Arthur Christmas Page #7

l have something. lt's very faint but--

Scramble drone.

That's it, there!

We made it!

Not quite.

Dash!

lt's right up me steam pipe!

-lt's tracking something electronic!

-We haven't got...

...any "electrickery." Just wood...

...and brass and--

Oh, dear.

-Your slipper!

-Your slipper!

We have lock.

We got to get you down there, lad.

-They'll see us! We'll be stopped!

-Give me that.

-What are you doing?

-lt's Evie they're after.

She doesn't fit this world, Arthur.

She's a relic.

Evie?

l always knew she'd be needed

one more time.

You go on. We'll let them have her.

You're coming too.

You were right, Arthur. lt doesn't matter

how Santa's gift gets there.

Doesn't even matter if it's...

-...Mr. Postman in his spaceship.

-As long as it gets there.

You made it happen, lad.

No one got left out.

Get off.

Now, do as l say.

They're firing on us!

-A death ray!

-Made of chocolate...

...and oranges.

-Unidentified...

...varnished object...

...turn back or we shoot.

Go!

Turn back.

Happy Christmas!

ln Santa we believe!

Go on, elf.

You too.

Fire missiles.

This is it, old fella.

Maybe the next...

...Santa never sat in my Evie...

...but Arthur did.

And he's as good a man

as any Santa there's ever been.

Goodbye, Evie.

Thank you, everyone.

You just saved Christmas.

Trelew.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Well done, dear.

Poor Arthur. He tried so hard.

-He's flunked again.

-Of course...

...he hasn't, dear.

We're here. The little girl

will get her present.

l think he's done rather splendidly.

My Margaret.

Good morning, Gwen. Ho, ho, et cetera.

Apologies for the minor delay.

l'm sure that even a child

can understand...

...that in an operation

as complex as Christmas...

...there's always an insignificant

margin of error...

...which is you. As a gesture...

...l've upgraded you

to the Glamorfast Ultra X-3...

...which retails at 9.99 more

than your requested gift.

Bigger ergo better.

lf you wouldn't mind

just signing a legal waiver?

Pedro? A boy?

A Spanish boy?

This is an error.

Now get off the bike.

Will you get--?

No, no, no. Please don't cry.

No cry-o.

No "sob-idad."

lt's over a mile.

We've got no sleigh, no reindeer,

and you can't even walk.

What are you doing?

l can cycle!

Oi! Come back!

What about the wrapping?!

The church. She lives by the church!

Happy Christmas, cows!

Meltdown. Ten seconds

to figgy Flensburg. Snowman.

German, leave out the carrot.

ls Santa on shoe?

What the--?!

Look, everyone! lt's Arthur!

He's delivering the present.

-lt's Arthur.

-Hooray for Arthur!

Meltdown paused.

Come back!

Oh, my head.

Ye baubles,

a beautiful young reindeer.

So who am l, then?

Okay, so l'm not great with children.

Does that make me a bad Santa?

You're hardly perfect.

Let me guess. You put in the address,

you saw a list of Trelews...

...and just clicked on the first one?

You're just like Arthur.

-Am l?

-North Pole...

But, sir...

...it's Arthur. He's still going.

Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!

Arthur?

No one gets an unwrapped present

on my watch.

Three bits of sticky tape.

Three.

Stand up!

Finger!

The church!

Right foot.

Left foot.

There it is!

One!

Hands up!

Arthur!

Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!

Nearly there!

Front wheel!

-Two!

-Yes!

That's it, there!

Back wheel!

-Ready?

-Do it!

Here we go!

Three!

Elf down.

Bryony?

Go on, Arthur. Quick!

There's always time for a bow.

No, we can't be too late.

lt's so unfair.

Merry Christmas!

All the Santas

taking the missing present.

lt's beautiful!

Hug me. Hug me.

Dad!

You came! l knew you would.

You wouldn't just go to bed

and forget Gwen.

You're Santa!

Give me that.

l'm Santa! l'm delivering it!

Don't be silly, l'm Santa.

Can't you see from me suit?

l am actually Santa,

and l think it would be best--

l'm Santa! You handed over!

-l didn't, in fact, technically--

-You said l could drive!

l'm Santa, you naughty boys.

Here, have a bonbon.

You--

lt's Christmas!

Please.

Gwen just has to have a present

from Santa.

You do it, Arthur.

Mummy! Daddy! Wake up!

There's a ribbon! To downstairs!

-Father, please keep it down.

-Merry Christmas, everyone.

Dad, wait.

Please, let's....

ln all my years, l've never actually....

Always so busy.

Too busy.

l'm not good at....

ln my day, a pat on the back

and a walnut went a long way.

Mummy, Daddy, come on!

Look, a ribbon to downstairs!

-Come on, then.

-l think it's under the tree!

Oh, look!

What is it?

l can see pink!

lt's a bike!

Santa brought me the bike l wanted!

Did he?

Can l have a go?

Please, please, please?

Steve...

...you deserve to be Santa.

But, Steve...

...l wonder if Gwen is right.

Watch out. Careful...

...l'm gonna bump into you.

Oh, no.

l'll be the candle, eh?

You're better men than....

Both of you.

A bike and...

...a squirrel!

Drop complete.

And we have a new Santa!

Christmas accomplished.

Arthur!

-Oh, Arthur.

-Commence...

...decking halls.

You know, l've always liked Arthur.

Do you think he likes espresso?

And may 1 00 percent

of your Christmases be white.

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