Jingle All the Way 2 Page #8

and buying up all the Harrison

Talking Bears in bulk...

thereby creating a shortage

just before Christmas?

Well, I know about it now.

It seems that every bear has

been bought and paid for...

by a Baxter Box Company credit card.

And all the bears have been

signed and paid for...

by someone named N. Welling.

- That would be you, wouldn't it?

- Not necessarily.

Oh, so there is more than one N.

Welling working at Baxter Box Company?

Why would I buy up Harrison

Talking Bears? I don't even have kids.

How about Victor Baxter,

the president of Baxter Box Company?

- Would he have something to do with this?

- No, absolutely not.

Oh, so this is something that

you are doing on your own.

You greedy jerk.

My little girl wanted one of those

bears more than anything else.

You ruined her Christmas.

No comment.

- I mean...

- How dare you?

- Shame on you. - I wasn't trying

to ruin anyone's Christmas.

Well, then what were you trying

to do, then, Mr. Welling?

- What's the deal here?

- Yeah, what's going on?

- What is the meaning of this?

- We want the truth.

We want the truth.

We want the truth. We want the truth.

It wasn't me. It was Victor Baxter.

He made me buy up all the bears. I was

just doing what my employer told me to.

- How dare you?

- So Victor Baxter is responsible for this.

- Yes.

- You big meanie.

- Shame on you.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- I'm about to teach you a little humility.

Harrison loves exercise.

- Let's play.

- Yeah, well...

- Hey, that's...

- Humility this.

Will you be my friend? I love you.

- What the heck was that?

- I'm warning you.

I've watched The Matrix 37 times.

- Let's play.

- You need to get out of the house more.

Let's bear-knuckle it, boys.

That's it.

Come on, son.

Come on.

- Hit him with the southpaw.

- That's a good one. Right there.

- Time-out. Time-out. Time-out.

- That tickles.

You know you started this

whole thing, you know.

Talking about what we're gonna do

for Christmas in front of Noel.

I admit that was a mistake.

It's my first Christmas with Noel,

and I wanted it to go well.

- Besides, I've never been a dad before.

- You're a stepdad.

And there it is right there.

- What? Where? What?

- "What? Where? What?"

The way you just said "stepdad. "

Like it was some kind of lower form of life.

You know, it is not easy competing

with Mr. Perfect-Dad, you know.

Perfect-Dad? Are you kidding me?

By avoiding any semblance

of responsibility...

you're always happy and relaxed.

And since you work

as little as possible...

you're always free to take her

places and do things with her.

So that's it. So since you think I'm

a failure, I'm a winner in Noel's eyes.

Let me tell you something...

Mr. I-Paid-$40,000-to-Get-All-These

Harrison-Bears-so-I-Couldn't-Get-One.

I pay all my taxes.

I don't owe a cent to anybody.

I ain't never took a handout,

and I take care of my support for Noel.

And I ain't gotta apologize to

anybody for nothing, especially you.

Okay, fair enough.

Well, try explaining that to

a little 8-year-old girl...

whose stepdad lives in a

mansion and has a chef...

and can buy her anything he

wants anytime she wants it.

Okay, I see. So the problem

is I'm too successful.

Well, let me tell you something, bub.

Like you, I have never taken anything

from anybody. I work hard for what I have.

Victor, I'm not begrudging your success,

okay? I'm very happy for you.

It ain't about that, all right?

It's about Noel.

It's about me trying to

compete with you. I can't do it.

I'm not sure I'm ever gonna

learn to like you, okay?

- Or me you.

- But because of Noel...

I'm stuck with you,

and you're stuck with me.

So we gotta figure out a

way to get along, okay?

Okay. Agreed. That doesn't change

the fact that we're still stuck in here.

We need to find some

way to get out...

or Noel ain't gonna have any one

of her dads there for Christmas.

Cell phones.

Come on. Here we go.

- I got no reception.

- Me either. Metal building.

- That's a good one. I haven't

seen that one. - You like it?

- Look at that.

- Look at that.

Look at that umbrella she got.

I'll tell you what,

that's from us at the fair.

- Well, we gotta get out of here.

- Yes, we do.

If I got out of high school,

I can get out of this place.

This time it ain't

gonna take six years.

I'm just kidding, Vic. Five.

Yeah. Christmas is back on, baby.

- Well done, Larry.

- Okay, here's the plan.

What I'll do then is I'll just head

by the Christmas-tree lighting...

and I'll pick up Noel for

Christmas number one.

Then Trish and I will come by tomorrow

to pick her up for Christmas number two.

Yeah, I guess that'll work.

- Why don't we do Christmas together?

- Together.

- I was just gonna say that.

- I was thinking the same thing.

Come by my house. I'm an unbelievable cook.

I got... I make good turkey.

- Awesome.

- All right.

Let's call Trish.

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Victor, where have you been?

It's a long story.

Well, Larry's missing too.

He never came to pick up Noel.

Oh, hi, Trish. I'm here too,

which is another long story.

Yeah, we were just

coming to meet you.

Well, you better not come down, Victor.

It's gotten completely out of control.

What are you talking about?

Somehow everyone's gotten the idea that

you bought up all the Harrison Bears...

so that no one else could have one.

Is that true?

In a manner of speaking,

it's another long story.

I'll explain it all later.

Well, they're calling you Ebenezer

Baxter and Victor the Grinch.

You just shouldn't even show

your face down here, Victor.

It's not safe.

All right. Thanks for

the heads-up. Bye, hon.

- Come on, honey.

- Why is everybody so mad at Victor?

It's... It's complicated.

The Baxter name has been one of the

most respected in town for 70 years...

and in one night, I destroy it.

Hold on, Victor.

Even though you deserve everything

you got coming to you...

I feel sorry for you, okay?

- Thank you. But, Larry, everyone hates me.

- Everybody doesn't hate you.

Trish likes you.

Well, she's married to me.

She has to like me.

Well, Noel likes you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Gotta say, I think she loves you.

And I'll be honest. I'm kind of starting

to not dislike like you myself.

I guess I should head home and

barricade the doors for the angry mob.

Hey, wait a second.

We're going to that

Christmas-tree lighting.

Are you crazy?

Did you hear what she said?

- They'll kill me. I can't go back there.

- I got an idea.

If it works, you're gonna go from town

goat to town hero in about 10 minutes.

And if you're wrong?

I'll be one of your pallbearers.

Dead man walking.

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Down with Baxter Boxes!

Hey. Hey, there's the

Baxter Box truck.

- Victor, are you ready?

- I don't know about this.

- It's gonna take a miracle for this to work.

- It's Christmas. It's a time for miracles.

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