The Santa Clause Page #7

This is some of the best stuff that's | come out of the workshop since the ball.

Fabulous. | What happens if I fall off the roof?

Is this the most | current photo you have?

Hold on.

- Hello? | - Mom. | - Oh, Charlie. Oh, my God.

Honey, how are you? Are you-- | Are-- Where are you? Are you okay?

I'm fine. | We're up at the North Pole.

Charlie, are you sure you're okay?

I'm terrific! I'm helping | the elves build a new sleigh.

We're trying for a vertical takeoff. | Well, gotta go. The elves need me.

- No, Charlie, wait. No, don't | hang up the phone, honey. | - Don't worry, Mom. Everything's fine.

- See you at Christmas. | - Charlie, don't-- Ah.

Fireplaces will no longer be a problem.

It's a new fabric. | Completely flame retardant.

- It's light, yet durable. | - And you can wear the jumpsuit | under your coat and pants.

But what do I do | if I fall off a roof?

We'll cordon off a three-block radius | around Dr Miller's house.

Now, Calvin is to be | apprehended unharmed.

And remember, he'll probably | be dressed like Santa Claus.

Give it your best shot

'Cause what you got is | oh, so sweet

- Freeze! | - What the--

I need a routine | So gimme all your lovin'

- It's not even my suit. It's a rental. | - All your hugs and kisses too

Gimme all your lovin' | Don't let up until we're through

"From Comet, To Santa." | Did you make the card?

It's a nice rope. | Just in case I fall off the roof?

Comet, this means a lot to me. | Thanks, buddy.

And if I blow my top

Will you let it | go to your head

Gimme all your lovin' | All your hugs and kisses too

All right, let's go!

- You ready to go, sport? | - You betcha, Dad. | - Gimme all your lovin'

- Now Dasher, now Dancer! | Now Prancer and Vixen! | - All your hugs and kisses too

On Comet, on Cupid! | On Donner and Blitzen!

Bye-bye. Bye, Quintin. | Bye, Peewee.

Merry Christmas.

Take your time.

Turn to your right. | Hello!

No.

- Charlie, stay in your seat. | - I gotta show you this.

Radar-jamming jingle bells, | snow screen,

DC-10 alert | and air freshener.

- Wow. | - And most important of all, your hat.

- My hat? | - It's lined with a two-way radio.

Microphone's in here. | It connects you directly to Judy.

- Wait a minute. What's this? | - Oh, that's a C.D.

- Compact disc. | - No. Cookie/cocoa dispenser.

The cocoa comes out nice and hot.

- And... out pops the cookie. | - Gimme all your lovin'

- How could I have done this | without you, Charlie? | - You couldn't.

- You're fatter this year. | - Thank you very much. You've grown too.

And you were a very good girl | this year, but I want you | to go back to sleep, okay?

- I think the milk's a little sour. | - It's soy milk.

- Huh? | - You said you were lactose intolerant.

I did say that, didn't l? | Thanks for remembering.

Go to sleep.

- Merry Christmas, Sara. | - Merry Christmas, Santa.

Look, there's Mom and Neal's street! | Can we go there next?

- Sure. | - I made something for them | at the workshop.

Freeze!

Ah, ho, ho.

You officers really gave me a start. | Merry Christmas, guys.

- Not for you, fat boy. | - "Fat boy"? Guys.

- Uh-uh-uh. Nice and easy now. | - Oh!

Guys, guys, I got a lot of work to do. | This is a big mistake, really.

You gotta watch the suit too. This | is so old. It's an antique, you know.

- Where's the boy? | - He's in the sleigh.

We got Calvin. | We're bringing him out.

Santa, are you okay? | Over. Over.

- Watch your head. | - Santa, are you all right? | - Santa?

- It'll be okay, kids. | - Let him go! Let Santa go!

Honey, I'm sure | Charlie's fine.

We've got a problem. Santa was at | the Miller's, but he's not responding.

Well, time to deploy E.L.F.S.

- Let's go! | - Go!

Go, go, go, go! | Move it!

Look, I know | you're Scott Calvin.

You know you're Scott Calvin. | So let's make this simple.

I say, name. | You say, Scott Calvin.

Name?

Kriss Kringle.

- Name? | - Sinter Klas.

- Name? | - Pere Noel.

Buono Natale. | Pelz-Nicole.

Topo Gigio.

Okay, Calvin. Maybe a couple of hours | in the tank will change your mind.

- Charlie? | - Yeah?

Don't worry. | We're the good guys.

Come on. | Let's go save Santa.

We can't. The police | are watching this place.

Yeah, they probably are. | But you see, we weren't figuring | on walking out the front door.

We find that we can get around | a lot faster if we fly.

Now... grab hold of my hand.

And hang on tight.

- And Charlie? | - Yeah?

Don't ever try this | without elf supervision.

Hmm? Ah!

We're looking for Santa Claus.

Go home, kids. | Visiting hours are over.

We're not kids, | and we're not visiting.

- We're here to bust out my dad. | - You're the Calvin boy.

Who-- Who are these | other kids?

We're your worst nightmare.

Elves with attitude.

Shouldn't have had that doughnut. | Oh!

Untie me! I mean it!

Untie--

- Charlie! | - Are you okay, Dad?

I am now.

- How'd you do that? | - Tinsel. Not just for decoration.

Hmm.

Hey, excuse me. Can I get | some of that tinsel?

Mom?

Mom!

Neal. I'm home!

Charlie?

- Charlie? | - Charlie. | - Oh, my God, Charlie.

Sweetheart. Oh, God. | Come here. Come here.

Oh, my boy. | Oh, my sweetheart.

Oh! My boy, you're home!

Oh, I missed you so much. | How are you?

- I'm fine, Mom. | - Are you okay? Look at me.

- Oh, Charlie. I missed you, honey. | - Mom, I'm fine. It's okay.

- We were so worried | about you. Look at you. | - Mom, put me down. Stop kissing me!

I don't have a lot of time.

Did you leave the gifts | I made under the tree?

- You bet I did. | - We better go.

- No, Charlie. No, no, no. | - No! No, wait, Charlie.

It's okay, Laura.

Actually, l--

I think it's | a much better idea...

- that you stay here | with your Mom and Neal. | - Really?

- But, Dad-- | - No buts, Charlie.

I can't be selfish. | I can't be with you all the time.

We're a family.

You, me, your mom...

and Neal.

And they need to be with you too.

I miss you too much.

Come here a minute.

Ah, listen to me.

Come on, listen. There's-- | There's a lot of kids out there.

Okay? Millions of kids.

And they're-- | They all-- They all believe in me. | They're countin' on me, Charlie. And l--

I'm not gonna let them down. | I got a lot of work to do.

So I can't be selfish either.

You gave me a wonderful gift, Charlie. | Listen, a wonderful gift.

You believed in me | when nobody else did.

You helped make me Santa.

Selfish? Come on.

You're the least-- | the least selfish person I know.

I love you, Santa Claus.

I love you, son.

Shh.

It's okay.

Okay. It's okay. Shh.

Laura, what do you think? Christmas Eve | you guys spend with Charlie?

Oh, my God.

It's you.

It really is you.

You really are...

Santa Claus.

Pretty cool, huh?

Oh, my God.

And your parents thought | I'd never amount to anything.

Oh, wait. Don't go yet. | I have something for you. I--

It's Santa!

- Scott. | - Neal.

- Santa? | - It's okay, Neal.

Here.

It's, um-- | Well, it's--

It's my Christmas present for you. | It's the, um-- It's the custody papers.

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