The Night They Saved Christmas Page #3

Operator?

I mean it, Ed.

A few more minutes, and we have

to get back.

Uh, please trust me,

Mrs. Baldwin, you're going to

love the ride.

All right, all right.

You certainly can't carry this

on much longer.

Everybody ready?

Are you really sure about

this thing, David?

Trust me, Mom.

Pigs will grow wings before this

thing will move an inch.

Here we go.

Impossible or not,

this thing is moving!

This isn't funny anymore, Ed.

I'm telling you to turn this

thing around right now!

I can't, it's remote control,

and all the controls are in

North Pole City.

You mean, you're not driving

it?

No, I'm a passenger,

just like you are.

Wow, this is really great!

Mom, I'm scared!

I'm telling you for the last

time, Ed, this joke has gone

far enough!

Yeah!

Yeah!

This is absolutely crazy!

And it's the only way we can

get to North Pole City.

It's a dead end.

Even this thing couldn't make it

over that ice wall.

What are you doing, Ed?

You'll see.

Did you see that?

Those doors!

This is more than a practical

joke, David.

Welcome...

to North Pole City.

If this isn't a practical

joke, we're in big trouble.

I know, Mom, I know.

We're here, and we're really

gonna meet Santa Claus!

Our elf population here

numbers in the thousands.

Enough to operate the largest

toy factory in the world.

Santa's factory?

Will we get to see that too?

Oh, yes,

you're going to see it, C.B.

In fact, Santa is going to take

all of you on a complete tour.

I don't know why, but I think

someone's doing a mind trip

on us, Mom.

I know, and it's gonna be up

to you and me to keep our heads.

There's Santa's house.

It's the oldest building up

here.

Looks pretty much the same as it

did when he first built it.

They have some presents for you.

That's a very comfortable

jumpsuit which Santa designed

himself.

It keeps you warm when you're

outdoors, and cool when you're

inside.

We have them for the children

too.

Thank you.

This is for you!

Thank you.

Thank you.

When do we get to meet Santa?

Pretty soon now.

You heard him, Mom!

We're gonna get to meet him

soon!

In the meantime, we'll--

we'll go to the dining room.

We got here just in time for a

hot chocolate break.

I know you don't believe me,

Mrs. Baldwin, but you're going

to feel a lot better after you

meet Santa.

You have to believe him.

Yeah, I understand.

Thanks, Arnie.

Bye.

Arnie Hanson doesn't know

anything about it.

I feel so helpless.

What am I gonna do?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Are you crazy?

What are you talking about?

Pull yourself together.

I have to do something!

Now, listen to me.

I guarantee you that Gaylord has

got Claudia and the children.

Gaylord!

What possible reason would he

have to kidnap my family?

I don't know yet, but I'll

tell you this.

He's the most dangerous man that

I've ever known.

And until we know for sure,

you better not rock the boat.

Wow, this is the best hot

chocolate I've ever tasted!

Good!

Thank you.

The, uh-- the chocolate is a

secret formula of Santa's.

He developed it in 1886.

Or was it '87?

Ed?

Yes, Marianne?

Some of my friends and I were

talking at school, about how

Santa can get up and down all

those chimneys.

Well... first of all, Santa's

suit and boots are fireproof.

Of course, there are a number of

homes where the chimneys are too

small for Santa.

What about those places,

and the places with no chimneys

at all?

That's a good question.

I'd say Santa uses chimneys, oh,

less than 5% of the time now.

For all the places he can get in

conveniently, he uses his

molecular redistribution

invention.

Molecular redistribution?

Yeah, he calls it a--

a people transporter.

It-- it works with goodies too.

It's a platform on the side of

his sleigh.

Oh, sure.

We're wasting too much time

and money on Site A, Michael.

Tell Faulkner to abandon it and

move everything over to Site B

right now.

But you gave me a week.

That was before this Gaylord

thing.

Look, I don't care how you do

it, I want to start blasting by

the 24th--

that's Christmas Eve day.

Have you got me?

Well, we weren't scheduled

to start dynamiting there till

after New Year's.

I just changed the schedule.

Apple A to base.

Base to Apple A, Harold?

Any news about Claudia and

the kids?

Nothing yet.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Um, we're gonna dynamite in

about a quarter of an hour.

Good.

Uh... and tomorrow, you're gonna

have to start moving everything

over to Site B.

Everything?

Uh, well, not everything.

Why don't you set up a skeleton

crew there on Site A,

and set up a new rig.

There's oil there, I know it,

Harold, and we're gonna find it.

We take very short breaks

this time of year.

We have an enormous amount of

toys and presents to get ready

by Christmas Eve.

Jingle bells

Jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In a one-horse open sleigh

Jingle bells

Jingle bells...

Ed! Ed! Where are you?

Hey, Ed!

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

Uh, boys?

Boys? No.

No, no, no.

Boys?

Boys!

...laughing all the way

Bells on bobtails ring

Making spirits bright

What fun it is to ride

And sing a sleighing song...

Boys, no.

Jingle bells

Jingle bells

Jingle all the way...

All right!

I'm gonna tell you one more

time.

Sing anything you want--

"White Christmas,"

"Frosty the Snowman,"

"Rudolph the Red-Nosed

Reindeer."

But no more "Jingle Bells!"

I knew it, I knew it!

It's Santa Claus!

He's a real man, Mom.

Yeah.

Welcome, Mrs. Baldwin,

thanks for coming.

And a special welcome to the

children.

I apologize for sounding a

little grumpy, but over 100

years of "Jingle Bells,"

well, that's enough.

And frankly, it's been driving

Mrs. Claus and I

right up the wall!

Yes, I understand.

I'm sorry I'm late.

But the recent explosions have

damaged our communication

system, you see.

And I've been spending all my

time trying to repair it.

How are you, C.B.?

You really know me?

Of course, I know you!

I know all the children of the

whole world.

As a matter of fact, I think

you're just about the same age

as your grandfather was when I

gave him a red wooden sleigh in

Was a great model, big success.

Wow, 1922!

How old are you, Santa?

Let's just say I'm not a

spring chicken anymore.

I really appreciate your visit

here, Mrs. Baldwin.

I'm sorry Mr. Baldwin

isn't here too.

Oh, not any sorrier

than I am.

I see, I see.

You think this whole thing is

some kind of hoax, don't you?

I don't know what to think.

I must apologize to you,

Mrs. Baldwin.

I should have anticipated there

might be some problem with my

credibility.

It's been diminishing more and

more every year.

But as soon as we get our

communication system working,

we can radio Mr. Baldwin,

advise him that you're safe.

I'd appreciate that.

We're obviously gonna have to

have a little talk, aren't we?

But before we do that, I'd like

to know your children better.

How 'bout that, C.B?

Marianne? David?

Yeah!

Yeah!

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