The Flight Before Christmas Page #4

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(chuckles)

Wag!

(straining and grunting)

Talking to your tail again, Specs?

Huh?

(Wilma mumbling)

Oh!

Hey, Nutboy! Who are your friends?

Oh... nobody.

Aren't you going to introduce me?

Well...

that's my Aunt Sally

and that's my wife and that's...

that's my son.

Why aren't you at home with them

instead of hanging around

with reindeer boy?

One time long ago...

it... it was a cold winter,

and the little one was hungry,

so I went out to find food.

When I came back,

they were all gone...

Aunt Sally, my wife, my son.

In the snow were tracks.

Wolf tracks.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Nutboy.

I-I didn't know.

Niko's my family now...

at least until he finds

his real dad.

What about you?

Do you have a family?

(chuckles)

Yeah, sort of.

Sort of?

Truth is,

my family didn't want me

to be a singer,

but I was young and restless,

so, uh, I ran away from home.

I've been away for years.

I know what it's like

to be on your own.

(Niko gasps)

Huh?

I had a dream.

I dreamt that Black Wolf

attacked the herd and ate Mom...

and Saga.

It's just a nightmare, Niko.

It wasn't your fault

the wolves attacked the herd.

Nobody blames you.

How do you know?

If Julius says so, then it's true.

Huh?

(Julius snoring)

(softly)

Wow!

(Julius stretching)

(Wilma giggling)

(Niko chuckles)

WILMA:
# Well, there's something

that I want to say #

ALL:
# And there's something

that I've got to do #

# Even got down on my knees to pray #

# 'Cause, baby, I miss you #

# 'Cause, baby, I miss you #

# Oooohhhh! #

Yeah!

Gentlemen, I give you...

Santa's Fell!

(gasps)

NIKO:
We did it! Yay!

- WILMA:
Whoo-hoo! Whoo!

- NIKO:
Come on!

We have to hurry!

It's Christmas Day tomorrow!

WILMA:
The entrance to Santa's Fell,

said to be haunted

and full of deadly traps at every turn.

No one who has gone in there

has made it back out alive.

(gulps)

Cool!

(laughing)

Last one in is a chicken!

(clucks like a chicken)

JULIUS:
(chuckling) Hey!

(gasps)

WILMA:
Hey, shh!

Here's the secret shortcut.

JULIUS:
Whoa, whoa.

We haven't been very lucky

with shortcuts,

so in my considered opinion...

(growls)

You didn't hear my considered opinion!

- (cracking sound)

- (gasps)

(all growling)

(Essie gasps)

After you, marshmallow.

(wolves laughing)

SPECS:
Ohh!

But... I thought I was your lucky charm.

You are.

If there are any surprises in there,

you get them first.

Lucky for us!

- (laughing)

- SPECS:
I'll go first, boss.

Huh?

I'm going to miss you, Specs.

(ice cracks)

Watch the step, guys.

JULIUS:
That's it!

Niko, I'm not letting you go

one step further.

You go on, Wilma.

Find his dad and tell him

the boy says hello.

Niko and me

will stay right here.

(Niko chuckles nervously)

(sighs)

Nothing to be afraid of.

Ice can't hurt me.

Ice is nice.

Nice ice.

Move it.

(Black Wolf laughing;

rumbling sound)

(Specs and Essie gasp)

(Essie yells)

Oh! Unh! Ohh!

Aah!

(both sigh in relief)

(gasps)

Specs!

Look out!

(sighs)

Thanks.

(straining)

Uhn!

WILMA:
Boys.

This is it... the place

where dreams come true.

Wow.

Up there is Santa's factory.

Look at that!

And that's the Flying Forces airport.

Wow.

Dad! I'm gonna meet Dad!

You know, Niko,

people aren't always

exactly the way you think they are.

I know exactly what Dad is... a hero!

No, but he...

What Nutboy's trying to say is, well...

Sometimes heroes turn out to be

just like everyone else.

My dad's not like everyone else.

Maybe we should come back

after Christmas!

- Niko!

- Ohh...

Wait.

Wow!

DASHER:

Stay sharp, men.

Christmas is no time for fun.

Well, it is,

but you know what I mean.

Uh, Dasher...

I'm not in the mood

for interruptions, Comet.

- But Dasher!

- You too, Blitzen.

REINDEER:

Reindeer on the runway!

- That has got to hurt.

- Nice work, guys.

- We almost broke Santa.

- (shatters)

(painful grunt)

Hey, what's the bright idea, kid,

standing on the runway?

Are you trying

to ruin Christmas?

N-n-no.

l... my dad. I wanted to...

Do you have any idea

who we are?

Of course he does!

Everybody knows the Flying Forces.

# We're reindeer,

we're not horses #

# We're Santa's Flying Forces!

Ho ho! #

All right, that's enough!

Christmas is right on top of us.

C-Day. I won't tolerate sloppiness.

One slipup like that tomorrow,

and we're all out of a job!

- (laughs) Yeah, right.

- What's funny?

- We can't get fired!

- We're irreplaceable!

CUPID:
We're the Flying Forces!

# We're reindeer,

we're not horses #

# We're Santa's Flying Forces!

Ho ho! #

Guys, guys, guys, seriously,

it's starting to get annoying.

Now, let's just hear the kid out.

REINDEER:
Yeah! Yeah!

The... the wolves!

They want to eat you... and Santa.

(yawns theatrically)

Thanks, kid,

but there's nothing to worry about.

No wolf has ever made it

through the labyrinth.

- But...

- Why don't you come...

...and get that imagination

something to drink in the mess hall, ja?

BLITZEN:
Incorrigible.

Well? What are you waiting for?

(ice scraping)

(low rumbling sound)

(frightened yell)

(ice scraping;

low rumbling sound)

(weak laughter)

(rock 'n' roll music playing;

exasperated sigh)

(reindeer chattering)

DONNER:
Hello?

Here speaks Donner.

We're needing more barley brew. Over.

MALE ELF:

For crying out loud! Again?

- CUPID:
That's yours!

- Ja.

(liquid flowing)

Hey, guys, guys, listen up.

I just thought of something.

Nobody can get through

the ice labyrinth, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Ahh!

So how did the kid get here?

(gulps)

- Um, well, l...

- Hello, boys!

REINDEER:
Wilma!

Okay, boys,

have I got a song for you!

BLITZEN:

Wunderbar! I love music!

PRANCER:
Bring it on!

- (music playing)

- WILMA:
Hit it!

# Ba-dum, ba-dum,

ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum #

Mm mm mm mm!

# Ba-dum, ba-dum,

ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum #

# Hello, fellas #

# We know you're heroes

and you can fly so high #

# You all make Christmas

a special time #

# Now one of you

will get a surprise #

# Yeah, a real big surprise #

That's what I'm saying!

# Is it Dasher,

so strong and wise? #

# Or is it cutie Cupid

with his dreamy eyes? #

# Is it Vixen or even Blitzen? #

# Come on, Prancer,

don't you tell me no lies #

# Listen, fellas, this boy

has come a long way today #

# And one of you shares

the same DNA #

The what?

# Yeah, one of you is Niko's daddy #

The what?!

# So tell me who is Niko's daddy #

She's right.

One of you is my dad.

Do any of you remember taking

a young lady reindeer flying one Christmas?

- Yeah!

- Yeah, right.

Sorry, kid, this is the world famous

Flying Forces you're dealing with.

- We're gonna need more details.

- # We're reindeer, we're not horses #

# We're Santa's Flying Forces!

Ho ho! #

Flying Fools, if you ask me.

- Her name was Oona.

- Oona?

From Home Valley.

- Nah.

- Doesn't ring a bell.

(sighs)

I was so sure.

Santa's Flying Forces. Ha!

None of you deserve to be

this boy's father!

Come on, Niko.

We don't need these guys.

There is one way

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