'Twas the Night Page #5
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- 2001
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WELL, YEAH.
COOKIES AND MILK,
COOKIES AND MILK,
EVERYWHERE WE GO.
NO WONDER SANTA:
HAS A WEIGHT PROBLEM.
COME ON.
[HIP-HOP PLAYS]
YEAH, 1, 2,
GET DOWN:
CHRISTMAS TIME:
GONNA BLOW YOUR MIND
'CAUSE IT'S ALL GOOD
SANTA CLAUS:
WILL LOOK YOU UP
IF YOU'VE BEEN GOOD
AW, YEAH
CHRISTMAS TIME:
GONNA BLOW YOUR MIND...
Kaitlin:
UH...SANTA, I DON'T THINK
THAT TAKING A SHORTCU WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA.
WHY NOT?
JUST A HUNCH.
NONSENSE.
EXCUSE ME, BOYS.
Santa:
WOULD YOU MINDMOVING YOUR VEHICLE?
I DON'T THINK
THEY HEARD ME.
SANTA.
[HONK HONK]
OH, MY GOD.
KAITLIN,
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
WANTS TO TALK.
UH-OH.
WELL, WELL, WELL.
WHAT DO WE:
HAVE HERE?
SANTA CLAUS AND:
HIS LITTLE ELVES.
HA HA HA! DEAR, NO.
THESE AREN'T ELVES.
ELVES ARE ACTUALLY
SHORTER CREATURES
WITH POINTY EARS,
MISCHIEVOUS:
AND DISOBEDIENT,
BUT INHERENTLY KIND.
YOU TRYIN'
TO PLAY GAMES:
WITH ME, BUDDY?
WOULD YOU LIKE:
TO PLAY A GAME?
ALL RIGHT.
WHAT?
Santa:
IS THISSOME NEW GAME:
I'M NOT AWARE OF?
Kaitlin:
YEAH,IN BIG TROUBLE" GAME.
OH, DEAR.
THESE ARE NAUGHTY BOYS.
YES, THEY ARE.
STOP, BOYS!
BOYS, BOYS.
GET BACK HERE!
SANTA! NO! GET BACK!
NO! DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR!
NOW, BOYS.
BOYS, BOYS, BOYS.
Tagger:
OH, BIG MAN!
HEY, BIG MAN,
LET'S SEE
WHAT YOU GOT!
Second Tagger:
LOOK AT THAT DUDE.
NOW, SON, I DON'T WAN ANY TROUBLE.
SORRY, PAL,
'CAUSE TROUBLE'S
WHAT YOU GOT.
NOW COME ON.
I DIDN'T WANT TO
HAVE TO DO THIS, BUT...
OHH, WE ARE IN TROUBLE.
Tagger:
HA HA HA,YOU'RE KIDDING ME,
RIGHT?
HA HA HA HA!
IS THIS GUY:
FOR REAL?
ALL RIGHT,
COME ON. LET'S SEE
WHAT YOU GOT, HUH?
COME ON, COME ON,
COME ON!
LIKE THAT, HUH?
COME ON, YOU GONNA
COME ON, COME ON!
THIS GUY FOR REAL?
HA HA HA HA!
HA HA HA HA HA.
NOW CUT THAT OUT.
NOW BRING IT!
LET'S GO!
THIS IS IT.
KITCHY-KITCHY COO!
HA HA HA HA!
ALL RIGHT,
THAT AIN'T FUNNY,
YOU KNOW!
ALL RIGHT,
COME ON!
Tagger:
COME ON,YOU CAN TAKE HIM,
GET HIM!
KOOTCHY-OOTCHY-OOTCHY!
I GIVE, I GIVE, I GIVE,
I GIVE!
YOU'RE ONE
TOUGH TICKLER, MAN!
I SWEAR, YOU GUYS
AND YOU'RE
GONNA DEAL WITH ME!
AND I DON'T TICKLE!
YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, DOG.
YEAH, HOW'D YA
LIKE TO JOIN MY CREW?
HO. THAT'S
VERY HOSPITABLE OF YOU,
BUT, UH,
WE'VE GOT TO GET GOING.
AS I SAID,
WE HAVE BUSINESS
TO CONDUCT.
YOU SHOULDN' BE DRIVING
AROUND HERE, MAN.
THERE'S ALL KINDS
OF CREEPS RUNNING
AROUND, YOU KNOW?
DO YOU HAVE:
A BETTER IDEA?
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING]
HO HO HO HO HO.
THANK YOU, PABLO.
NOW YOU BOYS:
CHECK YOUR STOCKINGS
TOMORROW:
AND SEE WHA SANTA BROUGHT YOU.
Tagger:
RIGHT ON, SANTA.KIND OF CATCHING.
[JINGLE BELLS PLAYING]
Peter:
COME ON, SANTA.YOU'RE LATE!
UH, AM I? UH...
LOT OF GOOD:
YOU DO ME NOW.
I NEEDED YOU:
FOR THE FINAL RUSH
THIS AFTERNOON,
NOT AT CLOSING TIME.
DON'T THINK I'M NO GONNA REPORT THIS
TO YOUR UNION REP.
WELL, ACTUALLY,
I'M MORE
OF AN INDEPENDEN CONTRACTOR.
THE NEXT TIME:
WITH COMPUTER EXPERIENCE,
I'LL PUT A PILLOW
UNDER MY SHIRT!
Kaitlin:
UM, EXCUSE ME, SIR,BUT COULD YOU SHOW ME
WHERE THE LOUMAX 2327s
ARE, PLEASE?
WELL, GO ON
AND SHOW HER.
AISLE 2.
OH, HEH.
RIGHT THIS WAY.
UGH.
TEMPS.
Danny:
I GO A GOOD IDEA.WHY DON'T WE GO
TO THE HOMELESS:
SHELTER?
PASS OUT SOME STUFF
THERE.
HOMELESS SHELTER?
THEY HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING...
SO, YES,
RIGHT. I'M WITH YOU...
OR...OR...
HEY, HERE'S A GREAT IDEA.
WHY DON'T WE
JUST ZOOM OVER:
TO THE VANDERLIP MANSION
AND SPREAD SOME:
CHRISTMAS MAGIC THERE?
NAH, THERE WON' BE ANY KIDS THERE.
JUST A WHOLE BUNCH
OF GROWNUPS:
IN FANCY CLOTHES
AND JEWELS,
HAVING A PARTY:
OR SOMETHING.
YEAH.
THEY'VE GOT MORE
THAN THEY NEED.
WHY WOULD WE WAN TO GIVE THEM MORE?
WELL, WE WOULDN'T.
BUT, YOU SEE, THAT'S--
THAT'S MY IDEA, DANNY.
LISTEN, THEY'RE PROBABLY
GONNA HAVE SOME KIND
OF MAJOR FEAST, RIGHT?
WITH CAVIAR, ROAST BEEF,
ALL THE TRIMMINGS.
I GUESS, YEAH.
THAT OLD FOGEY CLAUS.
WE SWITCH THE DINNERS.
AH HA HA HA!
YEAH, WE LE THE RICH FOLKS SEE
WHAT LIFE IS:
REALLY LIKE FOR A CHANGE
BRING A LITTLE CHRISTMAS CHEER
TO THE DOWNTRODDEN.
THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!
MAN, YOU ARE
A GREAT SANTA.
I TRY.
THESE BABIES:
LOUMAX 2327s...
IT'S THE MOS POWERFUL HOME COMPUTER
EVER CONCEIVED,
WITH A 1.2 TETRABYTE
HARD DRIVE:
AND A 6 GIGAHERTZ
PROCESSOR:
AND 512 MEGS OF RAM.
KAITLIN,
SOMEONE'S COMING.
DO SOMETHING!
IF THEY CATCH US,
HMM.
Peter:
EXCUSE ME, SIR.
HEY,
WHAT ARE YOU ALL
DOING OVER THERE?
NOTHING. I HAVE TO GO
TO THE BATHROOM.
SO GO.
CAN YOU TAKE ME?
HEY, I'M
NOT YOUR DAD,
LITTLE KID.
TO DO IT OVER HERE, THEN.
NO, NO. NOT THERE.
WHAT ARE YOU, NUTS?
COME ON,
I'LL SHOW YOU
WHERE IT IS.
HE'S CREATED
A DIVERSION.
GREAT.
OK. THAT OUGHT TO DO IT.
NOW, PUSH THE ON BUTTON
AND HOPE.
Computer:
THIS IS...OK. LET'S WRANGLE US
A SLEIGH.
YEAH, LIFE IS FINALLY
CUTTING US BAD BOYS
A BREAK, HUH, DANNY?
WE JUST MIGH COME OUT ON TOP THIS TIME--
WHOA! EASY, EASY.
HOT SOUP.
OW.
[SIGHS]
YEAH, LET'S DEFINITELY
DO THIS AGAIN NEXT YEAR.
YEAH.
I'M SURE BY THEN,
SANTA'LL BE BACK
AT THE CONTROLS.
WITH HEAD INJURIES.
YEP, YOU AND I
MIGHT JUST HAVE:
FOR MANY YEARS TO COME,
MY FRIEND.
[LAUGHS]
THERE'S THE MANSION.
OH, YEAH.
Danny:
READY?YEAH.
LET'S TAKE HER IN.
DANNY, EASY.
THIS ISN'T SPLASH MOUNTAIN.
BUT I'M NO DOING THAT.
WHAT?
I'VE LOST CONTROL.
SOMEBODY ELSE IS
STEERING THE SLEIGH.
WELL, WHO?!
Kaitlin:
OH!OK, DANNY.
LET'S SHOW YOU WHO'S
IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT.
Danny and Nick:
WHOA-OH-OH!
AAAH!
LET ME HAVE THAT THING!
Danny:
NO, NO,IT'S NOT GONNA WORK.
Both:
WHOA!SOMEBODY'S HACKED
INTO OUR SYSTEM.
THEY'RE FLYING
OUR SLEIGH.
WHOA!
WHOO!
WHAT JUST HAPPENED?
WHOEVER'S DOING THIS
HAS GO A MUCH MORE POWERFUL
COMPUTER THAN WE DO.
WHOA!
HOLD ON!
GOOD IDEA!
OK, I KNOW.
I'LL PUT IN
THE COORDINATES:
FOR MY HOUSE.
Santa:
YOU'D BETTER HURRY.Danny:
OK, HERE'SA STUPID IDEA.
Nick:
I'M LISTENING.WE COULD...
CUT THE POWER OFF,
THEN THROW I BACK ON REAL QUICK.
THAT WOULD:
STOP THE SIGNAL,
BUT IT COULD:
ALSO DO SOME DAMAGE
TO THE HARD DRIVE.
WHO CARES:
ABOUT THE HARD DRIVE?
IT'S OUR ONLY CHOICE.
LET'S DO IT NOW
BECAUSE WE'RE
RIGHT OVER THE MANSION. GO.
[SLEIGH POWERS DOWN]
Both:
AAAAAAAH!DON'T YOU THINK
IT'S ABOUT TIME
I'M TRYING!
I'M TRYING!
YOU DID IT! WHOO-HOO!
OK. WE'RE STILL DROPPING,
BUT NOT AS FAST.
OK, EASY, NOW. EASY.
ALL RIGHT. I KNOW.
I GOT IT.
DON'T WORRY,
DON'T WORRY.
EASY!
I'M AN ACE.
OK. GOOD. WE'RE SAFE.
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