Prep & Landing

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Have you ever wondered

how it all gets done?

How Santa gets in and

out of millions of homes

all in one night?

Let's just say, he

has a little help.

The operation has

its challenges...

but we're always prepared.

Our mission statement...

get in, get out,

never be noticed.

I'm part of Prep & Landing...

an elite unit of elves,

getting houses around the world

ready for the

big guy's arrival.

The name's Wayne. Call

sign:
Little Drummer Boy.

And I've been doing

this a long time.

A really long time.

Now I'm ready to move up

and leave this job behind.

Oh, yeah. Next year's

gonna be different.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Excuse me.

This spot is reserved for...

Wayne?

Ah, ah, ah! No ticket

this time, Waterkotte.

You received the promotion?

I was not informed of this!

I'm just heading over to

Magee's office right now...

You know, make it official.

blah, blah, blah...

You just make sure you get a parking

sticker on there pronto, mister!

Hey, hey, hey. Scratch it, I'll

put you on the Naughty List.

Just kidding... but I could.

All Prep & Landing

teams report in.

Oh, Jingle Bells,

Wayne is swell,

he's a director...

Don't be late for our

date under the mistletoe...

Hey, Wayne, we're gonna miss you!

-I'll miss you, Gabe.

It's Bryan!

Naughty List houses

coming online now.

All coal elves check in.

Oh, here he comes.

Here he comes.

Hey, new boss.

-Hey, boss!

My wife, she made

you fruit cake.

Why, thank you! Whoa, heavy!

Feels more like

a pound cake, huh?

What was your name again?

Gristletoe Joe, sir. But

my friends call me Nancy.

I'm gonna remember you

when I'm in charge, Nance.

Now you tell that

lovely wife of yours

that I am gonna savor

every last bite. Yeah.

From me to you.

-Hold on. Hello?

I'll see you at the

Christmas party tomorrow.

Hey, Magee.

-Hello?... Oh, yeah?

Well, this year I'm

Santa's secret Santa.

What am I supposed to

do about that, Jerry?

Hi, Wayne.

Aw, did you lose a bet, sweety?

-It's my celebration tie.

Wayne... you didn't

get the promotion.

What?

-Peterson got it.

My... partner?

-Yeah.

So, ah, no parking sticker?

You're disappointed!

-Oh, no, no! I'm glad for Peterson.

What, are you crazy?

'Cause he was trained by me.

I mean, seriously, are

you crazy? I'm so glad...

that the big guy noticed him...

and not me. So there you go.

Well, good! Because now you

have a new partner to train!

Ah, Tiny? Tiny? Ah, Tiny!

Send him in.

I think you'll really like him.

Top of his class at Kringle Academy.

Ah, a little help here.

-It was a small class.

Please!

I'm Lanny. Call

sign:
Tree Skirt.

I'm so excited to

be working with you.

I had a poster of you

on my wall growing up!

Talk about a

Christmas gift, huh?!

Okay! Thrasher is the last

transport, so let's get a move on.

Thrasher? Thrasher,

the reindeer?

Oh, there he is!

Great garland!

I heard Dasher had a cousin, but

I always thought you were a myth!

I am a myth.

-What?

Tell anyone I exist,

and you won't exist.

Wayne, what's

Thrasher's top speed?

Mach 2? Mach 3? I bet it's

more like Mach-a-billion!

This is so tinsel!

Does the phrase, "Silent

Night" mean anything to you?

3, 2, 1...

Wow, that house is

a winter wonderland.

We have an L-shaped

living chamber.

Two visible exits

to the north,

and to the east.

No hidden cameras.

Hey, you know, it seems like you've

got this really holiday... zest going.

You -You know what?

What do you say you fly solo?

Solo? "Solo".

But, it's m-m-m-my first mission.

-You are highly trained, aren't you?

I'll report in at

regular intervals.

I'm going upstairs.

Right. And I'll handle

cookie assessment.

Tree Skirt to

Little Drummer Boy.

No creatures stirring. Over!

Stockings are hung with care.

Am I doing okay?

-Ah, doing fantastic!

That's right.

I'm being naughty.

Tell your buddy Peterson

to put me on his list.

Oh, a bike!

Oh, he's gonna be so happy!

Merry Christmas!

-A Christmas special! That's nice.

Do you wanna watch a

Christmas special? You do?

Oops! Oh, another one?

Do you like that? I don't.

That one? Too bad.

Ah, here we go.

Ah, Little Drummer Boy...

Ah, I could really

use some advice here.

Go with your gut, kid.

Merry Christmas, big guy!

Stale.

It's Jingle Time!

Open hangar doors.

Doors open.

-Cue Rosebud.

Instruments are holly jolly.

Rev up the engines.

Reindeer ready to roll.

We are go for partridge.

He's on his way. I've

made the list, sir.

You checked it twice?

-Per redundancy protocol.

Prep & Landing

teams are under way.

Everything seems to be in proper order.

-Excellent!

Thank you, Miss Holly.

The partridge is in the pear

tree. We are go for launch.

Vehicle?

-Dash away.

Engines?

-Dash away.

Partridge?

-Dash away.

Dash away all!

10, 9, 8, 7...

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Ho, Ho... Go!

Okay, people, this is it!

364 days of preparation, one

night of perfect execution.

Nothing will go wrong. Nothing

will go wrong. Nothing will...

Sir, there's a storm

alert over Sector 7.

Oh... frostbite!

Hi, I'm Timmy.

What's your name?

I-I-I,

ah...

I-It's Wayne.

You're a lot smaller than

Santa's helpers at the mall.

Are you a baby elf?

No, I'm not a baby!

I have a pension!

You're squeezy.

Little Drummer Boy,

creature stirring!

Another one!

Security breach. Subject

has been sparkled.

Hey, is this one of

the big guy's cookies?

Not anymore.

Oh, we're definitely

behind schedule now!

Then we better get going.

But... but doesn't

section code 808 state:

"All children shall

be snug in their beds"?

So you were having a

jolly holiday downstairs.

Oh, yeah. Fa la la la la!

What's wrong?

Don't you even care?

I've been working Prep

& Landing for 227 years,

and believe me,

the thrill is gone.

But this the most tinsel job ever.

I mean, bringing joy to children?

Sorry.

-Look, Tree Skirt.

We are just tiny ornaments

on some gigantic tree...

slaving away... all for what?

"For what"? For him.

Just look at this face, Wayne. Imagine

the joy on this face tomorrow morning.

Imagine all the great

memories he'll pass

onto his children, and

his children's children.

The thrill may be

gone for you, Wayne,

but it's not gone for him.

You'll learn, rookie.

I thought you were "the"

Prep & Landing guy, Wayne...

but you're just

a lump of coal.

Yeah, well... sometimes

we don't get what we want.

Yes, dear?

-Wayne, it's Magee.

I'm sure you've noticed,

the snowstorm is pretty bad.

Oh, well I have now.

I mean, uh, oh...

What do you mean?

You-you-you-you're not

on the roof? You're...

you're not done?

Oh, okay. Fine. We have

a coal in the stocking.

What?

-We're putting him to bed.

Relax.

-I told you to pull it together,

not crumble like

a Christmas cookie!

If you have...

-8 maids a-milking, this is Jingle Bell.

Come in, 8 maids a-milking.

I really hate that call sign.

-Can barely hear you, Jingle Bell.

We are in the soup here.

-We're flying blind, man!

Tell her we're flying blind!

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