Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger! Page #9

with the dicky bow and smart suit.

I've been up here the whole time.

What have you done with the baby?

I gave the baby to you.

No.

Roderick!

Right, we've got to save the baby.

We've got to save the baby right now.

Go, fairies

Yeah, yeah

Christmas fairies

Come here to me

Yeah, yeah

Go, fairies

Come to me, you pretty things

And let me ride your fairy wings

Give me wishes all night long

And sing to me your fairy song

Oh, oh, oh, Mrs Bevan!

Get away, you!

Changed your clothes again,

have you, smarty pants?

That's his twin Roderick.

I'll explain everything very soon,

I promise.

We've got to find Roderick and the baby.

Wait.

- Can you just tell me off after the show?

- Desmond, stop it!

I may not have any children of my own

but you are the nearest thing

and I've missed you

and I love you.

Oh!

Thanks, Auntie Pat.

Wishes, wishes

Little fairy wishes

We can give you all our tiny kisses

Wishes, wishes

Little fairy spell

Put you in our Christmas wishing well

That's our baby.

Thank you.

What a lovely surprise.

What are you doing here?

Well, right now I'm just recovering

the baby you kidnapped.

You've got the baby.

Whoa!

We're taking that baby back now.

Apparently the judges are rather tempted

by that kind of mawkish sentimentality.

This is not your baby

and you're not taking it from us.

Donald, I can take anything I want

from you. Give me the baby.

- Boys.

- No, no. No, you're not.

- Don't try and intimidate us...

- I'm not moving.

- ...With a dead eye.

- Take the baby.

Get back!

Give me your number,

call me, little fairy

You don't get our number,

we're too wary

Give me your number, you look good

Fairies don't give numbers

to boyz in the hood

Yeah

Come to me, you pretty things...

- Lock them in.

And let me ride your fairy wings

Give me wishes all night long

And sing to me your fairy song

Go fairies

Let us out! Let us out! Hey!

- Merry Christmas, darling brother.

- Roderick!

Roderick.

Can I help you?

Christmas is a time when we all start to

think about the real meaning of Advent.

Chocolates on the calendar.

Last-minute shopping on the internet.

Little boys and girls

looking out of the window,

wondering if Santa's

going to bring them that toy

they've been wanting all year round.

So now, without further ado...

Bring it up, bring it up.

...I would like to introduce to you

Shane and the Calendar Girls

singing Counting Down For Christmas.

You can keep your peace on Earth.

You can keep your holy birth.

Keep your frankincense and myrrh.

Christmas cheer... what's that worth?

I want something I can use.

Designer clothes or groovy shoes.

I want diamonds big and rough.

All I want is Christmas stuff

Counting down to Christmas every day

24 windows to go

Hoping that we're going to get stuff,

ho,ho,ho

Holding out for Santa, ho, ho, ho

Counting down to

Christmas all the way

Feeling kind of glad I'm alive

Waiting for my stuff to arrive

Hope I get a fast car I can drive

You can keep your peace on Earth

You can keep your holy birth

Keep your frankincense and myrrh

I want something with some worth

I want diamonds big and rough

Never stop, it's not enough

All I want for Christmas

Is Christmas stuff

Yeah, yeah

Oh, oh

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Oh, that was wonderful. Well done.

That's lovely. Aw.

Well, no-one likes a show-off, do they?

So, it is with great

pleasure and humility

that I introduce to you

a choir that is in my opinion

the best choir on the stage tonight.

St Cuthbert's.

They are singing Peace And Joy.

Enjoy.

Hear the good news

Sent from on high

Glory to God

A new king is nigh

We celebrate with peace and joy

The coming of a baby boy

We celebrate

A light across the world

Rejoice, rejoice, our hearts are strong

A saviour born to hear our song

To right the rights of all that's wrong

A joy across the world

Joy of joy

King of kings

Peace and joy

Peace and joy

Joy! Joy!

Joy! Joy!

Joy!

Where is Christmas?

Hiding underneath the tree?

- That's my song.

That... That's...

Christmas is coming to everyone but me

Where is Christmas?

Where is she?

Can it be that Christmas

has abandoned me?

Joy of joy

Joy of joy

King of kings

King of kings

Peace and joy

Peace and joy

Joy! Joy!

Joy! Joy!

Joy!

Wow, wow, wow!

Or in other words, game over.

Roderick Peterson OBE.

Mr Shakespeare!

Mr Shakespeare!

Mr Poppy, they've stolen my song!

St Cuthbert's locked

us in here!

Look, we can't get out.

Could you let us out?

So, without further ado,

I'd like to introduce the next act.

Though I'm not sure there's much point

in them coming out on stage after that.

Stay in your dressing rooms.

No, I'm only joking.

All the way from Coventry,

it's St Bernadette's.

I'm sorry.

Actually, they have been disqualified.

You've been disqualified.

How did that happen?

Um, it's Oakmoor Choir,

singing A Dickens Christmas.

Follow that!

You can be Oakmoor.

Pretend to be us. Take out place.

Just go on there.

Just beat that Roderick!

Hideous man.

Yeah, we'll beat him. Push us on.

Come on, guys. It's Shakespeare's Globe!

Yes!

Used to be afraid of my own shadow

Used to think I'd never make the grade

Too scared to even dream the dream

Unsure of everything it means

But now my hopes are high,

my life has changed

So bring on all your distant horizons

Make your climb just as steep

as the skies

Yes, we can climb the mountain

if we all share the load

Yes, we can reach the summit

at the end of the road

If we lift our hearts to heaven

And reach out for the stars

Yes, we can climb the mountain

cos the mountain is ours

The mountain is ours

Yes, we can, I'm sure we can

Never had too much belief in Christmas

Never had a Christmas wish come true

Never quite believed in why

a baby born into a sty

Should have a thing

to do with me or you

But now I feel the magic around me

And the stars shining down

light the way

Yes, we can feel the loving

and the hope on the way

Yes, we can keep on climbing

till the end of the day

Let the white winter weather

try and hinder our climb

Yes, we can climb the mountain

because it's Christmas time

It's Christmas time

This is our last Christmas together

We're going to make it last for ever

But don't forget about the baby

who was born in the hay

He was born in the hay

You want your big Christmas Day

You want your Santa and sleigh

But don't forget about the baby

who was born in the hay

He was born in the hay

Come on, Oakmoor,

unzip the back.

One, two, three, four!

Christmas tinsel and jingle bells

Presents beneath the tree

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Father Christmas and his little elves

Making stuff for you and stuff for me

Christmas magic, it wouldn't exist

A reindeer in the snow,

no,no,no,no

if Angel Gaby hadn't tried to resist

On something only he could know

You want your big Christmas Day

You want your Santa and sleigh

But don't forget about the baby

who was born in the hay

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