Two minutes to departure.
Two minutes.
Oh, dear! I'm late!
Two minutes,
only two minutes.
You are fine, sweetheart,
you have plenty of time.
Two minutes is not
"plenty of time", Mrs. Claus.
Now why are
you so anxious?
Everything is going to be fine
and you know it.
I don't know, my dear.
That's just it.
Something just doesn't
feel right.
Nonsense.
You've done this
thousands of times.
What could go wrong?
Uh...
Nothing I supppose.
Of course not.
Now I put a thermos
of hot cocoa
under the seat, because--
The first rule of winter:
put something warm
on the inside...
...so you won't feel cold
on the outside.
You take such
good care of me.
Am I wrong, my dear,
or did this year pass by
faster than usual?
They say time passes
faster the older you get.
And you, my darling,
are positively ancient.
What does that make you,
Mrs. Claus?
A gentleman isn't supposed
to notice a lady's age.
This gentleman never does.
Time to go, Santa.
It's time to go.
Such a taskmaster, our Nigel.
Be safe, my darling.
I'll be back before
you know I'm gone.
Santa. It's time.
Come along!
Yes!
One minute to departure,
one minute.
My beauties!
What? What is it?
My map. I don't have it.
You don't?!
I was sure I gave it to you.
Don't tell me I forgot it.
Maybe I dropped it.
Oh! Hah!
Here it is!
I had it all the time.
Silly me.
No harm done.
Now remember...
First stop: New Zealand.
Where midnight begins
its journey around the globe.
You know,
I still can't believe
how fast this year went by.
Yes, yes, time flies.
And now so do you.
Off we go!
- Up, up and away!
- Quite right, Nigel!
Here we go!
All clear!
Goodbye, my love!
To the sky!
Mrs. Clause!
What was that?
Everything seems fine.
I'm sure it was nothing.
"December 24th, 2010.
6:00 p.m. Eastern time.
Santa departs on schedule."
There you go.
Another Christmas
set in motion.
Max.
Max, Max, Max, Max and Max.
All the Maxs'.
Not enough.
I need more.
Hannah?
Hannah!
Can't you see I'm in
an important conversation?
I'm collecting
Christmas presents
for the Christmas Hope
Foundation,
but I don't have enough yet.
And this matters to me, why?
'Cause you can't expect
Santa Claus to give us stuff
if we're not willing to give
stuff to other people.
Okay, you are not
gonna believe this.
My little brother's gone
all bono on me
trying to collect for charity.
Yeah,
he's playing the Santa card
to make me feel guilty.
Can you believe it?!
Are you still here?
Please.
Okay.
Hold on.
I didn't like it anyways.
You happy?
Good. Bye!
Mom?
In a second, Toby!
I'm just getting some prints
out of the bath!
Okay.
Okay.
Mom and dad.
Now Hannah.
And then me.
It's a family photo.
Well... kind of.
Gorgeous.
These are just gorgeous.
I think this is probably
the best work I've ever done.
And if my boss doesn't think so,
then he's just crazy.
So what's up with
my favorite little man?
The truck from the Christmas
Hope Foundation
Is coming in the morning,
And I was wondering if you had
anything you'd like to donate.
I think that's wonderful
what you're doing, Toby.
And I would certainly
love to donate something.
Not sure what just now,
but I'll think of something.
Okay? But right now
I think we should go
and figure out what
we're gonna have for dinner,
'Cause daddy's gonna
be home any minute.
Come on.
Guys?!
Hey.
Hey.
- How was your day?
- Oh, don't ask.
It was m*rder.
You're lucky you work at home.
First of all, the office fax
machine breaks down,
then my secretary
calls in sick,
and the internet decides
to stop working
for some reason.
And then you know what?
To top it all off,
I've got a jetstream
and a King Air on the ground
in Bakersfield,
both of them need fuel pumps.
I found a couple
in the L.A. Warehouse,
but, you know,
try getting a delivery company
to pick up the phone,
two days before Christmas.
I've been on hold
for like an hour.
Hey ya, sport,
how was your day?
Pretty good, I guess.
Cool. What's in the box?
Stuff for the
Christmas Hope Foundation.
Do you have anything
you'd like to donate?
Absolutely!
I just can't think of what right now.
Can we do this later?
Sure, dad.
Hey, Wayne!
You still with me, buddy?
Yeah. I'm still here.
You left me on hold
forever.
Now where were we?
Wow!
A sh**ting star!
I get to make a wish!
Okay, okay...
I wish my family would
come together
and have a great Christmas
this year.
Oh, and I wish it would
snow too.
Wouldn't be much
of a Christmas without snow.
Come on, let's have some pizza.
I think it's your favorite -
"Meat lovers".
It right to Davis... to drive
Okay, this is for you.
You know, I can't even think
about eating
until I get out of these
work-clothes.
They smell like the dark room.
You be all right by yourself
for a minute, kiddo?
Sure, mom.
What was that?
Is that coming from the roof?
That's what it sounds like.
What do you suppose
that was?
I don't know.
A tree branch maybe?
Oh, ah, uh...
Oh.
Oh.
So who do you think he is?
Looks like one of those
mall Santas.
What would a mall Santa
be doing up on our roof?
I don't know.
Maybe he's really into his job?
Well, you got me, honey.
Look...
Don't you think maybe we should
take him to emergency?
I mean, what if he's hurt?
He doesn't appear
to have any injuries.
That's true.
Hey, mom!
I know who this is.
You do? Who?
It's Santa Claus.
Uh...
Gee, sport,
I don't know about that.
It is.
Well, you never know,
right?
Hey, who's the old geezer
on the couch?
It's Santa Claus!
What?
It's Santa Claus!
Okay, get serious.
Even if it was Santa Claus,
it's not like he'd be here
the night before
the night before Christmas,
hello?
Oh yeah?
Well, you never know.
Right, mom?
That's right, honey.
You never know.
Actually
we don't know who he is.
He was up on the roof
and then he just...
He fell off.
He fell off, huh?
Yeah.
Well, how do you know,
he's not an alien,
who crash-landed on our roof,
took the shape
of a nice old man,
just to put us at ease,
and as soon as we let
our guard down
he's gonna cut open our head
with a laser beam
and eat our brains out?
It could happen.
Is there any creature
on this planet
more bizarre than
a teenage girl?
- I heard that.
- I certainly hope so.
She's got a point though.
I mean, we really need
to figure out who he is
and what he's doing here.
Well, why don't we wait till
he wakes up
and then we ask him.
Problem solved.
Okay, you two go finish eating,
I'll take the first watch.
There you go Santa.
Nice and cozy.
I'm sure, he is
nice and warm now.
But you still haven't eaten.
Come on,
let's go get you some pizza.
Hey, Bradley.
Yes, I'm back.
No, no, no, just a minor
kind of Christmas-family
related thing.
Oh, right, Santa Claus.
Frank? No, that's not it.
Cecil? Neh, Cecil, huh.
Tim? Tim?
Santa can't remember his name.
I can see that.
Henry?
Guiseppe?
Come sta, Guiseppe?
Bob?
Edward.
Frederick?
Fred? Freddy!
Hey, sport,
do you want to go upstairs
and get dressed
so your mom and I
can have a talk with
our guest here?
Oh, uh... okay.
Um, be right back, Santa.
Oh, oh, oh, yes.
All right, Toby.
Toby.
Now that's a nice name.
It's not mine though.
Hello there,
we're Toby's parents.
I'm Wayne Fox.
This is my wife, Angela.
Yes, Wayne and Angela,
of course.
Toby's been telling me
all about you.
It's a pleasure
to meet you both.
How are you feeling?
Well, uh, aside from not
remembering who I am,
or where I am,
or how I got here...
I couldn't be better.
Where am I, by the way?
223 Oak Road.
- Milwaukee.
- Milwaukee.
- Wisconsin.
- Wisconsin.
Milwaukee, Wis...
I'm sorry.
It doesn't ring any bells
either, I'm afraid.
How I did get here?
Well, we were kinda hoping
that you would tell us.
Well, yeah, well, uh...
I distinctly remember
waking up on your couch.
Before that...
Pzzt, nothing.
That's actually not surprising,
'cause you took quite a nasty
tumble from our roof.
I was on your roof?
That's me as distinctly odd!
What do you suppose
I was doing up on your roof?
That's another thing we were
hoping that you could tell us.
- Yes.
- Oh, I see.
Well, I...
I'm almost sure I was up there
for a good reason...
just can't seem to think
what it might have been.
Toby thinks it's because
you're Santa Claus.
Santa Claus. Yes.
He keeps calling me that
for some reason.
But I don't think
that's my name either.
No.
Of course not.
Well, then...
I'll just have to go back
and keep trying to remember.
Rob? James?
Joel? Michael?
All right,
what do we got?
Snow boots.
Skates.
Hamburger phone...
ooh...
What's this...?
Well, Merry Christmas
to you too.
All right.
Red velvet sack...
Full of presents.
That's a nice touch.
I guess, he hit his head
harder than we thought, huh?
No kidding.
Which is why I think we should
get him to the emergency room.
Can you take him?
Me? No. My phone might go off
at any time.
Look, I got a plane
on the ground
I can't be stuck in some
emergency room.
They might make you turn
your phone off.
I guess I could drop him off
outside the front door.
- No, we can't do that.
- Then you've got to take him.
I still have to get the perfume ad
into the agency by 5:00.
Added to which,
I have to do all the Christmas
shopping this morning,
and we still don't even
have a tree.
What do you mean
we don't have a tree?
We don't have a tree.
What? You mean you
haven't noticed?
Yeah, yeah, I noticed.
We don't have a tree
where there should be a tree.
Okay, yes.
We don't have a tree,
we don't have presents,
we still have to get
the old guy down to the E.R.
- How are we gonna handle that?
- Like responsible adults.
Good.
- Odds or evens?
- Evens.
One, two, three,
sh**t!
One more time.
Two out of three.
No, no, not, a not a chance,
Lance.
I win.
For some reason
I really like sugar.
If I tell you what I want
for Christmas,
do you think
you'll remember?
Yes, of course I will.
Well, what I really want
is a puppy.
A german shepherd
or a spaniel maybe.
It doesn't really matter.
I've got a name picked out
and everything.
- Max.
- Max.
That's an excellent name.
I wish it was mine.
But that's probably
not gonna happen,
'cause my parents always
say we'll go to the pound...
to get a puppy,
but they never
get around to it.
So, I guess I'd like...
A Superspeed Raceway
instead.
For my Nintendo DS.
Mmm hmm. Well...
I suppose that's good too.
Whatever it is.
No, not enough sugar.
Will you look at that!
It's real velvet.
It's handmade, too!
Where'd you get it?
Out on Oak Road.
I hadn't found there
with somethin' this nice!
The things some people
throw away!
All right. It is time to say
goodbye to Santa, Toby.
Goodbye?
What do you mean, dad?
Uh, I mean,
it's time for uh...
Santa to go back
to the North Pole.
But why can't he stay here?
Well, because he's got to get
his memory back, right?
And there are people
at the North Pole that can help him.
Oh.
I never thought of that.
Come on.
So then he'll be back, right?
Yeah, of course he will.
In what?
15-16 hours?
- Right, Santa?
- Absolutely!
We're friends now, Toby.
That's what friends do.
They come back, right?
Okay,
but when you come back,
don't be afraid to wake me up,
all right?
You got it.
Well... I guess this is goodbye
for now then.
Goodbye, Toby.
I'm very glad
to have met you.
You are quite
a wonderful young man.
And Angela!
It has been a distinct pleasure.
A thousand thank yous
for all your many kindnesses.
It was my pleasure... Santa.
I would say goodbye,
but apparently I'm coming back
in 15 or 16 hours.
You are?
Yeah, the Santa-thing,
he's coming back.
Oh right.
Good morning, ma'am.
Pardon the intrusion,
but have you seen--
Santa! You're here!
You're here!
And you're all right.
Thank heavens!
I was so worried.
So worried.
I used the GPS system
on your sleigh
to track you to this
neighbourhood.
You can't imagine
how many houses there are.
I knocked on every door.
You know this gentleman?
I should think so!
I've only been
working for him
for 207 years, young lady.
I told you he was Santa Claus!
I knew you were
Santa Claus all along.
And you were right, apparently.
And we have this fine fellow
to thank for it.
I'm sorry,
I didn't quite catch the name.
My name?
Don't you recognize me?!
It's me! Nigel!
Nigel Thumb!
I'm your head elf.
Well, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Nigel Thumb!
He fell off the roof.
I think he landed
on his head.
Yeah, he doesn't remember
anything before this morning.
No.
Santa lost his memory?
Oh...
This is a catastrophe!
Do you have any idea
what this means?!
No.
It means...
I've single-handedly
destroyed Christmas.
This is all my fault!
All my fault!
I'm so stupid!
I don't deserve
to be head elf!
Now, now, Nigel.
I'm the one who fell off the roof
of these nice people, not you.
Although what I was doing
on a roof
in Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
in the first place,
I couldn't say.
That's because you weren't
supposed to be in Wisconsin yet.
You were on your way
to New Zealand!
I mistakenly used
the last year's datebook
and sent you out
a full 24 hours early.
Okay, I can't believe
I'm gonna ask this, but...
What's the big deal?
The big deal is the Christmas magic!
Only works one day a year:
Christmas Eve!
Any other time
nothing works properly!
Reindeer can't fly right,
Santa's bag can't
refill itself!
Of course, that's it!
Santa's bag!
That'll jog his memory!
Quick!
Where's the bag!
He didn't have a bag.
Are you sure?
Red velvet, gold trim.
- Sorry.
- No.
Maybe it's still
on his sleigh!
Of course, his sleigh!
Good work, Toby.
Well, unfortunately, we haven't
seen a sleigh either.
- Are you sure?
- Oh yeah.
Cherry red,
rocket-like carriage.
Attached to eight reindeer?
This is Wisconsin.
We don't have reindeer.
If I might uh...
a suggestion...
Perhaps when I took my tumbled
out of the sleigh,
the reindeer kept going
on to New Zealand without me.
No, no.
They would never leave
you, Santa, never.
Really?
Such loyal beasts.
Yes. But the question still remains:
Where are they?
Hey, mom!
Wow! It's really them!
Come.
Oh, my goodness.
Toby, don't get too close!
Not to worry.
They love children.
They...
How did we not see that
we had eight reindeer
in our backyard?
Well, I guess we were
distracted
by the "Santa Claus"
we had in our living room.
It's really them!
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer,
and Vixen.
They remember you!
Yes, they certainly seem to.
Would that I could
remember them.
h*, h*.
The bag's not here!
I can't find it.
It should be right here.
The altimeter.
Where's the altimeter?
I think I found it.
- What's wrong?
- I broke it!
That's all I need.
Thing is toast all right.
Wait a minute, why does your sleigh
have an altimeter anyway?
Because if you get too high,
the air gets too thin and the...
the reindeer drop out
of the sky like rocks.
Ah, of course.
I should've known.
Well, that's it.
Without the altimeter,
there's no way to fly the sleigh!
My dad can fix it.
He used to fix airplanes
every day!
Uh, I'm sorry, son.
There's nothing I can do with
this thing.
Look it's, it's a goner.
There's gotta be something
you can do, dad.
Well, I could try and get
a new one delivered.
You can?
Oh bless you, Wayne Fox!
You do that while I continue
to look for the bag.
It might be in the yard
somewhere.
Yeah, I'll do my best, but...
Maybe it fell in the bushes.
That was a good idea.
No it wasn't. Now I gotta go
find an altimeter.
You do that.
I'm gonna go pet the reindeer.
Why do we have reindeer
in our backyard?
Oh, that.
We bought them for Toby
'cause we like him best.
You did?! I knew it!
I'm kidding, Hannah.
The reindeer belong to...
you know, that guy,
Santa Claus.
Now,
if you'll excuse me,
I have to order a new
altimeter for his sleigh.
Santa's sleigh
has an altimeter?
Yeah, of course it does!
What do you think
keeps the reindeer
from dropping out of the sky
like rocks, huh?
This family is so weird.
I must have been adopted.
I'll go check thze front of the house!
You might have dropped the bag
when you fell off the roof!
Excellent idea, Nigel.
Hello there.
You must be Hannah.
Delighted to meet you.
Likewise.
Big thrill for both of us.
Two questions:
who's the leprechaun?
And does he have
a pot of gold?
He's an elf.
And his name is Nigel.
Hmm, figures.
I bet they're hungry!
I'm gonna get them
something to eat.
Good idea, Toby.
They're hungry.
I'm gonna go get them
some granola.
- Okay, mom?
- Okay, sweetheart.
So that guy's supposed to be
the real Santa Claus, huh?
I think I should call you...
Sleepy.
Gee, I thought
he'd be fatter.
Of course he's not Santa.
We don't know exactly
who he is...
Yet.
You can be Goofy
and you... you can be bBb.
You know he kinda looks like?
The Santa they used
to have at Macy's.
Except that guy
was way better.
What the heck am I doing?
I'm ordering an altimeter
for Santa's sleigh?
I must be out of my mind.
Let's see what's in this bag.
Oh!
Ha!
Oh.
Oh wow!
Oh, my goodness...
Wow!
What is going on here?
They sure like grenola,
don't they?
Oh! Now look, you've got your
antlers all tangled up.
Why don't you go help
your brother?
Well, maybe just a little bit.
Here you go, Sleepy.
That's a good boy.
Hey Tob, can I try?
You culd try with sugar, too.
Here.
No, no, no, don't be rude.
Hey.
There's something I never
thought I'd see again.
- Well, you know what they say.
- What?
Inside every cynical,
self-absorbed teenager
beats the heart
of a little girl,
who can't resist
large furry animals.
Bad news. No bag.
I couldn't find it anywhere.
Well, at least we have
the altimeter coming, right?
Yeah, it's--
It's on its way.
Uh, from Chicago.
It should be here in about three hours.
But that's just an estimate though,
because, you know,
the delivery company's
kind of busy this year
with, you know,
all the Christmas stuff.
Christmas stuff.
Of course!
That's how we'll jog
Santa's memory!
I must say I really appreciate
all of this effort.
It's very strange not knowing
who you are
or what you're supposed
to be doing.
Well, we're gonna fix that,
right now, with this!
Wayne!
A popcorn garland.
I made it...
I don't how many years ago.
You remember this,
Santa?
Popcorn?
Absolutely!
It's my favorite snack.
Buttered, of course.
Love it with a good movie.
- No.
- Hannah!
I can't not believe
I'm even doing this.
Hey, Santa!
See the pretty angel!
And it's all coming
back to you now?
Uh, no.
Toby, you're up!
Hey Santa, look!
It's my stocking!
I hang it from the mantelpiece
and you put stuff in.
Remember?
Uh...
No.
I promise
you'll have it by 5:00.
I'm in the darkroom
as we speak.
Yeah.
Bring back any memories?
No.
Sorry.
Well, this isn't working!
There's got to be
a better way.
There's got to be.
I've got it.
Everyone ready?
Okay, Toby and Wayne first.
On the...
* First day of Christmas *
* My true love sent to me, *
* A partridge in a pear tree *
All right,
now Hannah and Angela.
* On the second day of Christmas *
* My true love sent to me *
* Two turtle doves, *
* And a partridge
in a pear tree *
Not exactly
America's most talented,
but I see real potential.
Let's try something else!
"Jingle bells"!
That's a great idea!
But, you know, I'm--
I'm really not much
of a singer
and I think that my talents
could be put to better use
maybe, gosh, getting a tree?
Well, I suppose a tree
would be nice.
Well, you know, I think maybe you
should try, while I'm gone.
Maybe baking cookies.
Because, really nothing smells
more like Christmas
than freshly-baked
shortbread cookies.
Why don't you stay
here and bake cookies!
I'll get the tree?
'Cause I called it first.
I...
Wait! I'm coming with you!
Want to come? Really?
Please drop me off at Katie's.
Katie's?
Yeah, I promised her and her mom
I help them make fudge today.
Oh, I see.
You can't leave!
You promised you'd help
save Christmas!
No, mom and dad promised,
not me.
I'm out of this loony bin.
Oh yeah?
Well, when Santa gets
his memory back,
I'm gonna tell him not to give
you anything for Christmas!
Ooh, and I'm so scared.
What are you gonna do next?
Hannah!
Bad-mouth me to the Easter
Bunny or the Tooth Fairy?
Don't be upset, sweetheart.
That was just...
- Hannah being Hannah.
- I know.
Look, you go back to work with Santa
and I'll be back in half an hour
with the best tree
in all of Milwaukee.
Deal?
That's my guy.
Save me some cookies.
What do you think, Tobes?
That shortbread cookie idea,
it sounded pretty good to me.
- Yeah, I guess.
- Yeah?
'Cause you know what?
Even if we don't jog
Santa's memory,
at least we'll have some
delicious cookies to eat, right?
Come on!
Let's make some cookies!
- Done!
- Hey, Yolanda!
This here is Hank from...
what were you...?
"Toys for Tots".
Understand you got
a few items for pick up.
Well, I guess that all depends
on what you mean by "a few".
Well, I'll be.
You know, Hannah,
if you wanted to make fudge
you could've asked me.
I didn't want to bother you.
I would've been happy
to make fudge with you.
Okay, I didn't come here
to make fudge.
- You didn't?
- No.
I came over here because Katie's family
has a real Christmas every year.
We play games,
watch Christmas movies like
"It's a Wonderful Life".
Really?
And how long have
you been doing that?
The last three years.
And you never mentioned
it to me?
Why?
Christmas isn't a big deal
for you.
I mean, I figured I was doing
you a favor.
One less thing to distract
you from your work.
- Oh Hannah, that's not fair.
- Isn't it?
You're gonna tell me that
it's not true?
You know what you got me
for Christmas last year?
A hamburger phone.
Well, I thought you would
think it was cool.
Yeah, because you saw it in
some movie about a teenager.
What I really wanted
was a camera.
- You wanted a camera?
- Yeah.
I thought that maybe we could
take pictures together...
sometime or something.
Oh god.
Hannah, I had no idea.
Gee, really?
Like there's a total shock.
You "had no idea"?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it like that.
It's okay, honey.
You're right.
I know I'm not the world's
most perfect mom.
I focus too much on my work.
And I know that's hard
on you and Toby.
But I am trying to do
the right thing. I really am.
It's just that I get-
I just get distracted and I forget.
You know, I lose sight
of what's important
and I'm beginning to realize that now,
and if there's anyone,
who should say they're sorry,
Hannah, it's me.
and I really, really...
and you're texting?
Why are you texting?
I told Katie that I can't come.
I told her that I'm going
to buy a Christmas tree...
with my mother.
You know what?
I think have a knack for this.
Now pack it into a ball.
You know what?
I'm gonna let the machine
pick that up.
It's kind of like uh...
Packing a snowball here.
Oh oh oh!
That's not gonna make
the cookies taste very good.
You know, at this late date,
I thought we were gonna be stuck
with all the scrawny
kind of loser-trees,
but these are--
they're not bad.
Hey, look at this one.
This is nice and full.
It still has some life to it.
What do you think?
Do you like it?
It's pretty good.
Okay, I guess we'll be taking
this one then.
Do you see the guy?
- I don't see the guy.
- Hey, mom.
Do remember that tree
we had one year?
It was so tall it almost
touched the ceiling?
Sure, I remember that.
And daddy hoisted you up
on his shoulders,
so you could put the star
up on the top.
Well...
I think that's the one.
Cookie dough, take two.
- This time no playing around.
- Excellent.
Uh, now roll it into
a sheet of dough.
All right, all we need
is a roller then.
And we're gonna need some
Christmas cookie cutters,
to make the shapes.
We could always create
our own shapes!
- Oh!
- There we are.
Can't thank you enough, Yolanda.
You just made Christmas
a whole lot better
for a whole lot
of deservin' kids.
Well, if you find you need
any more presents just...
reach inside this.
Merry Christmas, Hank!
Yes, Tucker, I got your message.
Yeah, Bluestar,
biggest client, nine jets.
Why are you telling me what
I already know here?
My attitude?
Come on, I can do this from home,
you know that.
Okay, calm down.
Tucker, relax.
All right.
All right, Tobes,
let's get to that tree!
Now that is what I call
a Christmas tree.
Look at them.
You got it all lit up!
Okay,
you take the low branches,
I'll take the high branches
here.
I guess I'll get started
on the...
light ball.
Good luck with that.
So, how's the tree working
for you so far, Santa?
Oh, uh, nothing yet,
but I must say,
it's a magnificent specimen!
Well, maybe when it's all decorated.
Mmm hmm.
Here we go!
Fresh from the oven!
Ooh!
Take a whiff
of these lovelies, Santa.
Oh, delightfully aromatic!
Mmm!
Well?
Anything?
Nothing so far, but uh...
I shall persevere
until memory dawns.
Cookie, Hannah?
Not in this or any other lifetime.
On second thought,
I'd love one, Nigel.
Thank you.
I, uh, I better get that,
but I'll be back
in 60 seconds, all right?
Time me.
All right!
Let's get to work on that tree!
Toby, I want you and Nigel
to get busy with the lights.
Hannah, you and I are--
Hello?
Yes, Rick.
Well, how about I scan
you what I have
and then I can e-mail
it to you.
Five minutes, tops.
No, the color won't be great,
but at least you'll get a general idea
Of what it's gonna look like.
Well, five minutes
isn't so bad.
Except it usually means
25 minutes.
Yeah, if we're lucky.
You know what?
For a second, I thought maybe things
might be different this Christmas.
Man, was I stupid.
This is gonna be
some Christmas.
Hey, hey, hey, guys,
listen to this!
One pair of snow boots,
ice skates,
hamburger phone...
a-and a red velvet sack
with gold trim!
This is the receipt
for my donation!
That's where the bag is!
The Christmas Hope Foundation
took it!
Toby, let me see that.
This must be where it is!
So there really is a bag?
Of course there is.
But then...
Does that mean that
you guys are for real?
Of course it does!
No way. No.
Shall I tell you what
you wanted for Christmas,
when you were...
Seven years old?
I don't even remember that.
Actually...
I do remember that.
What did I want,
Mr. Christmas?
Oh my god!
Oh my god,
you guys are so real!
Toby, they are so real!
Well, of course they are!
Whatever happens,
you keep that to yourself, okay?
Come on, Hannah.
We've gotta tell dad we know
where the bag is!
Okay, let's go!
Dad, dad,
we found the bag!
Th-That's great, Toby,
just hold on a minute here.
Yeah, on the Lear, H99...
You should have
gotten them by now, Rick.
I sent them five minutes ago.
Well, did you check to see if they got
sent to your spam folder?
Mom! Mom, we found the bag!
It's at the Christmas
Hope Foundation!
We're gonna go get it, okay?
That's fine.
That's great, kids.
I'll be up in a minute,
okay?
You heard what she said.
Let's go.
How's that? Resend them.
Just give me a minute.
They said yes.
Well, they sort a said
yes in a--
"I'm too busy to deal with it"
kind of way,
but that's good
enough for me.
Well then?
Let's go get
Santa's bag back!
Yes! Tally h*!
Ha ha ha!
Yes, yes, yes.
I realize that's the part
for the King Air 200,
but it also fits the 300.
The KDL part, yeah.
Yeah, that's the two--
Just read the number
back to me, Murph.
Yeah. Two more minutes, guys!
What did you want for Christmas,
when you were seven years old?
Oh, like I'm really gonna tell you.
That's between me,
Nigel and Santa Claus.
Excuse me, young man?
Santa and his elf.
Okay, uh,
see looking all fine for the big day.
Why thank you!
And feeling fine
as well!
We're looking for a bag,
red velvet, gold trim?
Picked up on Oak Road
this morning?
Full of presents!
Oh, that was yours!
My bad.
Uh, yeah, yeah,
we do have that bag.
Thank heavens!
Can you tell us where
it might be?
You'd have to ask Yolanda.
She's right over there.
Excuse me.
I'm told you have a bag
full of presents
that belongs to me?
I promise, Rick.
Yeah, 5:00.
Okay, before 5:00.
Right, bye.
How'd you do?
Not bad, you?
Taking care of business.
Okay,
where is everybody?
Uh...
Hannah?
Hello?
Any luck?
No, not anywhere,
they're gone!
Look around for a note.
Maybe we missed it.
I'm in a call for Hannah's cell.
Oh wait, wait, wait!
I've got a text message.
"Bag at Christmas Hope Foundation.
Went to get it."
They're at the thrift store!
They went on their own!
Well, no,
technically-speaking,
they went with Santa Claus
and his head elf.
Not comforting.
Did they say anything
about this to you?
Might have, I don't know.
I was busy.
Did they say anything to you?
Maybe, I don't remember.
It's Hannah.
Hannah, where are you?
Are you okay?
The what?
It's where?
The Fantasy Fair?
Okay, well look,
you just stay put
and we'll come and get you.
No, sweetie,
we're not mad at you.
You just should have left
a note or...
The guy you looking for
is named "Hank".
He's this old dude
with a white beard,
and he's really skinny.
He's working for
"Toys for Tots".
Yolanda says he took the bag
to the Christmas festival
at the Fantasy Fair.
Yeah, that'd be his last stop.
Where are we going?
You sure you don't mind
giving us a ride?
What, you kidding me?
Santa always hooked me up,
when I was a kid. I'll be honoured
to do the big man a solid.
There you go.
Yuletide brother number one.
Excellent!
Hello!
We've made some wonderful
new friends!
Things are looking up!
Are you okay?
We're fine, mom.
We tried to tell you where
we were going...
I know, and we were
too busy to listen
and that's wrong.
Well, we're sorry, and that's not ever
gonna happen again, okay?
Is that a promise?
Yes, that's a promise.
Pinky promise?
Pinky promise.
Hey folks?
I can see the "Toys for Tots"
truck in my mirror.
It's back there.
Hey, are you Hank?
Sure am.
Yolanda Davis from
the Christmas Hope Foundation
told us that she gave
you a big red bag.
Well, she surely did
all right.
Excellent news!
Now if you'd be so kind
as to return the item,
we would be eternally
grateful!
Well, I'd surely like to,
only some feller in a santy suit
just asked me to borrow it.
They got a santy contest
goin' on inside
and he was bagless.
Well, what could I do?
But, young man,
we really need to have that bag!
Not if you ask me, you don't.
I've seen some of them
fellers in the contest.
Bag or no bag,
you got 'em beat.
Oh, well, I thank you very much.
Excuse me.
Good luck, oldtimer!
My money's ridin' on you!
Oh my.
This is not good.
Now, kids, you've seen five Santas.
What do you think?
You like what you see?!
Hey, look at that guy!
Okay, okay, I've got it!
Here's what we do:
We enter you
in the contest.
You get up onstage
with those other bozos
and sneak a peek
in the bags.
Yeah, but how will I know
which bag is the right bag?
You'll know. Trust me.
Magic?
Bingo!
Come on.
Registration's over here!
Mom, you're not gonna
believe this,
but Santa and Nigel are real.
Oh.
I'm serious.
Nigel knew exactly what I asked Santa
for when I was seven years old!
Hannah!
Please, do not make this
any more complicated,
than it already is.
I'm serious.
I know, sweetheart.
Hello, I would like to enter the contest
along with these other bozos.
You have the winner,
right here.
Too late. Sorry.
What do you mean
it's too late?
What I mean we got
20 guys already,
which is five more than
what we really need.
Any more than that,
we're gonna be here all night.
And I'd really like to see my family
for Christmas Eve,
if that's okay with you guys?
Oh, that's perfectly
okay with us!
Of course--
It's just--
This is a matter
of considerable importance.
See...
I really need to see
inside those bags.
And I said, sorry.
No can do.
Now, beat it!
Am I making myself clear?
Perfectly, yes.
Disqualified, I'm afraid,
on technicality.
Well, now what?
I'm telling you, "now what"!
The gloves are comin' off!
That big oak doesn't know
who he's dealing with!
Wait here.
I'll be right back.
Be careful, Nigel!
I'm not the one,
who needs to be careful!
He's a remarkable little guy,
isn't he?!
Hey, Goliath!
Meet your David!
You messed with the wrong elf,
pal!
I demand to see inside
those bags now!
Am I making myself clear?!
Hmm?
Is that yours?
No, no,
that's gotta be yours.
It's mine. Hello?
- Yeah.
- Yes.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, I know.
They'll be finished soon,
Toby.
Don't worry.
This always happens!
They're going to leave us and
go back to their jobs again!
You don't know
that for sure.
Yes I do, Hannah,
and you know it too!
They always put their
work ahead of us!
Not this time.
They pinky-promised, remember?
They don't care
about promises!
They don't care
about Christmas!
They don't care about us!
They don't care about anything
but their stupid jobs!
Toby!
Tucker wants me in
the office like now.
Rick wanted the proofs
five minutes ago.
What are we gonna do?
I don't know.
This is a tough one.
Mom, dad, Toby's gone.
What do you mean
Toby's gone?
He ran off. He saw you guys
on your cellphones and he figured,
you know, like always.
He got really upset.
Well, which way
did he go?
That way.
Toby!
Toby!
- Toby!
- Toby!
Toby!
Let's split up so we can
cover more ground.
Make sure you check
all the rides!
Okay. Let's go!
Put me down!
Do any idea what
you're doing?!
I sent Santa out
on the wrong day!
Christmas is in jeopardy!
Don't make me get rough!
Put! Me! Down!
You haven't heard the last
of Nigel Thumb!
Barbarians.
Hey, there!
I've been lookin'
all over for you.
He is not in the arcade. Let's uh...
Let's try down here.
Hannah?
Hannah.
Are you okay, sweetie?
What's wrong?
I was just thinking.
What if Toby ran away
'cause of me?
No. No, sweetie,
Toby's upset
with me and your mother,
all right?
Not with you.
I haven't been much help.
Always being mean to him,
bossing him around,
telling him to get lost.
I haven't been
a very good big sister.
Well, then maybe we should all,
you know,
try being more considerate
with each other.
We're a family.
We should start acting
like one, right?
Good.
Thanks, dad.
Thank you.
Now listen, okay?
You stop worrying, all right?
Everything's gonna be fine,
you know.
What do you bet
that Toby's is on some ride
somewhere right now
having the time
of his life, huh?
Well, you gave us all quite a scare
running away like that.
Yeah. I know.
I'm sorry.
Ah, no real harm done.
You just needed some time
to yourself, didn't you?
To think about things.
Yeah, I have been thinking.
Santa, when you get
your memory back and stuff,
I was wondering if maybe
I could come back to the North Pole
with you and Nigel.
Now why would you want
to do that?
Well...
So I could have a real
Christmas again.
Ah...
I see.
Well, I don't know,
Toby-
I wouldn't be any trouble.
Really!
I could help Nigel
around the workshop.
We're about
the same size.
I could pretend I was an elf!
You wouldn't even
know I was there.
Well, I suppose so.
But...
What about your parents?
What about Hannah?
Oh.
I didn't think about that.
Well, Hannah could come
if she wanted to, I guess,
but my mom and dad
probably wouldn't want to,
'cause they're always
so busy with their jobs.
They probably wouldn't
even notice I was gone.
Toby?
Aren't you gonna talk to me,
honey?
Aren't you gonna
even look at me?
Do you really think I wouldn't
notice if you were gone?
I'm sorry, mom.
I didn't mean that.
I know you'd notice
if I was gone.
Of course I would,
sweetheart.
It's just that
you and daddy
are always putting your work
ahead of everything.
Including me.
So I guess I felt like
I wasn't that important.
Toby.
I am so sorry.
I just want us to
be a family again,
like we used to be.
So do I, sweetheart.
You know what?
I'm gonna prove it to you right now.
Hello, Rick? It's Angela.
Listen, you're not gonna
get those proofs tonight.
There are some things
in the world
that are a lot more
important than work.
Like spending Christmas Eve
with my family.
We'll take care of it
next week.
Oh, and Rick?
Have a Merry Christmas,
because I'm definitely going to.
I love you, mom.
And I love you too, baby.
Ohhh!
- You okay?
- I'm fine, dad.
Good.
- Is everything okay?
- Yeah.
I called Rick and told him
I was gonna be spending
the holidays with my family.
He'll just have to wait.
I thought he would be upset,
but he wasn't.
I just did the same
thing with Tuck,
like five minutes ago.
I told him that he should
even go home
and spend Christmas
with his family.
What did he say?
Said it was a great idea,
wish he'd thought of it himself.
Wayne! Angela!
Okay, okay...
Tell them what you told me.
Well, like I told Nigel,
feller who got your bag?
Ran into him at the gate.
Said his kids got sick eatin'
a couple dozen corn dogs,
so he couldn't
do the contest.
I asked him
about your bag,
rememberin' how you all were
lookin' for it,
but he said he handed it over
to a guy picking up donations
for December House.
Homeless shelter.
End of story.
See? While you lot were
running around
enjoying the amusement park,
I was busy finding the bag.
I thank you very much.
Well...
Don't you think we better
go get it?
Absolutely,
what are we waiting for?
We've got Christmas to save!
Let's go! Come on!
Hank, I thank you.
Thank you very much.
Glad to be a help, oldtimer.
Welcome to December House, folks.
I'm Wes.
We're gonna be serving dinner
in about 15 or 20 minutes.
Oh, um, no, thank you.
We're here to find something.
Uh, yes, we've lost a...
Santa bag.
Red velvet? Gold trim?
About this big.
We were at the Fantasy Fair
and apparently,
one of your driver's picked it up.
That'd be Karl. Karl Coker.
He should be back soon.
Probably in an hour.
Maybe two.
An hour?
Mister, you know what?
You could do me a really big favor.
Whatever you need, sir!
Do you think you could play
Santa for the kiddies?
I was gonna do it myself,
but you clearly have me beat.
It would be my pleasure.
That's awfully nice of you.
I've got a chair set up
right here.
Hello, my dears!
Come on up!
You know, as I recall,
Santa always had a pair of helpers.
Go.
One hour? Maybe two?!
This is an absolute disaster!
Oh, this young fella.
Come on.
Ooh, what a weight!
You realize we spent
most of the day
searching for a "magic bag"
for "Santa Claus" and his "head elf"?
We don't even really know
who these guys are.
You're right, we don't.
But I do know, that yesterday
we were like four people
who just happened to live
in the same house.
But today?
We're a family again.
So if Santa Claus is a guy
who brings you gifts,
then as far as I'm concerned,
this guy is definitely Santa Claus.
Oh! I'd like that
for Christmas!
That's pretty good.
You know what?
I love you so much...
I can't help myself.
It's almost departure time,
we have less than an hour.
We still don't have the bag.
Santa still has no memory.
It's all over.
There's no hope.
* O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree, *
* Thy leaves are green forever *
* O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree... *
So sorry, Santa.
I failed you.
I'm the worst head elf
in history!
I'm just pathetic.
* Thy leaves are green
at Christmas time *
Go ahead and fire me,
get it over with.
* Thy leaves are green forever *
Fire you? Nonsense!
In fact, I've decided
I'm gonna promote you.
* For every year the Christmas tree *
Promote me?
After what I've done?!
Because of what
you've been doing, Nigel,
For me, for the world.
You've been working
your heart out,
in order to save Christmas.
A lot of good it's done.
Christmas wouldn't be in trouble
in the first place if it wasn't for me!
I sent you out a night early!
And now...
Christmas Magic is finished!
Well, now,
that's not entirely accurate.
What do you mean?
Remember how we found them
this morning?
Yes.
Dysfunctional
to say the least.
Couldn't even get them
to sing together.
Now look at them.
They're a family again.
* That makes each toy
to sparkle bright *
* O Christmas tree,
O Christmas tree... *
If that's not Christmas Magic, Nigel,
then I don't know what is.
* ...brightly! *
Well done!
Merry Christmas!
I got presents for everyone!
Santa! It's the bag!
All right, here you go!
And for you!
Oh, what a lovely smile.
There you go!
You don't mind, do you?
I've been looking all over
for this!
I'll bet you have.
Go ahead.
Merry Christmas!
Thank you, kind sir!
Kids.
There you go and one for--
Oh, don't bother tryin' to empty it!
Drive you crazy!
Oh, there you go!
I think Nigel has the bag.
Hey!
You did it! You found the bag!
Here it is.
Do you remember it?
I have-
I have seen this bag before.
It looks exactly like...
It looks exactly like
one of the bags we saw
at Fantasy Fair!
Wrong answer?
Well, at least you found the bag.
That's something.
I suppose.
But we still need the altimeter.
Wayne, can you call
and see if it's arrived?
Uh...
Well...
Uh...
Actually, the...
the thing is about the altimeter,
I never actually ordered it.
You didn't?! But why?
I'm still not 100 percent sure
that you guys are, you know,
Santa Claus and his head elf.
I mean, it's pretty far-fetched.
I see.
You don't believe us.
I'm so sorry, Nigel.
You guys seem great,
but, you know,
you have to understand that--
Take out a present, Wayne.
Take a present.
You want me to take a present?
All right, which one?
It doesn't matter.
The bag only gives
what the recipient
of the gift needs.
"To Wayne Fox."
It...
It's an altimeter.
But that's-
that's not possible.
How did this get...
That means that...
They're real!
They're really real!
Well, it took you long enough
to figure it out.
I know, I know.
I...
Oh no!
That means Christmas really
is in jeopardy!
Big time!
Santa's lost his memory,
and we only have 35 minutes
before it's all too late.
22 minutes, dad.
Is that enough time?
Uh, not really, but...
I'll do my best.
Santa, let's you and I
harness the reindeer!
Good idea!
I thought, if anything could jog
Santa's memory, It would be that bag!
So what are you gonna do?
How's Santa gonna make
his rounds tonight?
I haven't a clue!
Come on, Nigel, think, think!
- Well, you must know the route.
- The route?
Santa's route around the world.
You must know it.
Intimately!
I spent an entire year planning it!
Well, now, you've got the bag back,
you'll have the Christmas
Magic working for you.
That's true.
Well, then...
Mom's right, Nigel!
If you know the route
and you have the bag
you can be Santa's memory!
That's it!
I've got it!
I can be Santa's memory!
I knew I'd think of something.
Santa! I've figured it out!
I know the route.
I can be your memory!
You just have
to do the driving,
I'll take care
of the rest!
Ingenious!
Nigel, you are such
an amazing individual!
Well done!
Well done!
Now fix that buckle!
Oh!
You know, I was kind of upset
when you ran away today.
Yeah, right.
No, I'm serious.
I was actually
more than kind of upset.
No way!
Would you like
me to tell Toby
what you wanted for Christmas
when you were seven years old?
Absolutely not.
Too late now.
When, uh, Hannah was seven,
she didn't ask for dolls
or clothes,
or anything like that.
What she asked for...
was a baby brother.
You really asked for that?!
I mean, I had to.
Being an only child
it was so boring.
You wanted me!
Okay, okay, I wanted you,
but I want right now you,
is for you to let me go,
okay?
Did you manage to do it?
Yeah!
We're good to go here!
Excellent!
You truly are a miracle
worker, Wayne Fox!
And with ten minutes to spare!
We're gonna make it.
Santa, we're ready!
Let's go!
Magnetic compass, on.
Airspeed indicator, on.
Altimeter...
On.
Yay!
Now all we need
is the magic word!
The what?
The magic word.
You say the magic word
and the reindeer go...
up, up and away!
Oh my stars!
You don't remember it, do you?
Uh... no.
So close!
We were so close!
Magic word! Magic wor--
I mean, how many magic
words could there possibly be?!
Shazam!
Asta la vista!
- I've got an idea!
- What?
What if you just ask
the reindeer nicely?
Oh, you mean, just...
Sort of amble up to them
and talk to them politely?
Yeah.
Worth a shot.
Okay, uh...
Um...
Names?
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen.
Cupid, Comet...
- What's the-?
- Donner!
- Uh, yeah.
- Uh, Blitzen!
Yeah, yes.
Okay, uh, fellas, ladies...
Off we go, huh?
Ha ha!
Heh! Ha!
Heh.
Up, up and away!
Ha!
Oh, come on!
Flying away now!
Ha ha ha!
This'll do it!
Ooh, look,
Granola!
Now, now, now,
fetch!
One more time.
Do it again!
Now fetch!
Good try, Toby,
but it's clear they won't move
without the magic word.
It didn't work, Nigel.
I'm sorry.
This is a disaster.
We only have four and a half
minutes left.
We'll never make it.
I know, I'm sorry.
I tried as hard as I could.
You know, I just think now,
that I'll never be Santa Claus
ever again.
Hey.
Now you stop that nonsense
right now, Mister.
You will always
be Santa Claus.
Okay?
You just need to take
a deep breath...
And relax.
And it'll come to you.
Now you keep this
closed up tight
so you don't catch a chill.
Did you remember
your hat and your gloves?
Oh, yes, yes, uh...
I have them right here.
Good.
Oh, I made you a thermos
of hot cocoa to take with you.
Oh, I like hot cocoa.
Well, it's the first rule of winter:
you put something warm on the inside...
So you don't get
cold on the outside.
So you won't feel cold
on the outside.
What? What is it?
What you just said,
that sounded very familiar.
Someone else said
that to me and...
It wasn't that long ago.
I...
Nigel,
let me have that bag.
It gives what the recipient
of the gift needs, right?
Yes.
Oh, I hope this works!
This is for you.
Oh, thank you.
Mrs. Claus!
Whoa Prancer, Vixen!
It worked!
That's the magic word!
"Mrs. Claus"!
I remember now!
Nigel, my boy.
I remember who I am!
I am Santa Claus!
Angela!
My darling girl!
You did it.
You did it!
I thank you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Santa!
We have to leave.
- We only have two minutes.
- Yes, you're right, Nigel.
I'm just saving us a stop
later on.
This is for my dear friend,
Hannah!
Merry Christmas, my dear!
Mom, look!
Now we can take
photos together!
And now...
Something for a very
special young man.
Reach inside!
Be very, very careful.
It's Max!
Max!
He's so cute!
Oh, you remembered!
I told you I would!
Can I keep him?
Of course you can,
sweetheart!
Wayne! Angela!
I do believe you two already
have everything you need.
We certainly do.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Good? Great?
Everybody happy?
Can, uh, we go now?
Please!
All:
(laughing)
As you say, Nigel, as you say.
Oh! Toby!
I just thought
of something else!
- Your last wish!
- My last wish?
Wouldn't be much
of a Christmas now, would it?
Without snow?
The sh**ting star!
That was you!
Goodbye, my dear,
and thank you all.
Till the next time.
To the sky and goodbye!
Mrs. Claus!
On my beauties!
On we go!
Oh h* h* h* h* h*!
h* h* h* h* h* h*!
Bye, Santa!
Bye, Nigel!
h* h* h* h* h* h*!
Merry Christmas!
Hang on, Nigel!
It was the night before Christmas...
Oh, but not quite.
Because some creatures
were stirring
and that wasn't right.
You see,
Santa's schedule was wrong.
A mistake had been made.
And this was the story
of how Christmas was saved.
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Night Before the Night Before Christmas, The (2010)
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