Prep & Landing: Naughty vs. Nice

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Like the song says,

Santa knows who's been naughty

and who's been nice.

Make it on the Nice List, and you can

expect a visit from Prep and Landing.

But end up on the Naughty List,

well, then get ready

for a whole different crew.

The Coal Elf Brigade.

Their job, confirm and deliver.

Their goal, to rehabilitate children

one lump of coal at a time.

These guys are tough.

Always prepared

for those naughty kids.

Well, almost always.

Look out!

Good dog.

All right. Yes. Good.

No, no, no! Just get it done!

If those turtle doves aren't cleared

off the runway, believe me,

Dancer will swallow one on take-off.

Ice blocks!

Book 30 minutes at Spa Navidad.

If Renato is available, make it an hour.

Okay, Mr. Thistleton, come on.

T-minus three days.

Give me some good news, baby.

Happy to oblige, baby. I mean, Magee!

Of course. Why did I say that?

Naughty and Nice List servers

are online,

protective firewalls are in place,

and we are processing behavioural data

from around the world as we speak.

It appears we may have a record

number of nice children this year.

Someone is being very naughty.

I've been really nice this year.

What the heck? I'll take it!

- Well, that is holly jolly, sir.

-Hey, Wayne! Done shopping!

Got any of those beaded seat covers?

I'm heading home to trim the tree

with my family. You wanna come?

Thanks, Lanny, but this new Natale

is all the family I need.

It's a Turbo!

Hey, you think you can

take out the passenger seat?

I got it.

Wayne! Code Red!

Cranberry Red!

Gene, I'll be right back! Do not sell it!

Sorry to drag you boys away

from your little shopping spree,

but we have a situation. Mr. Thistleton?

Yes, we have recently discovered

that last year,

a Fruitcake Conduct Calculator

fell into the hands of a naughty child

with the nefarious screen name,

Jinglesmell1337.

Great garland!

Using our stolen technology,

the juvenile is attempting

to ascertain the password to the

Naughty and Nice List database.

And that we cannot allow.

On a personal note, I'd like to add

that my superior intellect

and! take umbrage...

Got it. Thanks, Smart Guy.

Tiny, we almost there?

- So that's why the Big Guy wants...

-Yeah, okay, okay.

I know what you're gonna ask.

Will The Prep and Landing guy

step forth in the face of crisis

and retrieve that Fruitcake?

Yes. Yes, he will. He'd be honoured.

Waynie, Wayne, you are adorable.

But how to put this?

The Big Guy thinks

you need a little more help.

A Naughty Kid Field Expert.

Wait, what? You mean a Coal Elf?

He'll meet you at Christmas Carol's.

I'm sure everything will be fine.

Don't hate me.

Floor it, Tiny. Okay, bye!

A Coal Elf? Tinsel!

We don't need any help.

Naughty, naughty children

Better start acting nice

Naughty, naughty children

Better start...

Fifteen minutes late.

This Naughty Kid Field Expert,

no expert on time.

Thank you, sir!

But, ma'am... Ma'am!

I mean, lady?

Hey, you know,

that's gonna be me. Yeah.

- What's that?

-The Elf of the Year.

Hey, aren't you that

Preps and Landing guy? Dwayne, is it?

It's Wayne. And, indeed, I am.

Hey, everybody!

It's Dwayne from Preps and Landing!

Hey, I heard of you!

He's gonna be Elf of the Year!

Yeah, I guess I'm here

to save Christmas or something.

I'm the Prep and Landing guy, so...

Well, what are you gonna do, huh?

Yeah, I'll be leading this expedition

once our so-called expert arrives.

- He's here!

-It's him! He's here.

Jingle-bam!

That's got to be the expert!

How's everybody doing?

Noel?

Sorry about the mess, there, Carol.

I got all excited. I just dropped

some serious coin on my new Natale.

It's a Turbo!

Hey, Wayne, that looks just like

the snowmobile you were gonna buy.

- Noel?

-Gene said he had another buyer,

but I turned on the old Noel charm.

Noel?

And now I'm here to save Christmas.

Jingle-bam!

Hey, that's funny. That's what this

fellow, Dwayne, says he's gonna do.

What? Crumbling coal buckets!

- Wayne!

-The name's Dwayne.

Nobody listens to me.

March it on over here, little man!

Holiday hug time!

- No, no! No, no! No, no, no.

-Come here, come here. Come here.

- Wayne!

-I love him, I love him, I love him.

- Lanny, this is Noel, my little brother.

-Brother?

You two? Brothers?

Yeah! Finally working together.

- Yeah.

-Hey, you're still looking good.

Even with those extra pounds.

Okay, okay. Listen carefully.

Thrasher, the reindeer,

not exactly sociable.

Whatever you do, say nothing.

Hey, Bambi!

Oh, brother!

I told you if I ever saw you again,

I'd put your head on my wall!

You hairy tub of cookie dough.

Give me one good reason

why I shouldn't destroy you.

Thanks, Noel, you're the best!

Hey, this Friday,

I'm having a little party.

Jingle-bam! Jingle-bam!

No. Jingle-bam!

The key is to really unclench

and bring it all up from the South Pole.

Jingle-bam!

- Yes!

-Yeah!

I like the Yule in your log, partner.

- You keep bringing it.

-Okay.

Hey, Tree Skirt, you know

who Wayne's first partner was?

Me!

- Yeah. When we were kids...

-Here we go.

...Wayne would dress up

as Captain Avalanche,

and! was his trusty sidekick, Snowball.

Great garland!

Why, we used to battle

all the enemies of the North Pole.

Like Professor Permafrost

and his Army of Evil Nutcrackers.

- Tinsel!

-Hey, Wayne,

remember when they came out

with Captain Avalanche's Super Sled?

The one with the glacier

grappling hook and zip-line action.

Yeah. I remember that thing.

Man, we sure wanted that sled, huh?

We sure did.

Yeah, too bad that Peterson kid

got the last one, huh?

You cried and cried like a baby.

My big brother. The big baby.

All right, all right, look,

time to exit memory lane.

We're on a mission here.

Thrasher, what's our ETA,

big fella? Over.

Do not question me, Dwayne!

I tell you when we're over the drop zone.

Noel, we are over the drop zone.

You go save Christmas, buddy.

Okay, Lanny,

time for an equipment check.

- Parachutes?

-Check.

- Sparkle?

-Check.

- Here's my sparkle.

-Check it out!

This ain't no cotillion, ladies.

We'll need Little Miss Sweet Dreams

here for this naughty kid.

Jingle-bam!

And you guys

are still using parachutes?

Jingle-bam!

Wayne!

No!

We're in the belly of the beast,

my friend. One of us might die.

- Probably gonna be you.

-What?

Okay, let's not be dramatic.

Future Elf of the Year here.

Follow my lead.

After all, stealth is my middle name.

I thought it was Francis.

Do you see what I mean?

Noel might have stomped on this,

and woke up the whole house.

No, wait!

Ho, ho, go!

I broke my bat on Johnny's head

Somebody snitched on me

I hid a frog in sister's bed

Somebody snitched on me

I spilled some ink on Mommy's rug

I made Tommy eat a bug

Bought some gum with a penny slug

Somebody snitched on me

We're in the kill zone!

Serpentine! Serpentine!

Mommy and Daddy are mad

Move, everyone. Move! Move!

- Keep going, Tree Skirt.

-Right behind you!

You make me hoppy.

Stand down. Okay, bunny, let's bounce.

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