07x32 - A Holiday Story

[bunniefuu]

[bird crowing]

[cat meowing, mouse squeaking]

[elephant trumpeting,
lion roaring]

♪ Go!

Opening theme playing...

♪ T-E-E-N

♪ T-I-T-A-N-S

♪ Teen Titans, let's go

♪ Teen Titans, go

Captivating music playing...

Oh, yeah,
I gots that good hot cocoa,

and all 'em gifts
for my friends.

Ain't nothing gonna
ruin my holiday cheer,

- yo.
- [car screeching]

[engine revving]

[exclaims in fear]
It's Santa Claus!

[Christmas music playing]

[guffaws]

Get back here, you garbage kid!

[Beast Boy screaming]

[bells jingling]

Phew! That was close.

[punches]

[mysterious music playing]

[groaning]

[gasps]

Season's greetings.
[Chuckles]

Oh, mans!

I'm so tired
of dealing with you

year after year.

Think of it as a...

- A holiday tradition.
- [gags]

Wells, you can
keep your tradition.

Now, let me go!

I'm afraid I can't do that.

I need your help
getting me back in

with the Holiday Mob.

You mean
that criminal organization

that's run by Baby New Year?

That's the one.

Well, I'm sures
they'd love to have you

'cause yous even
shadier than they is!

But that's the problem.

They haven't trusted me

since the time we celebrated
New Year's down in Ky-U-Ba.

[jazz music playing]

[Santa Claus] Happy New Year!

I'm delighted,
to be celebrating with you,

my most trusted friend.

You're like
a brother to me, Santa.

Likewise.

Boss! [Warbling]

We caught this reindeer
snooping outside with this.

[objects clattering]

Ooh! We think he was
about to make a move on you.

[cries and sniffles]

Is that true?
Are you moving in on me?

Oh, no, no, no.

Of course not.
[chuckles nervously]

That could be anybody's
reindeer and bazooka

with my name engraved on it.

It's not mine.

[kisses] Muah!

I know it was you, Santa.

You broke my heart.

You broke my heart.

- Take him away, boys.
- No!

Ever since that day,

I've missed
my brothers in the mob.

That's so sad, bro.

Is there anything I can do
to help you get back in?

Put this on.

Why do I gots to
dress like an elf?

Because the
Holiday Mob loves elves.

And if I'm
going to get back in,

I need
a trusted source to, uh...

vouch for me.

[suspenseful music playing]

You know the plan.

Now get in there
and don't em-bar-rass me.

And remember,
Santa is watching you.

[chuckles]

[door creaking open]

Italian accordion
music playing...

Who do we have here?

The name's Donnie Mistletoe.

I'm the elf who unionizes
all of Santa's Workshops.

It's an honor to meet you.

You have done a great service
to our elf brothers up north.

They're my top earners.

I owe you a ton of gratitude.

Glad to hear that

'cause I needs to
ask for a favor.

And what is this favor?

I want you to let Santa
back into the organization.

[farts]

Forget it.
This, I cannot do.

But Santa really
misses you guys

and wants to make amends.

Plus, ain't your holiday

all about fresh starts
and new beginnings?

You make
a good case, Donnie.

[sucks]

But how do I know
I can trust him?

Do you vouch for him?

[nervously]
Sure, I'll vouch for him.

Then make it official
by kissing the ring.

But that thing is nasty, yo.

Do it.

[dripping]

[smooches, gags] There.

Good. Good.

Now, where's that
jolly cub of a Santa?

He's up on the roof.

[jingles bell]
Come on down, Santa.

[crashing]

- h*-h*-h*!
- Ow!

- Merry... Ow! Ow, ow!
- Save it.

If you even think about
making a move on me again,

I'll make sure
both you and your little helper

never celebrate
another New Year.

- Capische?
- Yes.

Understood.

- [thuds]
- [Beast Boy] Ow!

So that's it, right?

- Santa's back in?
- Not quite.

First, you two bozos
are gonna go to work for me.

So Santa here
can prove his loyalty.

Of course, we'll do anything.

That's good.

I need you to visit some
business associates of mine

that need
a little persuading.

[suspenseful music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

Hey there, Georgie boy.

Santa Claus?

[chuckles] Hop in.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sit in the front seat
with me. [Chuckles]

He said the front seat!

So tell me,
how are things?

They're good, I guess.

Why so nervous?

We's only going for a ride.

You know,
I heard a nasty rumor

that you never
paid the Boss his cut

from President's Day.

So let me ask you,
where'd you put the money?

Why, I-I-I don't know
what you're talking about.

Then allow me
to be a little more clearer.

- Ow!
- Where's the money, George?

Where's the money, huh?

Where's the money?

[grunting in pain]
What money?

Nobody spends any money
on President's Day.

Oh, yeah?

Then what's about all 'em
good President's Day sales?

[grunting in pain]

Give those back!

You're not
going to find anything!

Oh, really?
Then what's this?

Looks like the Boss' money
if you ask me.

Fine, take it!

A pleasure
doing business with you.

Merry Christmas!

[intense music playing]

[singing] ♪ Oh, Danny boy

♪ The pipes
The pipes are calling ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

What's this?

[brakes squealing, hissing]

Move that rubbish
outta me way!

[c*ck g*n]
Good tidings to you.

What's the meaning of this?

[faucet squeaks open]

Mm-mmm-mmm!

That's some good
milkshakes you gots there.

Hey! No skimming off the top.

We're not skimming off the top.

We're taking the whole thing.

[horn honking]

Oh, shamrocks.

[dramatic music playing]

[camera shutter clicks]

[trembling]

Listen, my furry friend,
the Boss wants to make this

the most successful
nightclub in all of Mi-am-mi.

- Got it?
- But in order to do that,

he's going to need you

to call an early spring
on Groundhogs Day

so we can pack this place
full of spring breakers.

- [upbeat music playing]
- [blows party horn]

But-But I'm not
gonna pretend

that I'm not
afraid of my shadow

just so you can
make money off of some club.

Oh, really?

It sounds like our friend here
needs some convincing.

So, you're afraid
of shadows, are you?

Well, let's see
how you like this?

[cracks fingers]

[exclaims in fear]

I can do a bunny!

No bunny, no bunny.

- A birdie.
- [sobbing] No, no, no.

- You like that?
- I'm not gonna look.

- Please don't!
- A cute, little puppy.

[sobbing] No, no, no.
Not a puppy.

[sobbing] Okay!

Okay. I'll call
an early spring.

Just stop with the shadows!

[light switch flicks on]

See? That wasn't so hard.

Merry Christmas,
you filthy animal.

- Oh!
- [thuds on floor]

Well done, boys [giggles]

We've just got word
from the Boss.

He's impressed
with your work... [warbles]

...and has decided
to make Santa a made man.

[both laughing]

- He wants me back in!
- [Beast Boy] Whoo-hoo!

[Santa laughing]

Oh, yeah. We did it, yo!

Italian accordion
music playing...

Give me your hands.

Now repeat after me.

May I roast
like chestnuts on an open fire

if I ever
betray my friends again.

"May I roast
like chestnuts on an open fire

if I ever betray
my friends again."

[Baby New Year coos]

Congratulations.

You're officially, back in.

[all applauding]

Thank you. Thank you.

[kisses]

And in honor
of this special occasion,

I've got a surprise
waiting for you outside.

A brand new tricycle?

This is what I've always
wanted for Christmas, Santa.

[rings bell]

[ominous music playing]

[g*ns c*ck]

[slow motion] Get down!

It's an ambush!

[exciting music playing]

[b*ll*ts ricocheting]

[b*ll*ts pinging]

[clicking]

h*-h*-h*!

- [expl*si*n]
- [all coughing]

Now surrender.
This operation belongs to me.

I can't believe we trusted you.

And this is how you repay me?

Oh, don't be such a crybaby.

Now that
I'm in charge of this family,

nothing can stop me

from taking over
all of the holidays!

Not so fast, Santa.

You ain't the only one
giving out surprises today.

- [beeps]
- [sirens blaring]

[cars screeching]

The Feds!

Hey, I'm Baby New Year! [Wails]

- Let us go.
- [thuds]

Thanks to
my undercover operation,

the government
now has enough evidence

to put you all behind
bars for a long, long time.

You dirty rat.

When I get my hands on you...

Yeah, yeah.
Tell it to the judge.

Enjoy your Holiday, Beast Boy.

Because next year,
Santa Claus is coming to town.

[laughs manically]

[guffaws]