Jingle All the Way 2 Page #3

Not the real thing but

a startling simulation.

"Dad too," as in "dad also. "

Your job is to be there

for Noel, same as Larry.

That's all that matters.

Okay?

Okay?

Teddy bear.

I'm telling you, Claude...

Victor may have a snow machine,

but Noel is gonna love this.

- Larry, this is crazy. - Yeah, but

it's the real-good kind of crazy.

Who needs a snow machine

when you've got real snow?

Go like this.

It's better on your back.

- When is he gonna be here?

- I'm sure he'll be here soon, honey.

Hopefully in the next year.

That's Larry.

There he is.

- Hey.

- Hey. He's here.

- Hi, Daddy.

- Where's my little girl?

Oh, good. Oh, you're getting big.

We've been waiting for a half hour.

Where have you been?

- I got a surprise for Noel.

- A surprise? What is it? What is it?

How would you like to have

some real snow at Christmas?

- We already have snow at Victor's.

- I know, but that's that fake stuff.

I mean real snow. This come out

of the sky and everything.

It's real snow, not that synthetic

man-made polyester stuff...

that you've got at your house.

- This is real.

- That would be awesome.

- Darn right it would be.

- Let's show these nonbelievers, Lar.

Oh, boy. It's gonna be exciting.

This is the best idea I ever had.

Get ready to be bowled over.

- Anybody got a towel?

- Daddy?

- You know what that is?

- No.

It's a tickle monster.

It's a tickle monster.

All right, you goof, time for bed.

Good night, Dad. Thanks for the snow.

I really liked it, even though

it was melted and everything.

Sweetie, that's nice of you.

I appreciate it.

Listen, I love you. Good night. Now,

you have a good night's sleep, okay?

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night, sweetie.

I don't know, Claude.

I just can't catch a break.

I don't know how I can

compete with Victor.

It's tough. I'll give you that.

He's younger, richer, more educated.

He's in great shape and much,

much, much better-looking.

All right. I get the point.

But the more important question is...

why do you feel the need

to compete with Victor?

Noel doesn't care about that stuff.

She loves you for you, Larry.

I am pretty lovable.

Good night, Larry.

See you later, Claude.

- Is my angel ready to order?

- I sure am.

- I was referring to the little angel.

- Oh, sorry.

My usual, Maggie, please.

PB & J, light on the

PB and heavy on the J.

- Correct. - I'll have the

same thing I always have too.

Deep-fried everything,

hold the salad.

I tell you what, Maggie,

you know me pretty good.

I got your number, Larry.

So, what you working on there?

Your homework?

My letter to Santa.

Letter to Santa? I thought

you got that done July 4th.

There's something special I want.

- What is it?

- I can't tell you or anyone else.

If I do, it won't come true.

It's like making a wish.

No, no, no. Don't worry.

I'm not gonna ruin that.

But, hey, can you

give me a little hint?

I'm asking Santa...

for the one thing I want more

than anything in the world.

Well, hey, I got an idea.

There's a mailbox right over there.

Why don't you give me the letter,

and then I'll run it out there?

Would you, Daddy? Thank you so much.

You got it, squirt.

I'll be right back.

Hey, Larry.

- Hey, Claude, what's going on?

- What you up to?

Noel's letter to Santa Claus.

I figure what Victor can do

in quantity, I can do in quality.

What? You're not thinking

of opening that, are you?

Yeah. Of course.

I mean, look, Victor can get a big old

tree and a bunch of fancy lights...

and a bunch of fake snow.

But when I see what she's got

in here, what she really wants...

I can give it to her.

That's a private letter,

not addressed to you.

Not to mention,

that's a federal crime.

Claude, it's my daughter's

letter to Santa Claus.

I think we're gonna be fine.

That's just wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

And you see this? This is

my letter to Santa Claus.

If I find out you tampered with it,

you're gonna answer to me...

and Mr. Claus himself.

Boy, who pooped in his hashbrowns?

Boy, her handwriting's horrible.

Just like her daddy's.

"Dear Santa:
For Christmas

I want my family to get...

her... Hera...

Herasone. "

What the heck's a herasone?

- Bye-bye, Daddy.

- See you later, sweetheart.

- So, what did you and Larry do today?

- Not much.

- More ice fishing?

- No. We just went to the diner.

- I wrote a letter to Santa.

- Let me guess.

Pixie and her Starburst Buddies.

Little Paris and her Magical Closet.

Those are little-kid toys.

Hold on. What...?

What did you ask Santa for?

I can't tell you, or else

I won't get what I want.

I didn't even tell Dad.

Well, you know, we should probably

mail those letters right away, so...

- You know, I could take it for you.

- Dad already did.

Did he?

He went right out of the diner

to mail it as soon as I wrote it.

Really?

Thanks. Excuse me.

Security. Welling here.

Welling.

I have an assignment for you.

Yes, sir.

It would be my pleasure, sir.

What are you up to, chubby?

Oh, hey. Hi, I'm Jeffrey.

Welcome to Toy Traders.

Merry Christmas, happy holidays,

happy Hanukkah...

happy Kwanzaa, and a very

happy winter solstice.

- I think you got all the bases covered.

- Thank you.

Listen. I'm looking for something,

but I don't quite know what I'm looking for.

Okay.

Herasone.

I'm sorry. I'm having a hard

time reading your handwriting.

That's not my handwriting.

It's my daughter's. She's 7.

- Mine's a lot worse, trust me.

- Oh, it is?

- Yeah.

- You have any of those?

Yeah. No clue. No idea, sir.

Oh, boy.

Wait a second.

Unless she means Harrison.

- What's a Harrison?

- Harrison the Talking Bear.

You're gonna love this.

Follow me. Yes!

Harrison the Talking Bear.

Haven't you heard?

It's only the most popular toy amongst the

coveted 5-to-10-year-old age demographic.

So the bear learns the kids' names

and then says it back to them.

It's the hottest toy this season.

- Really? That bear?

- Oh, yeah. They love it.

- That's what kids are going nuts over.

- Nuts for the bear.

Well, all right. I guess

I'll get my daughter one.

Sorry, but we're all sold out.

These things keep flying off the

shelves as fast as we can stock them.

My daughter really wants one of these bears.

Think maybe you might have one in the back?

Sorry. But...

if you write your name and number down,

I will call you as soon as we get more in.

You think some other stores

might have one of these bears?

Maybe.

You'll have to try again tomorrow.

All the shops are closing up right now.

All right. Well, it looks like

tomorrow I'm going bear hunting.

Well, thanks for

shopping at Toy Traders.

Merry Christmas, happy holidays,

happy Hanukkah...

happy Kwanzaa, and a very

happy winter solstice.

- Okay. Merry Christmas in any language.

- Merry Christmas.

Hey. Hi, I'm Jeffrey.

Welcome to Toy Traders.

Can I help you out with anything?

A Harrison Talking Bear?

Are you sure?

That's what he asked for.

Seemed really desperate to get it.

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