Santa Hunters Page #4

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Less work.

Cannonball!

Whoa!

Grab the rope! Grab the rope!

Okay, oh, oh, ease her down.

Ease her down, Ease her down.

Alex?

Yep, down here.

You did bring a rope, right?

All over it.

Hey, cuz, I'm pretty sure a present for you

hit me in the ear earlier.

Oh, great.

What happened? Where's Santa?

Almost had him...

all the way down the laundry chute.

Then we hit the basement floor... hard.

He got loose.

All I could find was Santa's sack.

A lot of presents inside, as you can see.

So, I might have peeked inside,

maybe a little too far inside.

And you fell in.

And I fell in... yep.

Here, grab my hand.

Pull her up. Pull her up.

Whoa!

It's incredible,

like some "Alice in Wonderland" thing.

It's like an endless warehouse

of Christmas presents down there.

Was there anything for me in there?

Maybe a go-kart? I should look.

The sack, it's gone.

Where'd it go?

It's gone. It's gone!

He's got tools. He's going for the chimney.

Let's go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

He's going for the roof.

He's headed for the sleigh.

Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!

Oh, my golly goobers!

Let me see.

I... I... I got it. I got the close-up!

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!

Whoa!

Oh, boy! What's happening?

Um... Santa.

Santa! Santa!

Oh! Oh!

I think he went down over

there by the golf course.

Hunters, get your coats.

We're going on a recon mission.

It's go time.

I... I...

If Santa's dead, I'm totally

getting kicked out of Girl Scouts.

Well, I'm sure the trees broke his fall.

And then, there's the snow,

and his bowl full of jelly

would probably absorb most of the impact,

so...

We're gonna need artillery,

the heavy stuff...

Tasers or rocket launchers.

No rocket launchers. Get in the car, man.

What if he wants revenge?

Santa doesn't do revenge.

The dude makes a naughty list.

Making lists is, like, Revenge 101.

I'm out.

Guys, Santa's out in the cold.

He might be hurt.

After all he's done for kids,

for us, we owe him.

But keep the cameras rolling just in case.

You got the memory card ready?

Duh. All right, cool.

Natasha's coming. I'm coming. I'm coming.

I had to put my face on because of TV.

America, everything is reality show.

You... you're coming?

Yes, Charlie.

I mean, this is incredible, right?

I mean, I'm trying to keep

it together for the kids,

but when I saw those flying reindeer...

I peed myself a little.

No, uh, metaphorically.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

My lip gloss is freezing.

All right, seat belts.

Let's go get Santa!

Santa, Santa, Santa, Santa!

All right, all right, all right.

Here's the entrance to the golf course.

Come on, come on, come

on, come on, come on.

All right,

this is around where he went down,

so he could be...

He could be anywhere.

Stupid flashlight.

Anybody have any spare batteries?

Well, let me see.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

You know, I've been meaning to tell you.

You know, I'm glad you're the

one taking care of this.

Why'd you give it to me?

You know, I thought a kid should have it,

someone who could still believe

in the true magic of it all.

Whoop!

Guys, guys, I have a visual!

Come on, let's go!

It's... it's...

The mothership.

Awesome!

We found it!

Oh, ho, ho!

Nice car!

Now, this... whoa...

Is a classic.

I smell something.

Something good.

Cookies!

Look at this!

Charlie, we need pictures.

Video. Lots of our own video.

Oh, baby, the kids got all sorts of videos.

It's all being uploaded back at the...

Ow!

Santa?

Well, this is awkward.

Whoa, oh... oh! Ooh!

Oh!

Oh, I got him. I got him. I got ya.

Ooh.

Oh.

That was a mighty one.

Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh.

He's shorter than in the movies.

So, are we really sure it's him?

The belt buckle. Check out the belt buckle.

What fake Santa would

have that belt buckle?

Exactly. I think it's him.

There's no doubt.

It's him.

Uh, uh, uh, my name is, uh...

Alex!

He knows.

Alex, right, Alex!

My name's Alex, right? Yeah.

And we're the Santa Hunters. Yeah.

Aren't you a little old

to be Santa hunting?

Well, I'm a... I'm an honorary member.

See, I'm a kid at heart.

I don't have a uniform or anything.

It's just... just this.

I could use a hand.

Santa might've had a tad too many

of Mrs. Claus's snickerdoodles.

Finding it mighty hard to bend over.

Ho, ho, ho, boy.

Oh... ah.

Oh, what happened? Where'd it go?

Oh, no.

It's happening.

What's going on? What's happening?

Great, now candy canes are blowing up.

That's because it's a Christmas candy cane.

I was afraid of this.

Me too.

What are we afraid of again?

Christmas's magic is weakening,

and I might be next.

Must have been what threw

the reindeer off course

and caused the crash.

See,

everything that has to do with Christmas,

well, it's in danger of shattering,

much like your candy cane, I'm afraid.

Uh, why is Christmas's magic weakening?

Yeah. Why?

Well, because of you.

Us? What?

I'm afraid so.

You see, children aren't

actually supposed to see Santa.

It's part of the Christmas rules.

That's why Santa has to

stay on the down-low.

Even if a few kids get a glimpse of me,

well, Christmas' magic lessens.

And then, that happens.

Oh!

In '72, two kids laid a

Polaroid trap for old Santa.

They only took one picture...

Blitzen's antlers... Poof!

Now he wears prosthetics.

Just looks weird.

I'll help you, Santa, or is it

Kris Kringle? Whatever you want.

Yes, this one right here.

Grab that one, and...

Oh, well.

More of those.

Aah!

Dudes, if this is what happens

from just seeing him...

What have I done?

Nothing yet,

but we can't let anybody see this video.

If it gets out, it would be...

Santa-geddon.

Childrens.

Have you all gone snow-crazy?

You're the Santa Hunters, yes?

Oh.

Big Kringle, he's just sore loser.

He's probably lying.

Whoa, what the... Did you see that?

Or not.

It doesn't matter.

No one has real video of Santa.

We can sell it. We'll be rich.

Plenty of people will pay for a

thousand Christmases, a million!

Natasha, baby, that...

That doesn't seem right.

Charlie, you can't even keep a job,

and I am woman of expensive taste.

We can finally get rid of smelly car.

Smelly? My baby? The classic?

Classic is American for "garbage."

Ow.

Just... just ow.

We're not selling anything.

Yeah.

This wasn't about money.

And now it's up to us to help Santa.

Mm-hmm.

Fine, have it your way.

We need to get back to the house,

get the drive, and erase all the footage.

Yeah, for sure.

But it will be mine.

Mush, you beasts!

She's going for the hard drive!

Oh!

She stole my sleigh!

I can fix this!

Natasha, what are you doing?

Faster! You can't steal Santa's sleigh!

This is stealing! This is looting!

Go! Go! Go!

This is not your sleigh!

What is wrong with these stupid reindeer?

Don't you fly?

This'll end Santa!

Good! Ha ha!

Who needs stupid Santa?

I can buy my own presents.

I will go back to Moosplaskistan,

live like queen, make villagers jealous.

I got a unicorn tattoo for you!

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