The Flight Before Christmas Page #3

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up the wrong tree,

but if you eat Santa's reindeer,

don't you think he might just be

a little bit upset?

True.

(relieved sigh)

That's why we're going

to eat Santa too!

(gasps; Black Wolf laughs)

And I'll take his place.

Just think of all the delicious

little boys and girls

waiting for me to visit.

But... but Santa's supposed

to give children presents,

not eat them!

New Santa, new rules.

Next stop, Santa's Fell.

(wolves howling)

- Huh?

- Huh?

I was just leaving!

BLACK WOLF:
Get him!

Aaahhh!

JULIUS:
Niko!

Niko!

Where are you?

Huh?

Niko! Boy, am I glad to see you!

Whoaaa!

Can't I leave you alone

for five minutes?

They're gaining on us!

Faster, Niko!

You fly!

- Save yourself!

- I'm not leaving you alone again.

You only make things worse!

(wolf pack barking)

(low growl)

(panting)

- NIKO:
Oh, no!

- JULIUS:
Uh-oh!

(Black Wolf laughing)

The reindeer knows too much.

(gasping)

No survivors.

(wolves laugh)

- WILMA:
My public!

- JULIUS:
What?!

Hmm?

My first number is guaranteed

to bring the house down.

# Well, there's something

that I want to say #

# And there's something

that I've got to do #

Oh, goodie!

I love a good knees-up!

Really? Me too.

Oh. This seat's free, miss.

# Even got down on my knees to pray #

# 'Cause, baby, I miss you #

# 'Cause, baby, I miss you #

# Whoo! #

(cracking sound)

Oh!

(both gasp)

(growling)

(all shouting)

WILMA:
Whoo! Whoa!

(Julius yelling)

WILMA:
I'll drive, old-timer!

Jump high, reindeer boy!

WILMA:
# Dah dah doo-dah doo-dah

doo-dah whoo! #

(wolves yelping)

Aaahhhh!

Aaaahhhhhhh!

(growling)

(Niko, Julius, and Wilma screaming)

JULIUS:
Ohh! The tree!

Watch out for the tree!

WILMA:
I see it!

Backseat drivers!

Whoa!

(all yelling)

WILMA:
Whoo! Yeah!

Oh, here we go!

Ohhh!

WILMA:
Whoo-hoo!

(laughs)

(all yelling)

(Julius yelling)

JULIUS:

Whoo whoo whoo whoo!

Huh. Whew!

I can't believe I got out of that

without a single scratch.

Oh!

(Wilma laughs)

WILMA:
Nice going, Nutboy!

Nutboy?

(wind howling)

(Essie gasps)

(Specs chuckles; Essie gasps)

Aah! My legs!

I can't feel my legs!

(howling)

What the heck are you doing?

All right, sorry!

Keep your hair on!

(rumbling sound)

The reindeer boy

must be destroyed!

Uh-uh!

Only room for one up here, missy!

WILMA:
Is that the gratitude I get

for saving your furry hide?

JULIUS:
What do you mean,

saving my handsome hide?

I had the situation

perfectly under control.

Well, that's the last time I'll save your...

Hey! I said "furry," not "handsome."

Okay. So you saved our lives,

and now we're quits.

I suppose you'll want to be

on your way now.

Huh!

You don't have to go.

I know when I'm not wanted.

JULIUS:
Let's go, Niko.

Santa's Fell is that way.

WILMA:
Oh, and before I go,

Santa's Fell is that way.

JULIUS:
Hey! Don't listen to her.

She's totally unreliable.

- You know the way to Santa's Fell?

- Yep.

- Used to work there.

- Wow.

Did you hear that, Julius?

You really think we believe that?

Hmph.

- You gotta come with us.

- (exasperated sigh)

The wolves are going to eat

Santa and his Flying Forces!

What?! When... when were you

going to tell me this?

Calm down. No wolf ever made it

all the way up to Santa's Fell.

- Ciao, boys.

- Please!

We need you!

We'll do anything!

Huh?

Anything?

(grunting uncomfortably)

Don't get used to the view, missy.

This is strictly a temporary situation.

(Wilma chuckles)

So... have you ever met

the Flying Forces?

WILMA:
Oh, yeah, lots of times.

- JULIUS:
Whoa!

- WILMA:
Whoa!

(Wilma laughing)

Can't you keep your hands off me

for one second?

Madam, please!

My dad's in the Flying Forces!

Maybe you've met him.

Really? Your dad's

one of those guys?

Uh-huh.

What do you mean,

"one of those guys"?

Oh, n-nothing.

I just never thought of them

as the daddy types.

- What's your dad's name?

- I don't know yet...

...but he's going to teach me

how to fly.

Oh, they love their flying.

It seems like that's all they do.

I've taught Niko all the flying exercises

he needs to know.

Really? Have you taught him

launching leaps? Hmm?

Or breathing short bursts?

(panting)

Or using hooves

for improved aerodynamics?

Wow! Real flying exercises!

I'll be keeping an eye on you, missy.

Really?

Will you, now, Julius? Hmm?

(stammering)

No!

And the name's Nutboy!

I mean Julius!

- I mean!

- (Wilma laughs)

Oh, shut up!

(wolves howling;

Wilma and Niko gasp)

Wolves!

(low growling)

(sinister chuckle)

NIKO:
Isn't there a faster way, Wilma?

Well, the shortcut across

the River of Certain Doom

is just around the corner.

JULIUS:

River of Certain Doom?!

(distant wolves howling)

WILMA:
Okay, this is it!

(Julius scoffs)

That's nothing!

Okay, here's the plan.

(growling and howling)

Run!

- WILMA:
Hurry, men!

- That's it, Niko! Jump!

JULIUS:
Aah! Aahhh...

Go for it! Come on!

That's it, Niko. You can do it!

(whimpering)

WILMA:
Nice going, Niko...

and a heck of a plan, Julius.

The River of Certain Doom

was a piece of cake.

That was the Trickle of Tranquility.

This is the River of Certain Doom.

NIKO:
How...

how do we get across?

WILMA:
Across the bridge,

of course.

(snarling)

(howling)

WILMA:
Or not.

NIKO:
All aboard!

We have to fly across!

Are you nuts?

I'll do the flying exercises

Wilma taught me.

What's all this Wilma stuff?

Don't you listen to me anymore?

I do, Julius!

You always say I can fly.

That's different! This is for real!

Aaah!

(Niko panting)

NIKO:
I can fly! I can fly!

It's working! It's working! It's...!

Oh nooooooo!

That's the end of reindeer boy.

Looks like you bring us luck

after all, marshmallow.

(Black Wolf laughs)

ESSIE:
Poor kid.

Come on. We have to find

another way across.

There's a meal waiting

at Santa's Fell.

Aaaahhhh!

- JULIUS:
Whoooaaaa!

- (Wilma screams)

(both grunt in pain)

JULIUS:
Niko, get up!

Hurry!

Oh, no! Look!

(panting)

Niko! Niko!

Can you hear me? Ohh!

Hurry, Julius, hurry!

Uh, right! Rocks!

We're going to need rocks!

No! Too big! Too small!

Niko's in mortal danger,

and you're insulting rocks?

On my signal...

three, two, one.

Now!

(Wilma gasps) Niko!

Niko! Niko!

(both grunt)

- Oh!

- Unh.

(straining)

(whimpering)

(both grunting, straining)

WILMA:
No!

No!

(both gasp)

Oh oh oh!

BOTH:
He's alive!

He's alive!

(laughing)

Oh.

Nice work, Nutboy.

Uh, you too. Whatever.

Come on. We can't just

lie around here all day.

(groans)

I think somebody does need

to lie around here all day.

(snores softly)

Specs?

Huh?

Do you really think Black Wolf

will eat Santa and his Flying Forces?

(chuckles sheepishly)

Well, you know,

doing bad things is

kind of a tradition for us wolves.

(Essie sighs)

But we're not all like that...

nasty, I mean.

Some of us just look that way.

Hey, do you think you could make me

look like less of a bad guy?

Hmm, let's see.

You can start by wagging your tail.

Okay.

(straining and grunting)

Come on, tail!

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