Arthur Christmas Page #3

-What must we do, Steven?

-There's nothing to do.

The mission was a success.

We can't leave a child

out of Christmas.

Sunrise at destination...

...is 7:
39 a.m. There's no way

to get there in time.

Except, of course, for the S-1 .

-The S-1 . Right-o.

-No! The S-1 ...

...has just traveled 7 million miles.

We could damage it.

Oh, dear.

-And risk the lives of the elves.

-Oh, my. No.

l'll go, sir!

Bryony Shelfley...

...Wrapping Division. Grade 3, sir.

-Who asked you?

-l wasn't called up for field duty.

l served out my mission

in Gift Wrap Support.

l wrapped 264,000 presents

in three days, sir.

lf you want that bike delivered...

...in a perfect state...

...of enwrapment, then l'm your elf.

No one is going.

lt's impossible.

-But this child--

-lt's a...

...margin of error

of 0.00000001 514834 percent...

l mean, hello?

Where's the champagne?

My department has delivered

the most outstanding Christmas ever.

Well done, us.

But there's a child without a present.

Arthur, Christmas is not a time

for emotion.

We will get 47785BXK a present...

...within the window of Christmas.

We'll messenger the item.

lt'll be there in five days.

But that'll ruin the magic.

lf there was any way at all

to make the drop tonight....

But it can't be done.

Your brother...

...knows about these things.

l won't sleep easy after this, Arthur,

but there it is.

Can't be done.

Merry Christmas.

Arthur! You're compromising...

...the wrapping! That is not...

...a toy! Well, it is...

...but, l mean, that's not--

Arthur!

Oh, come on, come on...

...come on. Child 47785BXK...

...where are you?

"Dear Santa, my friend

doesn't believe in you.

For Christmas l'd like

a pink Twinkle Bike.

Gwen Hines.

23 Mimosa Avenue,

Trelew, Cornwall, England."

Lights out.

This figurehead thingy:

l'm not just a fatty with a suit, am l?

Of course not, dear.

No. l'm Santa.

Children...

...rely on me.

Here.

Thank you. lt's just checks

for the boys and cash for Father.

Oh, Malcolm.

lt's the 2 billion other gifts, dear.

Christmas has become...

...such a mad rush.

Until you retire.

Retire?

Sit next to Father,

watching Steve on TV?

You are sitting on

a level one access HOHO.

Please state your identity.

State your identity.

Who would l be?

You'd be my Malcolm, dear.

And there's Arthur.

Dear Arthur.

-What a puzzle.

-This one's for me, dear.

Happy Christmas, Margaret.

Oh, thank you.

l'm still very much up to the job,

you know.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Malcolm.

lt just can't be. lt can't.

-lt just can't be. lt can't. lt just can't be!

-What's all this...

...kadoodle, young man?

Grandsanta.

This little girl.

She's been missed!

So much for your brother's

fancy-pants technology.

Steve and Dad racked their brains

but said it's impossible.

ls it, now?

Missed a child. Dear, oh dear,

sends shivers down me shins.

ln two hours, she's gonna wake up...

...tear downstairs,

search under the tree...

...and the look on her face....

But there's nothing there.

She won't understand. She'll think

she's the one kid in the world...

...that Santa doesn't care about.

She'll feel so...

...left out.

On Christmas night, he comes.

Gwen can't not have a present

from Santa.

Do you know, Arthur, there is a way.

lt's impossible.

They used to say it was impossible

to teach women to read.

Follow me.

lt's the actual sleigh.

Hello, Evie.

l thought it was scrapped years ago.

So did everyone else.

Can l--?

lcelandic birch. Arctic balsa.

Built in 1 845.

Able to reach 50,000 miles per hour

at a height of 40,000 feet.

Over here, you string of tinsel.

Got it.

"Potash of carboniloroxy...

...amilocitrate."

Magic dust.

Mined from the aurora borealis.

But she doesn't still go?

Not just a hobby, Arthur.

Great-great-grandchildren

of the original eight.

Dasher.

Dancer.

Prancer.

What are the others called? l could

never ruddy remember. Bambi? John.

You there, with the...

...white ear. And you.

And-- Not you, you bag of fleas.

Arthur?

l'm not really good with big animals.

Piffle!

Don't get bit, mind.

They can smell fear.

-Let's hitch them up.

-Oh, Grandsanta.

Excuse me.

You can go to Gwen!

On the old sleigh, with the reindeer

and the magic dust and everything!

lt's a miracle.

You're coming too, lad.

Me?

On that? Up there? Pulled by them?

No. No way.

l'm 1 36. l can't do it on me own,

l need an elf.

l can't fly a sleigh. l can't even

ride a bike without stabilizers.

l know, let's wake Steve. He'll--

No.

He's a worrier, Arthur. What if

he stops us? Gwen's forgotten.

-You really care.

-Well, of course...

...l do. l was Santa too.

Think of your dad...

...lying awake, chewing his...

...beard off with worry over this girl.

Don't you want to help for once?

Make him proud?

l can't.

l just-- l can't.

No, l can't.

Ready?!

No! You promise...

...not to go too fast?

Or high.

Or bumpy. l get travel sick.

l'm allergic to snow.

Ye baubles. And you a son of Santa?

Wait! My slippers!

They're not for outdoor use!

Dash! Dash!

Dash!

See?

Who's Santa now?

Put me down!

-What's the matter, boy?

-l'm having...

...a heart attack.

They've never flown before.

Just gotta break them in.

Now....

Come away!

Dash away!

Look, Arthur.

All those stars.

We're one of them now.

A shooting star!

Stuck that there for your dad

when he was a boy.

Dad? What, he sat here?

So did l.

Every young heir to the Pole

gets took out by his father.

Right back to Saint Nick.

We Clauses used to be the only men...

...in the world who could fly, Arthur...

...and see all this.

lt was a gift, a great big ball

wrapped in oceans and mountains.

l remember the look on your father's face

when he saw it.

Fish!

With horns!

Want to help me make a snowman?

No! Not ye--!

Oh, where's the seat belt?

Could Dad do that?

Did he make a snowman for Steve?

Robot Roy?

l should cocoa.

The next Santa, and he's

never even sat in a sleigh.

Oi!

-ls that...?

-The map of the Clauses.

Used every Christmas night in history.

Whatever your brother says, Arthur...

...it's the same old world.

What is it?!

No idea. l've never...

...seen it before.

-lt's a city!

-A new one?

Ruddy cheek.

They're always putting...

...these things up.

l remember the first time...

...l ran into Chicago.

Chicago wasn't on the map?

Now, where are we?

Here we are, see?

Oh, no, that's Peking.

Ahead, there's a--!

They can see us.

Well, pull the camouflage lever.

Now, then, we'd better...

...draw in a few...

...skyscratchers. Just....

Not that one.

That's a steam train, you ninny.

Do this one.

So, what do they call this place?

"Toronto."

Toronto's in Canada.

The Santas always

come through Canada.

Nobody lives here.

lt's nice and quiet.

Till your brother came with...

...his "You can't cut through Saigon,

there's a war" rubbish.

Don't need him to tell me

what's ahead.

-l got eyes.

-Grandsanta!

Ye baubles, an elf.

Bryony Shelfley. There's...

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