02x01 - Rupert and the Temple Ruins

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(Bell ringing)

(Laughing)

Yahoo!

Whee!

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(Crickets chirping,

owl hooting)

RUPERT"Dear Santa Claus,

I hope you don’t think that I

only write to you when I want

something.

It’s just that I have been very

busy all year!

But to save time, perhaps I

should give you my Christmas

list now.

I’d like a new toboggan, some

skis and skates, a sled, new

snow boots--"

Do you think Santa Claus will

be able to get all that down the

chimney, Rupert?

(Laughing)

Maybe you’re right, Mom.

There is one other thing I’d

like, though.

What’s that, dear?

Snow!

We haven’t had a single

snowflake all winter!

If it doesn’t snow soon, I won't

even be able to use skates or

skis or a toboggan!

Well, you’d better put snow

on the top of your list then.

"But the most important

thing, Santa, could you please

bring us some snow?

It won’t seem like Christmas

without it."

There’s no need to worry,

Rupert.

You’ll get your snow.

In fact, we’re going to have a

very white Christmas.

Are you sure, Dad?

Oh, yes.

Just take a look at the

barometer, Son.

It says right there.

Snow!

But that’s what it's been

saying for weeks!

The barometer is the one and

only sure method of predicting

the weather, Rupert.

If the barometer says there will

be snow, there will be snow

tomorrow!

But it might be broken, Dad!

(Mr. Bear laughing)

It’s not broken!

MRS. BEARCome along,

Rupert!

Good night, dear.

Night, Mom!

What are you doing, Dad?

Extra covers, Son.

But it’s not cold!

It will be!

I can’t move, Dad!

That’s all right, Son.

You’re got to save your energy

for shovelling snow.

(Kissing)

Night, Rupert.

Night, Dad.

My dad certainly has a lot of

faith in that barometer.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe it will snow tomorrow!

But it certainly feels hot

tonight!

(Yawning)

MR. BEARThat’s very

strange.

There should be snow!

The barometer says there should

be snow!

Maybe the barometer’s broken,

dear.

It’s not broken.

I’ve taken it apart and oiled

and cleaned it.

And it still says snow.

That’s right, so there should

be snow.

Maybe it’s just... wrong.

The barometer is never wrong!


I hope you’re right.

Don’t you worry, Rupert.

I’ll bet you it snows two inches

by the end of the day.

And the loser shovels the snow

for the rest of the winter!

(Rupert laughing)

Okay, Dad, but wait a minute!

If you lose, there won’t be any

snow to shovel anyway!

Never mind the details, Son.

Bye!

I’m going out to enjoy this

beautiful weather!

I might even go for a swim!

Better take an ice pick

along, son!

Honestly, you two!

This is one bet I really hope

I lose.

I can’t imagine Christmas

without snow!

LITTLE COWBOYRupert!

It’s the little cowboy!

He’s one of Santa's helpers!

They’re not all elves, you know.

Hello!

Oh, thank my lucky spurs I

found you!

Santy Claus needs your help!

My help?

What for?

All I know is it had

something to do with your

letter.

But there’s no time to lose,

Rupert.

Here, you take the reins.

Fly the plane?

But I can’t!

Now you’re gettin' the hang

of it, Rupert!

Looky, there’s Santa's castle,

sitting up on the clouds above

the North Pole as purty as a

steaming pot of baked beans over

a campfire!

Okay, partner, take us in!

BOTHYahoo!

Yup, with Christmas so close,

we are busier than a herd of

centipedes at a Saturday night

dance!

I didn’t know centipedes

danced.

Only on Saturdays, Rupert!

Now hurry on in, Santa’s

expecting ya!

(Machine sputtering)

(Laughing)

Well, I beg your pardon!

RUPERTPardon me, Santa?

That’s more like it!

Uh, hmm, what?

Rupert!

Hello!

h*, h*, h*!

Am I interrupting?

Not at all!

I’m just having a bit of trouble

with my newfangled contraption

here.

What is it?

It’s a mechanized electronic,

uh, think-a-ma-bob.

It’s supposed to help me keep

track of all the letters I get.

The machine keeps a record of

them somewhere inside there, and

when I need to get one out, all

I have to do is press this

button and...

(Machine sputtering)

Well, I haven’t quite figured it

out yet.

I think for this Christmas, I’ll

stick with the old reliable

method.

You mean you memorize all the

letters?

But there must be thousands!

Millions!

(Santa laughing)

Well, that’s right, Rupert!

But it’s easy for me because I

have a memory like a--

Uh, like a... now, let’s see.

Well, I have an excellent

memory!

Now, what did you want to see me


about?

You sent for me, Santa.

I did?

The little cowboy said it had

something to do with my letter.

Oh, yes, of course!

h*, h*, h*!

It’s about the snow you wanted.

Oh, you’re not the only one who

asked for it.

It seems there’s a serious

shortage of snow this winter.

That’s terrible!

You know how busy we are at

this time of year.

I can’t spare a single helper.

That’s why I'm depending on you,

Rupert.

I want you to go to the weather

station, talk to the clerk of

the weather, and find out what’s

gone wrong.

Did the little cowboy teach you

to fly the plane?

Yes, he did.

Excellent!

Now hurry, Rupert!

I’m on my way!

And Rupert, one last thing.

Yes, Santa?

Um, uh, uh...

Be careful?

That’s it, my boy!

That’s it!

Goodbye!

(Machine sputtering)

Oh!

Hello, Will!

Hello, Rupert!

Good to see you again!

I need to speak to the clerk

of the weather.

It’s very important!

I’m afraid he's not here, but

as the number-one executive

assistant to the clerk of the

weather, I do most of the

important work, anyway.

So, how can I assist you?

You must be mistaken, Rupert.

Nutchester, Nutvale, Nutwood!

Look, regular shipments of snow

have been going to Nutwood for

weeks now!

As a matter of fact, you got two

inches of snow just this

morning.

But we didn’t!

We haven’t seen a single

snowflake all winter.

You must be mistaken!

But I’m not mistaken!

Either you’re mistaken, or

I’m mistaken.

I’m never mistaken, so you must

be mistaken.

Look over here at the central

weather monitoring system.

Not one of the warning lights

has come on!

Proof positive that nothing is

amiss, and that you must be

mistaken.

But it’s not plugged in.

(Alarm sounding)

Oh, my gosh!

Red alert, mayday!

Ahh!

Problem at the North Pole!

What is it?

You don’t know what the North

Pole is?

Of course I do!

I mean, what’s the problem?

We send the clouds from here

to the North Pole, where they

pick up the snow.

Then, they go on from there to

the appointed destinations, but

all the snow clouds seem to be

stuck over the North Pole!

It’s like a traffic jam, and

that’s why no one has had any

snow this year.

Oh, this is all my

assistant’s fault!

You don’t have an assistant.

Exactly!

If I had an assistant, he would

have plugged this thing in and


none of this would have

happened.

Rupert, we’ve got to go to the

North Pole and sort this out

before the clerk of the weather

gets back.

If we don’t, he'll fire my

assistant for sure!

But you don’t have--

I do now!

Let’s go!

To the right!

No, to the left!

Yes, that’s it!

No, sorry, right again.

No, left, uh, right!

What’s wrong?

The compass can’t seem to

decide which way is north.

There’s lots of snow clouds

here, and there’s Santa's

castle.

So, the North Pole should be

directly below!

Hang on, Will!

Maybe we should have a look at

the map, just to be on the safe

side!

Good thinking, Rupert.

The North Pole should be just on

the other side of that mountain.

That mountain?

No, that mountain!

Whoa!

Ahhh!

(Crashing)

(Engine hissing)

Hello, Rupert!

Uncle Polar!

He’s your uncle?

(Laughing)

How nice of you to drop in,

although I would have preferred

it if you parked the plane

outside.

(Chuckling)

I really appreciate your

help, Uncle Polar.

Well, Rupert, whenever a

relative in a small plane

unexpectedly crashes into my

igloo, I’m always more than

happy to lend assistance.

Now, the North Pole is--

Hmm, there’s lots of snow

around here.

That means we must be very close

to the North Pole!

Why, yes, Will.

The North Pole is--

According to the compass, the

North Pole is due north.

This way!

But, but--

But according to the map, the

North Pole is this way!

(Uncle Polar laughing)

According to the polar bear,

you’re both wrong.

It’s just over this ridge.

I knew that!

Gentlemen, the North Pole!

(Gasping)

It’s gone!

Someone’s stolen the North

Pole!

(Birds chirping)

MR. BEARWhere has it gone?

Where is that dag-nabbed,

doggone, thrickle-bixted,

bug-snapping, beeswaxing,

pick-pocket, foghorn-snaggle,

dag-nabbed-- aha, I’ve got it!

I’ve got it, dear!

I’ve got it!

(Giggling)

I’m beginning to think you've

got something.

This is terrible!

What good is the North Pole

without a pole?

Without a pole, the North Pole

would just be... north!

And a polar bear would just

be... bear.

Don’t worry, you two, we'll

find it somehow.

Hey!

Look at this hole in the ice!

Just step around it, Rupert.


We’ve got more important things

to worry about than a hole in

the ice.

Don’t you see, Will?

It looks as if this hole was

made by a very large object

coming up from below.

A large object?

You mean, like a boot?

Or something slightly larger

than a boot, like a submarine.

Yes!

A submarine is definitely

larger than a boot.

Depending on the size of the

foot, of course.

So, all we have to do is

follow it.

Ha!

How can you follow a submarine?

Now, if it was a boot, at least

there would be boot prints.

Will, if this submarine is

carrying the North Pole, we can

use the compass.

It isn’t broken.

It’s been pointing to the North

Pole all along!

That submarine has to surface

sometime, and when it does,

we’ll be waiting!

WILLThose pole thieves are

zigzagging all over the place!

I’ll bet they know we're

following them.

I’ll bet they're just trying to

make us dizzy.

Well, it’s not going to work!

Whoa, it’s working!

Oh, no!

The compass is pointing

straight out to sea!

We’re stuck!

Actually, we’re unstuck.

At least we’re still moving.

Yes, but the submarine is

going one way, and we’re going

the other!

WILLOh, I guess we might as

well give up.

If we just put our heads

together, we’ll think of

something.

Okay, let’s think!

Have you thought of anything

yet?

Not yet.

Me neither.

Now?

No.

How about you, Uncle Polar?

(Splashing)

Have you-- whoa!

Good thinking!

UNCLE POLARDratted fog!

Unless that submarine surfaces

right beside us, we’ll never see

it!

Now what’s wrong?

(Tapping glass)

You don’t suppose it means

the submarine is...?

Hmm, I suppose it might mean

that.

What?

Suppose what?

Mean what?

You mean, you don’t suppose it

means-- whoa!

(All screaming)

We almost had them!

You mean they almost had us!

RUPERTUh-oh, it’s happening

again!

(Rumbling)

Ahh, is it a submarine?

RUPERTNo!

Ha, I told you it was a boot.

Whale!!!

(Roaring)

You don’t suppose Rupert

really went swimming, do you?

Of course not.

It’s much too cold for that.

Look, here come the snow clouds,

right on schedule!

(Coughing)

I must admit, they are rather

low-lying.

(Coughing)


Listen, Rupert, when I agreed

to help you find the snow, I had

absolutely no intention of

setting foot inside a whale.

I didn’t exactly plan it this

way, Will.

Well, I hope you’re planning

how to get us out!

I hope it’s not the hard way!

(Whale’s stomach rumbling)

Look!

The North Pole!

It wasn’t a submarine!

We’ve been chasing this whale

all along!

It’s stuck!

(Grunting)

Whoa!

Oof!

We’ve got it!

Well done, lads.

Yes, it’s very nice that we

have the North Pole back, but I

don’t see how it's going to make

spending the rest of our lives

inside a whale’s mouth any more

palatable.

Don’t worry, Will.

I don’t think we're going to be

here for long.

No?

(Rumbling)

It’s going to swallow!

(All shouting)

Ahhhh!

(Screaming)

Ugh!

Oh, that’s much better.

Ever since I swallowed that

candy stick, I’ve had the most

hideous toothache.

Candy stick?

But this isn’t a candy stick.

It’s the North Pole!

The North Pole?

Oh, silly me!

Well, you know whales.

Sweet tooth the size of a tour

bus!

(Laughing)

You mean whales like sweets?

Whales love sweets!

(Laughing)

Everybody knows that!

I didn’t know that.

I didn’t know that.

Everybody knows that!

And whom do I have to thank

for relieving me of such

horrible discomfort?

The name’s Will, number-one

executive assistant to the

weather clerk.

Oh, my!

That sounds very important.

Well, yes, actually, and

these are my assistants, Rupert

and his Uncle Polar.

How fortunate to have met you

all.

It was very nearly

unfortunate for us!

Oh, I’m terribly sorry.

I needed your little piece of

ice for my toothache.

I didn’t realize it was

occupied.

I suppose I should have gaped

before I gulped.

(Laughing heartily)

Now I owe you a whale of a

favour!

So, if there’s anything at all

I can do?

As a matter of fact...

(Rumbling)

(Grunting)

RUPERTWe did it!

It’s working!

(Laughing, cheering)

UNCLE POLARThe snow clouds

are headed south, Rupert.

Looks like it’ll be a white

Christmas, after all!

There!

"Warning to all whalesthe

number-one executive assistant

to the clerk of the weather has

determined that swallowing the

North Pole can be hazardous to


your health.

This is not a candy stick!"

Ha, ha, good thinking, Will!

It was nothing, really.

You see, whales love sweets.

Everybody knows that!

I didn’t know that.

Did you know that, Rupert?

Of course, Santa!

Everybody knows that!

Hmm, well, I didn’t know

that.

(Machine sputtering)

(All laughing)

RUPERTGoodbye!

Happy trails, Rupert!

Thanks for the lift!

Hello, Son.

Hello, Dad!

What are you doing?

You won the bet.

I’m supposed to be shovelling

the snow.

But I bet it would snow two

inches, not two feet.

So, I suppose we were both

wrong.

No, we were both right!

I’m just glad we finally got

snow!

Me too, Son.

It wouldn’t be like Christmas

without snow.

Where did you get the parachute,

Son?

It’s a long story, Dad!

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