The Night They Saved Christmas Page #2

you and I are.

You just ruin everything!

I hate you, Mom,

I wish you were dead!

Don't you dare talk to your

mother that way.

Now, go to your room!

That's all you ever say to

me, "Go to your room!"

I hate you too, Dad.

I really hate you!

Was that necessary?

Why don't you try to understand

him instead of losing your

patience?

Very good, sport!

You're really getting the hang

of that thing!

Come on, C.B.!

Sit on my lap and you can steer!

No, thanks.

Oh, stop being indulgent.

Ride with Dad.

Will you please talk English?

Okay, it's my turn then!

Uh, hold it, honey.

You better put this snowmobile

away.

You don't wanna be late for

school, and I gotta get to work.

But we only got a half a day

today.

Do we have to go?

Mom said we were gonna decorate

the tree today.

Yes, you have to go.

We'll start on the tree

after lunch.

Now, put the snowmobile away,

change your clothes,

and get going.

Fred, you're an idiot.

You're an absolute idiot!

No.

No.

No!

That's what they want us to do!

Two words, Fred.

"Walk away!"

Gaylord and those corporate

jackals of his over at Global

Oil are up to their old tricks

again.

Well, Fred didn't close,

did he?

You heard me, I told him to

walk away.

Just like I'm gonna walk away

from this entire development,

unless you bring something in

soon.

It's here, Sumner,

I know it's here,

on one of the two sites.

We've had a f-few problems.

Oh, no, baby.

You have problems!

You're the chief geological

engineer on this project.

You recommended this

exploration!

And if I don't see some results

soon, I'm pulling out,

and you're gonna be looking

for a job.

Here they are.

Oh, that's good.

Well, that's it for me.

I gotta get going.

But Dad, we haven't finished

decorating the tree.

I know, but I have another

meeting with Mr. Murdock.

He acts like he owns you.

He doesn't own me, princess,

but he does pay the bills

around here.

All right, kids,

the dishes.

Okay, okay, come on.

Come on.

I'll see you later, darling.

Who could that be?

I'll get it.

Where did you get that?

The army abandoned it here

after the war.

It's the only one like it.

That's very interesting,

but I don't have any time for

Arnie Hanson's jokes today.

Jokes?

Michael, who is it?

Hanson's elf is back.

Come on in.

Claudia, I'd like you to meet

Santa Claus' chief elf, Ed.

Ed, this is Mrs. Baldwin.

Hello.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

You'll have to discuss it

with her, I have an urgent

meeting to go to.

I'll probably be late.

Won't you sit down?

Oh, thank you.

Goodness.

My goodness, I--

I'm sure I said today.

Do you suppose you and the

children could come with me,

Mrs. Baldwin?

Come where?

Home...

to North Pole City.

To North Pole City?

Yes.

To meet him.

To meet who?

Santa Claus.

Hey, you guys.

After you're finished helping

Hedda, how would you like to go

and meet Santa Claus?

Meet Santa Claus-- sure!

Come on, Ma, don't put us on.

Well, Mr. Hanson's little

friend is back, he's out in

front.

He is?

He sure is.

And we've all been invited to go

to the North Pole.

Where we'll all meet a big

white rabbit and go to the Mad

Hatter's tea party!

Will you please shut up?

Can we go?

Can we go?

Even if it is a joke?

Yeah.

Here we are.

These are my children, David,

Marianne, and C.B.

Marvelous!

It's very nice meeting you.

Let me help you in.

Well, here we go!

Wow, I could even reach the

controls on this one.

Yes, you certainly could!

Do you think you could teach

me how to drive it?

Not now, C.B., there's not

time.

Perhaps when we get where we're

going.

I can tell you Santa Claus

appreciates this, Mrs. Baldwin.

Once you've met him, I hope you

can convince your husband to

stop the dynamiting.

Oh, I'm sure of it.

Mr. Baldwin is a very

reasonable man.

Oh, good.

That makes me feel a whole lot

better.

Ed?

Just how fast is this thing

going?

Oh, about 100 miles an hour,

I suppose.

It-- it's pretty slow.

Not like the Reindeer Zephyr.

What's a Reindeer Zephyr?

You'll see in a little while.

100 miles an hour?

Wow!

You must have made a mistake.

It's an engineering

impossibility a snowcat can go

that fast.

Not with Dr. Fernando,

it isn't.

Dr. Fernando?

Santa's chief of research and

development.

He's the one who modified this,

uh... thing.

I'm a little worried, David.

Do you think we're really going

100 miles an hour?

Of course not.

It's an illusion.

We're probably not going...

20 miles an hour.

We seem to be going pretty

fast.

I know.

There's an increased perception

of velocity in both the Arctic

and Antarctic regions.

If you say so.

The storm seems to be getting

worse, Ed.

I think we better be getting

back.

Don't worry, Mrs. Baldwin,

we'll be out of the storm

in just a moment.

And then you're going to see the

most beautiful weather you've

ever seen.

Here we are.

I told you.

Wow, look at that!

There it is.

That's a Reindeer Zephyr?

It's one of our most

sophisticated long-distance

vehicles.

Vehicles?

I don't see any reindeer.

How does it go?

It's self-propelled.

You've gotta be kidding.

That's a mock-up.

You've gotta give that Arnie

Hanson credit.

This one's a real winner, Mom.

I know it.

Well, let's get going.

Let's go!

This is terrific.

No, hold on,

just wait a minute.

Aw, gee, can't we see it for

a few minutes?

No.

I think this joke has gone

far enough.

There's something wrong here.

What could be wrong?

I don't know, but...

I do know that no one would go

to this length to pull off the

joke.

What else could it be?

You don't think that thing's

going anywhere, do you?

Of course not.

Then what harm can come from

looking at it?

Please, Mom?

Aw, please, just for a few

minutes?

Okay, but just for

a few minutes.

Wow, look at that!

Pretty, isn't it?

Seriously, Ed, we've gotta

start back soon.

I promised we'd be back by 6:00.

6:
00?

Oh, that's impossible.

Can't you call and tell him

you'll be late?

Call?

From where?

Our communications post,

right there.

Get on board, children,

get on board, your-- your

mother's going to make a

telephone call.

Uh, what's your credit card

number?

All the rigs are iced in?

That's right, Mr. Murdock,

we're gonna start blasting

some time today.

I think one time will do it.

We're using enough dynamite to

blow up New York City.

We'll set the rig tomorrow and

start drilling the day after.

Good work, Harold-- listen,

tell Craig Marin to meet me

at Site B in the morning.

10-4.

Hello?

This has gotta be the most

expensive stunt Arnie's ever

pulled.

Well, I'm at a phone booth.

Well, it's, uh...

You're talking into a candy

cane, and you're going to go to

the North Pole in a reindeer?

I mean, it's like a--

a carousel reindeer with seats

inside!

Michael?

Michael, can you hear me?

The static's awful.

It's the storm.

I'm afraid that's the best we're

going to do.

Claudia!

Operator!

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