Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

Its the Christmas season,

a time for telling colourful

holiday stories.

My favourite story of all time

is about my grandma.

She had this encounter with a reindeer.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer

walking home from our house Christmas Eve.

You can say theres no such thing

as Santa,

but as for me and grandpa, we believe.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer,

all right?

And as incredible as it was,

it almost put an end to Christmas.

But Im getting ahead of myself.

So lets go back to the beginning.

It was December and everyone in Cityville

was caught up in the chaos of the holidays.

And no place was busier

than my grandmas store.

My grandmas store!

There it is.

Check it out.

It was a one-of-a-kind place.

She carried all kinds of stuff

year around.

She sold decorations, handmade toys

at least one of anything you could

imagine for the holidays.

Theres grandma.

Did I mention she likes to dress up

to read Christmas stories to kids

while their parents shop?

And the little baby Christmas tree

looked up at papa tree Grandma!

And thats me, Jake Spankenheimer.

Cousin Mel is scaring away

another customer!

You can stop right there.

Thats shoplifting, missy.

Now, what seems to be the problem?

Problem? No problem.

No money, no merchandise.

No way!

Your credit is always good here, Martha.

Why, you just stop by

when you get your next paycheck.

Thanks, grandma.

Everyone have a merry Christmas!

You, too.

Things have to change.

This store cant get rich selling

holiday pastries on credit.

Youre not a businesswoman.

Youre an old fruitcake.

Everyone else is happy the way things are.

Right, Frank?

Beats punching a time clock

for someone else.

I like spending time with the family at work.

You see, look around you.

We are rich.

Lifes about being nice to people.

Money ah!

Id say we make enough.

Enough?

Enough is never enough!

A set of replacement wheels

for my rollerblades

Adding to your Christmas wish list?

Sisters!

Ah, yeah, I thought so.

A computer nerd who still

believes in Santa Claus.

Youre so reality challenged.

Daphne, stop teasing your brother!

He started it!

Come on downstairs.

Your dad has a surprise.

Tell her, mom.

Santa Claus is real.

Well,

theres no easy answer.

Historically, there was a saint Nick who

with a loving heart filled childrens

shoes with gifts of all sorts.

So, Santa today represents

the true meaning of Christmas

giving to others.

Dad, is Santa Claus real?

What your mother said.

Hey, who wants to put up a tree?

Oh, right, Christmas tree!

Thats not a Christmas tree.

Youre looking at the new inflatable

Christmas tree manufactured

by the Cityville Own-all Corporation.

But our family always goes out

and gets a real tree.

Dont you want to save the forest?

Nobody gets a tree anymore.

Its not cool.

Wish they had Christmas trees

like that when I was a boy.

Here we go again.

We had to chop our trees down by hand.

Never forget the time I had to use

a beaver for a chain saw.

Last time you told it,

it was a woodpecker.

Okay, everyone, gather round your dad.

I want a video of our first

inflatable tree.

This tree is going to save lots of time.

Whats the fun in that?

Wheres the jabbing yourself

with pine needles,

hanging ornaments, the old-fashioned

smell of a genuine douglas fir?

If you like old-fashioned smells

Ill get my fishing boots.

Oops

Sorry.

As crazy as things were at home,

they got crazier the day I met

the most powerful man in Cityville.

Excuse me. Im

Austin Bucks!

CEO of the Cityville Own-all Corporation.

Grandma says you own everything.

Well, not yet, but thats why

I want to speak to your grandma.

Im sure she wants to see you.

But right now, grandma Elfen-heimer

is reading to the kids.

I heard about that.

Say, you wouldnt happen to have

an extra elf costume I could wear?

Nope, sorry. But theres a troll costume.

Well, grandma Elfenheimer.

Mr. Austin Troll Bucks.

I dont suppose youre dressed that way

to read Billy Goats Gruff to the kids.

No. I did it so youd listen

to my offer to buy your store.

Didnt help. Dont want to listen.

Ill pay a lot of money.

Ka-ching!

Youd be selling to the biggest

and the best.

Do you know why my company controls

every mall and sidewalk, Santa?

Because people are too busy

to think about Christmas.

With their cellular phones

and fax machines, e-mail

theyre never really away from work.

And you figure youre helping.

Yes. There wouldnt be a Cityville

Christmas without me.

Your store sits on the perfect place

to build the crown jewel of my empire.

Picture it:
Gifts delivered on

Christmas Eve by our new sleighmobile.

Isnt that what Santa does?

How cute. He still believes in

Santa Claus.

Jake, do you think

I should sell the store?

Are you kidding?

I love this place.

You with no store would be like

Christmas without Santa.

Well, there you have it

from the mouths of babes.

Surely youre not going to let Jake

make such a big decision.

Hes just a kid.

In case you change your mind.

Thank you.

And you can keep the troll costume.

Bye-bye.

Ive always loved a man in tights.

Grandma, do you realize

what you just did?

You let my fortune walk out the door!

That was my future!

I mean Jakes future

Money for college, travel to Italy,

world cruises, sports cars, jewels

Id tell you to put a cork in it,

you greedy money-grubber!

But grandmas shouldnt talk that way.

Grandma,

if this store were mine,

Id sell it.

Cousin Mel,

this store will never be yours.

Oh, yeah!

Well see.

Cousin Mel was wrong.

You can keep a store going

on goodwill and baked goods.

By the looks of my house

at Christmas time

youd think grandma was single-handedly

supplying the entire free world

with Christmas goodies.

The way I see it, you can divide

the world into two groups:

People who like fruitcake,

and all the rest of us.

The holidays were upon us

and things were going fine

till the day I heard the doorbell

and a chill ran up my spine.

I grabbed the wife and children

as the postman wheeled it in.

My yearly Christmas nightmare

has just come back again:

It was harder than the head

of uncle Bucky,

heavy as a sermon of preacher Lucky,

ones enough to give the whole state

of Kentucky a great big bellyache.

It was denser than a drove of

barnyard turkeys,

tougher than a truckload of all-beef jerky

drier than a drought in Albuquerque

grandmas killer fruitcake.

Youre a great helper, Jake.

Now, just stir that bowl of ingredients

and its ready for the oven.

Grandma, Jake,

Im afraid Doofus got out again.

I cant find him anywhere.

Why, I wonder where that adorable dog

could have run off to this time.

Come on, Jake.

Hah! I dont know who buys your

cakes and cookies

but this will for darn sure

make everyone sick.

That ought to stop people

from shopping at the store

and with no customers youll

have to sell, grandma!

Doofus was right next to the fireplace.

Must have missed him.

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