The Santa Clause Page #8

And I want you to come and see | Charlie as often as you can.

You can count on it. | Thanks, Laura.

Merry Christmas.

What's all this boo-hooing goin' | on here? Hey, how ya doin'?

It's nothin', Bernard. | I'm just saying goodbye to Charlie.

What goodbye? Charlie, | you still got the glass ball, right?

- Yeah. | - Well, all you gotta do...

is shake it whenever | you want to see your dad.

- Really? | - He can come back to see you...

anytime day or night.

Hey, have I ever | steered ya wrong?

Nice sweater.

Hey, did we make this?

Laura.

He's sucking us | into his delusions.

Look at the elaborate | measures he's taken.

Neal, relax.

I'll explain it to you later.

Where'd he go?

Go, go, go, go! | Team one, heads up!

- Okay, stand back, folks. | Give us some room. | - I'm scared, Dad.

- Here you go, sir. | - Thanks. Return to your homes!

- Stay off the street. Come on, folks. | Let us do our job here. | - Oh, my gosh. Um--

Excuse me. Excuse me. Hi.

Um, you know, you don't have to | send anybody-- Oh, my gosh, wait!

- Hey! | - He's my ex-husband, | and he's already up the chimney.

Chief, look up there.

Oh, Santa!

Santa Claus.

Look!

What is it?

Oh, wow!

Up there! Do you see it? | Hey, do you see it?

- Goodbye, Charlie. | - Bye, Dad.

Merry Christmas to all! | And to all a good night!

- I'm sorry, Charlie. | - That's okay, Neal.

You were just denying | your inner child.

You're gonna make a great | psychiatrist one day, kid.

No, I think I'm going to go | into the family business.

Look out below!

My wienie whistle.

Bye, Santa Claus. Bye.

- Merry Christmas. | - See you next year.

Charlie? | Time to come inside.

Mom, this stupid ball's | not working.

Shoot.

- Hey, sport. | - Dad!

You miss me already? | I've been gone, what? Ten minutes.

Gimme a break. | I was on my way to Cleveland.

Come here and give me a hug.

Oh!

- Do you wanna go for a quick ride? | - Yeah!

-Uh-- | -Of course, it's up to your mom.

Please, Mom.

Go on. Get outta here.

All right. Hold on.

- On our way. | - Bye, Mom.

Just-- Just a quick one.

And, uh, not over any oceans, Scott.

- Bye, Mom! | - Scott.

- Bye. | - Scott!

Santa!

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