know, if you want a toy sword so bad,
you can make one here.

Stop taunting me.

Have you ever even tried to make a toy?

Of course. Every gnome for centuries has.

But each time we do, instead of building
something just for fun,

we end up making something useful.

See?

What's a printer toner cartridge?

I don't know.

Listen, this isn't over yet.

You don't understand
that you're the lesser Santa?

Than you? Well, that's--
That's impossible.

[Mad Santa groans]

Santa is supposed to know
what every kid wants. Right?

Well, what about your son?

What about Cal? What does he want?

You wanted him to be the next Santa.

Is that what he wanted,
or is it what you wanted?

Seem to be at a loss for words.

So let me answer the question for you.

Cal wanted to be a kid.

He wanted to spend more time
with his girlfriend.

Any worthwhile Santa would know that.

Yes. Scott Calvin.

You not only failed humanity as Santa,

but you failed your son.

That's why I'm back.
Because I don't make silly human mistakes.

No. I'm the one true Santa.

- [sighs]
- La Befana,

you said Sandra needed more magic
to bring Cal back.

- Yes.
- What if she could tap into a little bit

of Christmas spirit in all of us

and combine that with hers?

No witch can do that!

A human witch...

Born at the North Pole...

Could do it.

What's going on? And why--
Why do you care?

What you may not know about humans,
although we're not perfect,

we do care about each other.

And more than that, we love our neighbors.

Something the King wanted us
to celebrate at Christmas.

[sighs] Somebody hand me
a piece of burlap. I have a tear.

But I don't think you know
who you're messing with.

[inhales sharply]

Think of everything merry in your lives.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Like, uh, your mom, Cal,
Charlie and his kids.

Okay. And your dad, and the elves.

Betty.

Soup.

Chip 'n Dale.

[inhales, exhales]

[grunts]

- [screams]
- Hmm.

- Grab the mug.
- [grunting, whimpering]

- Come here. [sighs]
- Come in.

Amulet, back to me. Amulet!

[groans, breathes heavily]

This time your reign of terror
really is over.

[sighs]

[Mad Santa] Santa?

If you're going to turn me into
a-a nutcracker, can you make it quick?

It's t*rture.

Actually, it was, like, the greatest nap
I've ever taken.

I don't feel bad at all. Oh.

- Oh. [grunts]
- Hey, hey.

- Hey. Now, listen.
- Hey. Whoa. You're okay.

Turning you into a nutcracker.

Santa to Santa,
I don't think that's what you need.

Really? [chuckles]

Well, you're a fool. But go on.

You're on the naughty list no matter what,
but I heard what you said about my son.

That means you know humans
very, very well.

There's good in there.

Buried deep in there.

I don't get you. What's your deal?

We just look at things differently.

I'm more of a I-don't-like-turning-
children-into-nutcrackers sort of guy.

I turned your printer toner cartridge
into a cool stealth spaceship.

How did you do that?

Think magical thoughts
and do exactly as I do with my hands.

First, grab a bit of this stuff,
a gob of this and a smidgen of that stuff.

It also helps if you hum.

Not a song though. Gibberish is best.

[humming]

It doesn't make sense that we're enemies.

We're both formidable beings
in positions of power.

Yet we're still beholden to the whims of...

Mmm, doofuses?

Headstrong bosses.

[sighs] I guess we're a lot alike.

How's this?

Well, we were making Koosh balls,
but a toaster is a great first step.

[chuckles]

Gary, did you put Magnus Antas in jail?

Does it look like something I could do?

He put himself in there.

- I'm werewolfing myself...
- [Carol] Oh.

...so I don't hurt anyone else ever again.

Diva.

You know, I spent centuries ruminating

on how I could take back the North Pole

and destroy all the other work
the Santas have done.

Yada... yada yada.

Now with none of that...

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

[whimpers]

I get it. Retirement's hard.

[whispering] Gave up my entire career to
be here. Never once complained, but sure.

I know your history.
And as Santas go, you were extraordinary.

Well, I-I--

Didn't you find joy in any of that?

You know, recently--

And I-- I know it's gonna sound stupid,

but when I was on stage at Santapolis,

hearing the roar
and the cheer of the crowd,

that gave me true joy.

You know my park was better with you.

Oh! You're here too.

[sighs] You know, um,
aside from all the threats,

it was the best time of my life.

I could always use a partner.

I would be honored.

But I get final say
of what goes into the show.

Deal.

We'll split the profits 70-30.



- 60-40.
- [Kris sighs]

- Hey, there you are.
- Oh.

Hey, how would you like an early
Christmas present from your old man?

- Really?
- Yeah, Mad Santa might have been right.

I was doing something for me trying
to make you the next Santa Claus.

My bad. So I wanna make it up to you.

Oh, man. I-- I can't wait then.
Is it an albino python?

Yeah, I put some clothes down on your bed.
You can keep guessing while you change.

All right, yeah.

[pop music plays]

What happened to the workshop?
All these balloons. This is amazing!

Well, Son, if you were in the real world,
you'd be at a prom.

You know, learning real invaluable skills
like how to do the worm dance

in an ill-fitting powder-blue rented tux.

So we decided

to bring the prom to you.

[vocalizing]

Oh. R-Riley.

Floofy.

<i>♪ If you leave, don't leave now ♪</i>

<i>♪ Please don't take my heart away ♪</i>

<i>♪ Promise me just one more night ♪</i>

<i>♪ Then we'll go our separate ways ♪</i>

<i>♪ We've always had time on our side ♪</i>

You know, I was worried
I'd never see you again.

Especially since you said
you'd never see me again.

Yeah, um, your dad did make
a pretty compelling case.

<i>♪ We've got to make it last ♪</i>

<i>♪ I touch you once ♪</i>

<i>♪ I touch you twice ♪</i>

Also, it's kind of hard to argue
with Santa Claus.

And I intend to be Santa Claus
for quite some time.

Because I know a young man that needs
to spend some time in the real world

with his girlfriend, going to college.

College? Okay.

Experiencing the best part of life,
so that he can make an informed decision

should he decide to become
the next Santa Claus.

Cal, um, I'm not exactly sure,
but I think he's talking about you!

- Really?
- Yeah.

- No way. Thank you. [chuckles]
- [laughs]

All right. Let's go.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

They are made for each other.

[whistles]

<i>♪ I need you now like I need you then ♪</i>

<i>♪ You always said we'd meet again ♪</i>

What is this?

Open it.

I don't believe anybody's ever given me
a gift before.

A w*apon.

I think it's a shoehorn.

Oh.

Consider this a parting gift.

What? No! I thought you were coming back
to Santapolis with me to manage my career.

That is my worst nightmare!

[sighs]

This is why we need to separate.

We encourage the most toxic elements
of each other's personalities.

Yes.

I am going to miss despising you.

[sighs] And I you.

<i>♪ You always said we'd meet again ♪</i>

<i>♪ Someday ♪</i>

[Kris laughing]

It's an elf band. [laughs]

- It's elves in a band! [laughing]
- [vocalizing]

So, how's it feel letting Cal go?

You know, it's, um, it's horrible.

I know it's the right thing to do,
but it doesn't make it any less painful.

- I completely understand.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I've been compensating by getting
overly involved in Sandra's life.

Hey, I could do that.

Oh, you're serious?

- La Befana.
- Oh, Santa.

I'm gonna talk to the others about
reinstating you to full Legendary status.

Oh! Uh, <i>grazie mille</i>, but no.

I like my life the way it is.

Plus I hate sitting in meetings.

But you have so much to offer the world.

I am more interested
in what I have to offer to you.

Did you tell your parents about
your latest accomplishment?

- No.
- No. What-- What happened?

I transformed the Easter Bunny
back to his normal self.

- [sighs] Yes! Yeah.
- Oh, Sandra, that's amazing!

How did he take it?

Not great.

I thought I've heard it all
being able to talk to animals.

I did learn some new words though.

[elf] Sir.

Excuse me.

You g-- Now?

- Hey.
- Is everything okay, Betty?

I'm afraid not.

My emergency breach of protocol
has expired,

so I need to return
to Kribble Krabble immediately.

Well, unless Santa grants an exception.

Noel, get my change-of-rules shoes. Wait.

- Wait a minute. I seem to have them on.
- [taps heels]

I can't let you do that, Santa.

Head Elves must be held to
the highest standard of behavior.

We used to say that was the only thing
separating us from the gnomes.

But we're friends now, so it's the only
thing separating us from the trolls.

Trolls.

Truth be told, I found the real world
insanely fascinating.

Though, a bit lacking.

I know what was wrong.

So do I. Noel wasn't with you.

Maybe this is time for you to take
that long overdue honeymoon, huh?

We'd sure miss you though. [chuckles]

Don't be sad, Santa.

- Hmm.
- [Noel] Oh, my gosh.

I won't be able to call you Santa
for a whole year.

We'll be back soon.

I don't know.

Curtis went to Kribble Krabble,
never came back.

Neither did Bernard.

But if that's your choice, I want you guys
to take care of yourselves, okay?

Yeah.

[sniffles] I'm not gonna get emotional.

- Yes, you are.
- No.

[inhales sharply] But you two have served
the North Pole for-- for a long time.

- Here we go.
- [crying] No, I'm--

- [Scott sighs]
- [Carol sniffles]

[Scott] Okay, yeah,
I think you guys better go now

before some other crisis
hits the North Pole.

[Carol laughs]

Listen, don't forget about us.
Send an icicle now and then.

[both] We will.

[sighs]

Mmm.

{\an8}[backup singers]
<i>♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪</i>

<i>♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪</i>

<i>♪ You better watch out
You better not cry ♪</i>

<i>♪ You better not pout
I'm telling you why ♪</i>

<i>♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪</i>

<i>♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪</i>

[all] <i>♪ Santa Claus is coming to town ♪</i>

They're surprisingly good.

Yeah, I hope they play
"Stepmother's Clock."

It's haunting,
but it's-it's really catchy.

Who are you supposed to be?

We're the protectors of the North Pole.

This is Christmas.

- You know it. [laughing]
- Oh.

Hey, Dad, we gotta get going
with the Christmas rounds.

- Oh.
- [Scott] Let's move, everybody.

Let's move. Come on, come on.

- It's so good.
- I know. I'm freaking out.

- You are?
- [laughs]

[Scott] Ho ho ho!

[saxophone continues]

Merry Christmas, Santa.

Merry Christmas, honeybuns.

- [laughing]
- And to all a good night!

[reindeer grunt]

And Merry Christmas to you.

Ooh, ooh! [giggles]

[saxophone continues]

[stops]