'Twas the Night Page #3

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A POTENTIAL INVESTOR.

OH, UNCLE NICKO

NEEDS A BREAK.

Harry, on computer:

OH, WE'RE GETTING THERE.

WE'RE GETTING HIM.

WE'RE GETTING HIM.

THE SHARK:

HAS FOUND ITS PREY!

HELLO, NICK!

YOU ROTTEN LITTLE WORM.

DID YOU FORGET WE HAVE

YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS?

AND DON'T THINK

YOU CAN CUT US OFF,

EITHER, WRIGLEY,

'CAUSE

WE'RE TRACKING YOU

AND WE'RE ABOUT TO

FIND YOU RIGHT NOW.

Harry:
HEH HEH!

WE'RE NEARLY THERE.

DO SOMETHING.

DO SOMETHING.

[LAUGHING]

Harry:
WE'LL FIND YOU

RIGHT NOW.

DARE I?

I DARE.

THE WRIGLEY SUPER VIRUS--

INVENTED FOR:

JUST THIS OCCASION.

[VOICE TRANSMISSION

BREAKING UP]

BYE-BYE.

THAT'LL SCRAMBLE

THEIR HARD DRIVE.

AND EVERY OTHER:

WORKING COMPUTER

WITHIN 50 MILES.

Man:
WHOA! ALBERT!

ALBERT! I CAN'T SEEM

TO CONTROL THIS THING!

IT'S DESCENDING

MUCH TOO QUICKLY!

WHOA! ALBERT, HELP ME!

HELP ME!

SWANSON? NO.

[THUD]

[MUMBLING]

[LOUD THUD, CLATTERING]

[FOOTSTEPS THUMPING

ACROSS ROOF]

HEY.

THAT WAS YOU.

NO. I THOUGH IT WAS YOU.

[LOUD THUMPING]

OR MAYBE A SQUIRREL?

IF HE'S A SQUIRREL,

HE'S THE SIZE

OF A SAINT BERNARD.

[HEAVY LOAD DRAGGING

ACROSS ROOF]

HOLD ON.

[LOUD RUMBLING RACKET]

AH!

DID YOU SEE WH--

MM.

MM.

ALL RIGHT, ALBERT,

I'M IN.

Elf:
GOOD WORK, SANTA.

NOW YOU GOTTA LOOK

FOR THEIR COMPUTER.

YOU SEE ANYTHING AROUND?

I SEE IT, YES. YES.

OK, YOU WANNA

GO OVER THERE:

AND LOOK FOR SOMETHING

THAT'S FLASHING OR WHATEVER,

AND YOU'RE GONNA PUT I INTO THE TRASH CAN.

NOW WHAT?

JUST CLICK I AND MOVE IT OVER THERE.

OK, YES.

YES.

[POOF]

THAT'S IT?

THAT LITTLE THING

GROUNDED US?

SORRY. THAT'S IT.

I'M TELLING YOU, ALBERT,

THIS FANCY TECHNOLOGY

IS MORE TROUBLE:

THAN IT'S WORTH.

I KNOW. I KNOW

IT'S JUST A BACKUP.

WELL, NEXT YEAR,

THE REINDEER ARE

LINING UP FOR FLU SHOTS

LIKE THE REST OF US.

RIGHT. ALBERT!

I'VE GO TO GET TO WORK NOW.

I'M HANGING UP.

GOOD-BYE.

[SIGHS]

WELL, I MIGHT AS WELL

BEGIN HERE.

LET'S SEE NOW...

THE WRIGLEYS.

AH, YES.

PETER, NICE.

KAITLIN, NICE.

AND DAN--

OH, DANNY.

ON THE "NAUGHTY" LIS AGAIN, DANNY, HUH?

AND I BE YOU'VE BEEN NO HELP

IN STEERING YOUR NEPHEW

IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION,

HAVE YOU, MR. NICK-ON-THE-

NAUGHTY-LIST-FOR-LIFE?

WHOA!

...WHAT I SAW?

WHOA!

WHAT? WHAT?

[NICK STAMMERING]

H-H-HOW'D YOU

GET IN HERE?

WHAT--WHO ARE YOU?

UM...

UM, DON'T WORRY.

IT'S NO WHAT YOU THINK.

NO. UM, I, UH...

UH--UH, YOU'RE

JUST HALLUCINATING.

YEAH. I'M NOT REALLY HERE.

YOU'RE DREAMING. YES.

LOOK OVER THERE.

YEAH.

AH!

AH!

GAAH!

Nick:
DANNY...

YEAH?

Nick:
STAY AWAY

FROM THE EGG NOG.

WOULD YOU STOP:

KICKING HIM?

WHAT IF:

HE'S STILL AWAKE?

STOP.

[MUMBLING]

IT'S HIM, ISN'T IT?

IT'S THE REAL HIM.

NO.

NO, IT'S NO THE REAL HIM,

BECAUSE THERE'S

NO SUCH THING:

AS THE REAL HIM.

WELL, THEN WHO IS HIM?

WHERE DID HE COME FROM?

I DON'T KNOW, BUT, UH...

I'M SURE THAT THERE IS

A LOGICAL EXPLANATION

FOR THIS.

LOGICAL EXPLANATION?

WHOAAA!

[SQUEAKY LITTLE VOICE]

AAAH! MAYBE NOT!

WHOO! WHAT THE--

I GOTTA LAY OFF:

THE EGG NOG.

OH!

[WHIMPERS]

UH...

DANNY!

GAH!

DID YOU HAPPEN:

TO PUSH A BUTTON

ON THAT...BALL?

TH-THIS?

YES!

I--I THINK SO.

WELL, PRESS...

ANOTHER...

BUTTON!

OH!

OK.

WOW!

MAY I SEE THAT?

OH...

THIS IS THE REAL SANTA CLAUS.

A REAL...DEAD SANTA CLAUS.

OH, HE'S NOT DEAD.

HE'S JUST UNCONSCIOUS.

HE'LL BE OK.

WELL, WHAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS?

WHAT ABOUT CHRISTMAS?

CHRISTMAS?

IT-IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE.

YEAH?

WELL, IF THIS IS ALL REAL

AND HE'S THE REAL SANTA,

THEN HE'S GOTTA DELIVER

ALL THESE PRESENTS TONIGHT.

BUT IF HE'S KNOCKED OU TOO LONG,

HE'S NOT GONNA BE ABLE

TO DELIVER ANY PRESENTS.

I MEAN, THERE

WON'T BE A CHRISTMAS.

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

CALM DOWN, OK?

FIRST OF ALL,

WE ARE GONNA:

DO NOTHING.

NADA. ZIPPO.

OK, THIS WHOLE

CHRISTMAS THING,

THAT'S NOT OUR PROBLEM.

THAT'S HIS GIG.

I MEAN, IF YOU

WANNA TOTE AROUND

A HEAVY BAG:

FULL OF PRESENTS

FOR PEOPLE:

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW,

WELL, THAT'S FINE

WITH ME, BUT, UH-UH.

YEAH, BUT IT'S--

IT'S WHAT?

HMM?

WHAT?

DANNY?

AH!

OH, NO.

OK, UH...

[WHIMPERING]

HMM.

OHH! OH!

WHOA.

HOO.

OH!

HO! OH!

WOW!

OH.

[CHUCKLES]

YEAH.

SANTA.

GOIN' HIGH TECH,

HUH, SANTA?

OOP.

[SLEIGH POWERING UP]

WHOA! OH! OHH!

UH!

OFF.

[SLEIGH POWERS DOWN]

WOW!

YEEH!

OH.

UM...

UH, UH...

WAH-HOO!

HOO!

OH!

THIS HAS POSSIBILITIES.

OH.

OH, UH...

...CHRISTMAS.

WE REALLY SHOULD

DO SOMETHING.

YOU KNOW, YOU MAKE

A VERY GOOD POINT.

WHAT IF WE PICK UP

THE GAUNTLE AND SELFLESSLY FULFILL

SANTA'S MIRACULOUS

MISSION OURSELVES?

REALLY?

REALLY.

BUT YOU WERE JUST SAYING

THAT YOU DIDN'T WANNA

HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.

THAT WAS THEN.

THIS IS NOW.

YOU MADE ME:

SEE THE LIGHT.

AND YOU DON'T WAN ALL THE KIDS

IN THE WORLD:

TO GO PRESENTLESS,

DO YOU?

NO, NO. BUT I GUESS

I'M JUST A LITTLE CONFUSED.

SANTA'S GOT A FLIGH CONTROLLER ON HIS SLEIGH

THAT'S NOT TOO MUCH

DIFFERENT FROM THE ONE

I GOT YOU:

FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY.

HOW DO YOU KNOW:

HE HAS A FLIGHT CONTROLLER

ON HIS SLEIGH LIKE THAT?

I SAW IT.

IT'S UP ON--

YOU WILL NO BELIEVE--

TRUST ME.

YOU'LL SEE IT.

LISTEN,

YOU'RE THE WHIZ

AT ALL THESE:

COMPUTER GAMES,

NOT ME, SO YOU'LL

BE THE PILOT.

I'LL JUST DELIVER

THE PRESENTS.

WE'LL BE A TEAM.

WE'LL BE HEROES.

WE'LL SAVE THE DAY!

THIS IS IT, MAN.

THIS IS OUR FIRS ADVENTURE.

THIS IS WHAT WE'VE

ALWAYS TALKED ABOUT.

ARE YOU WITH ME,

PARTNER?

YEAH.

YEAH!

WAIT. WHAT ABOU KAITLIN AND PETER?

WE CAN'T JUS LEAVE THEM ALONE.

WELL, THEY'RE NOT ALONE.

HE'S HERE.

I MEAN,

UNCONSCIOUS OR NOT,

HE'S STILL A BONA FIDE

ADULT, RIGHT?

AND BESIDES,

BY THE TIME THEY

WAKE UP IN THE MORNING,

WE'LL HAVE

ALREADY BEEN BACK,

WOKEN UP THE BIG GUY

FROM HIS LITTLE NAP,

AND COLLECTED:

WHATEVER REWARD:

WE ARE SURE TO GE FOR SAVING CHRISTMAS.

HA HA! HUH?

YEAH!

YEAH!

WHOA!

HA HA HA!

Nick:
WHOO-HOO!

LOOK AT ME!

HA HA HA! WHOO!

WHOA! THIS IS LIKE

A REALLY COOL:

VIDEO GAME.

YEAH.

EXCEPT YOU GO BUGS IN YOUR TEETH.

WHOO! WE'RE SMOKIN'!

HOO HOO HOO!

OH, BABY!

WHERE ARE WE GOING?

WELL, I THOUGHT WE'D STAR ON THE EAST SIDE OF TOWN--

THE GOLD COAST.

YOU KNOW, THOSE RICH KIDS

GET SO MANY PRESENTS,

I FIGURED, IF WE

DUMP THIS STUFF FIRST,

WE'D LIGHTEN OUR LOAD.

GOOD THINKING.

AH, WELL, YOU KNOW.

OK, HANG A RIGHT.

Nick:
WHOO-HOO!

WHOO!

HUH?

UNCLE NICK.

UNCLE NICK.

[SNORING]

AAH!

Danny:
IT LOOKS LIKE

ALL YOU HAVE TO DO

IS REACH YOUR HAND

IN THE BAG, PULL IT OUT,

AND YOU'LL HAVE

THE RIGHT PRESENT.

Nick:
COOL!

LISTEN, YOU'RE

DELIVERING A PRESEN TO A GIRL NAMED KATHY.

SHE WANTED A REAL PONY

FOR CHRISTMAS.

SHE WAS NAUGHTY:

13 TIMES THIS YEAR,

SO SHE GETS...

AN ANT FARM.

[ECHOING]

AW, THAT'S COLD, MAN.

YEAH.

Danny:
SO ONCE

YOU HAVE THE PRESENT,

JUST PUT I UNDER THE TREE,

TAKE THE BALLY-WALLY

AND ZAP IT.

GOTCHA.

AH.

GOTCHA.

NO, NO, DON'T GET UP.

I WON'T BE A MINUTE.

OOH.

I LIKE.

[CHUCKLES]

OOH.

GOTCHA.

OL!

[GIGGLING]

NOW...

HO HO HO!

SPREADING THE WEALTH.

OH, LOVELY

LITTLE THINGS.

SPREADING THE WEALTH.

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