Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger! Page #8

All right. All right, tie me off.

Come on.

- Tommy!

- Everything's gonna be fine.

You can do it, Mr Peterson.

All right?

Mr Peterson's coming down.

Slowly. Slowly.

Tommy, I'm nearly with you.

Tommy. It's gonna be all right.

Hang on in there.

OK, a bit lower.

That's it.

OK. Reach out.

Take my hand.

Take my hand.

That's it. I've got you.

OK, I've got you. I've got you.

You're not gonna fall.

You're gonna be OK. All right?

I've got you.

I've got him!

What's that?

Get their attention!

It's a helicopter.

It's gonna be all right, Tommy.

You're gonna be all right.

There they are!

Straight down there!

We need to put a line down.

Hold on!

Just hold on!

- Sarah!

- Donald!

My wife!

That's my wife!

I love you!

I love you too!

Grab hold!

You're gonna have to trust me

and come with me.

Here it comes.

One... two... three... go!

Grab hold!

Woo-hoo!

Fly!

Mr Poppy, can I come down now, please?

I love you, Mr Peterson!

We did it!

Whoo!

Right... to the castle!

And now please welcome to the stage

the voice of an angel-

Miss Angel Matthews!

Thank you. Thank you.

Hello.

Welcome to Castle Llawen

and the event of the year -

A Song For Christmas.

- Stay close. Good evening.

- Hi, there.

I need to speak to St Bernadette's.

I believe them to be here

and I believe there to be

14 abducted children and a baby.

- I'm afraid they're not here.

- I must look.

- Excuse me.

- I can't let you through, madam.

- You have to let me through.

- Unless you're registered...

This is a matter for the police

unless you move.

Where's your tie?

Smarten yourself up.

I didn't bring a tie,

but I can't let you through, madam...

This year, as every year,

we're looking for that special song

that embodies the spirit of Christmas.

I don't need to remind you

of what the prizes are.

They are phenomenal.

10,000.

A chance to record a record

with United World Music

and also a shot

at the Christmas number one -

and you can't put a price on that.

I know, cos I've had one.

And a number seven the next year.

So without further ado,

I would like to introduce to you

our esteemed panel.

From the world of opera,

Marina Scalachi, ladies and gentlemen.

From the West End stage,

Fangella Robinson.

Clark Dickinson,

the CEO of United World Music.

He's the one writing the cheques.

He's a lovely guy. Hey, Clark.

And Welsh Radio Personality Of The Year,

Jay Dean.

We love you, Jay Dean. Don't we?

He's got a great personality.

So, first up, it's the Christmas Puddings

singing Christmas Is For Crackers.

Christmas is for crackers

on the Christmas tree

Christmas is for kisses

that you give to me

Christmas is the footprints

in the fluffy snow

Christmas is the hanging

of the mistletoe...

- Mr Peterson?

- Yeah?

You know that feeling when you're really

looking forward to something

and it finally happens

and you feel a little tiny bit sick?

Mr Poppy, don't get cold feet now.

Not after everything we've been through.

We're here. We've made it.

It's a feeling you can't explain

Walking off your dinner

down a frosty lane

Singing a carol in the silent night

And back to stuff

your super-sizing appetite...

- We're here for Song For Christmas.

- St Bernadette's.

You've missed registration.

The show has begun.

- The show can only just have begun.

- Let us in!

We really wanna win Song For Christmas.

I'm afraid the rules state

no late entries.

- There's nothing I can do. I'm sorry.

- Mr Peterson!

I've tied the donkey up outside

and it's pooing all over the front steps!

Donkey? Poo?

Everybody, run.

Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

Quick!

Christmas is for Santa

and for Christmas pud

Christmas is for laughter

and for feeling good

Christmas is the only time

to fall in love

And that's why we call it

merry Christmas

And that's why we call it

merry Christmas

Merry Christmas, everybody!

- OK, come on. Come on.

- Where do we go? That way or that way?

- Oh, Donald!

- Baby!

Whoa!

- Mrs Peterson!

- Hey, hey, all right. All right.

- Desmond, thank you.

- I saw you in the helicopter.

- How's the baby?

- The baby's fine.

I was so worried about you.

Quick! Come on.

Come on, everyone. This way.

- Guys, I've found this place.

- Quick!

Come on! You can get changed in here.

- Brilliant.

- Quick! Before they see us.

And now for something

that's really gonna get you boppin'.

It's not my cup of tea,

but if you like Jason Bieber,

you're gonna love Lloyd And The Snowballs

singing Snow Angel.

Pickin' her up at eight

Calls me from the telephone

Says she's gonna be late

Cos she can't get home

Blizzard's comin' in

White skies up above

Says she's all snowed in

That's the end of love

Well, she's my snow angel

Pure as the driven snow

Yes, she's my snow angel

Come on, baby, let's go

Together we'll take things high

Run right through the sky

Snow angel

Be mine tonight...

You've got a few more places

before you're due to go on.

- We're on the programme.

- Yes.

- I feel sick. I don't want to do it.

- I've got butterflies, Mr Poppy.

- Why have you got butterflies?

- Cos I'm just so nervous and tense.

Hey, everybody.

- Whoa.

- Yes!

The luck's back.

Well, she's my snow angel

Pure as the driven snow

Yeah, she's my snow angel

Come on, baby, let's go

Together we'll take things high

Run right through the sky...

Boys, we're going to entertain

a slight alteration to our piece.

Are we going to cheat, Mr Peterson?

We do not cheat. We succeed.

Well, she's my snow angel

Snow angel

She's my snow angel

Snow angel

Together we'll take things high

Run right through the sky

Snow angel

Be mine tonight

- What now?

- Where are they? Where are my children?

I have no idea. Who are you?

Where is Mr Poppy and the 14 children

and the missing baby that you abducted?

- Anyone around?

- Are they in there?

- Hello! Can someone help me here?

- Can somebody call the police?

And next up, all the way from Ireland,

is An Irish Christmas

singing The Spirit Of The Trees.

- Madam, madam, please!

- Get off me!

Oh! Oh!

It's all right. Sorry about this.

Snow, snow is falling

Over the hill

Snow, snow is falling

Christmas is here

- Oh, what...?

- Urgh!

What's that stink?

Ohhh!

- Is it?

- Oh, yeah.

Elena, can you give me your scarf?

Mr Peterson, I'm going to go

and find a little place to change her.

I'll be back in a minute. Do not move.

All must come and all must learn

Christmas will for 'er return

Christmas come, so bang the drum

Christmas is here

Hey!

Go on, boys.

- Mr Peterson.

- Yes?

It's OK, I've changed her.

Ha! What are you doing?

You look ridiculous.

Why are you wearing that?

Because I'm about to step on stage.

- About to go on stage now?

- Of course.

God. You take the baby.

I'll go and get the children.

I'll be two seconds.

Bells ring out

Bells ring out

Christmas joy is here

Hey!

How did you get up here so quickly?

I've been up here learning the song.

You looked better

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