The Santa Clause 2 Page #6

Well... I don't know|how you did it.

It's like some kind of magic.

Yeah, sort of like|some kind of magic.

And... and pretty much|the last that I have.

What? Well, what...?|You know what?

I don't want to know.

What you did in there tonight|for everyone was wonderful.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done that.

- Is that OK?|- Yeah.

Got this weird feeling|in the pit of my stomach.

I'm, um...

I'm not...|real good at this.

Where did that come from?

I don't know.

Hi! Merry Christmas!

Ho, ho, ho!

Can I have your attention?

Stop the work, please.|Everybody stop the work.

- Merry Christmas!

That's nice. I have a little|announcement to make.

From this moment forward, we're|not gonna make any more toys.

The children of the world|don't deserve presents.

They're running rampant|with naughtiness.

This Christmas we're gonna|give those greedy kids

exactly what they deserve.

A beautiful, high-quality|yet low-sulphur variety of coal!

Quiet!

We have to focus,|all of us, on the goals ahead.

And just to make sure|that that happens...

Thank you, sweetie.

I... I hate to blow my own horn.

Stay where you are!|Don't be afraid!

Back! Back!

I was up late, couldn't sleep.

Milk wouldn't do it,|cocoa is a little sweet,

so I decided to make|an army of toy soldiers.

They don't have|a good sense of humour like me.

I would do what they ask you.|Which is what I'm going to tell you!

Don't listen to him!|This guy's not Santa!

- He's not Santa?|- He's a toy!

He has a rubber face|and a plastic tushy!

Trust me!|Don't let him ruin Christmas!

Thank you for|those kind words, Bernard!

Well, now that we all|have an understanding,

have a joyous and|merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

OK, ready? Go!

This is what I call|community service!

Here she comes. Duck down!

Hey!

Attention you hooligans|behind that snow bank!

You have snowballed|the wrong house.

Drop the snowballs, kick them|away from the snow suits

and keep the mittens|where I can see them.

Your dad is hanging with|Principal Newman?

- Is he dating her?|- No.

Go to your homes.|Uh... pelt the ones you love.

- And a merry Christmas!

- That is really gross, man.|- Shut up.

There are things about me you|should know. Personal things.

We don't need to|rush things, Scott.

I think you need to|know these things.

OK.

Um...

Remember the mistletoe,|how it just showed up?

- Yes.|- And the sleigh.

- How magical that was?|- Yes.

Secret Santa Claus?

- That was me.|- Yeah?

I'm not this size much. I'm|usually much bigger than this.

So am I sometimes.

I have a big white beard|that's beautiful.

- I don't.|- I work a long way from home.

When I get back home,|I sleep for a long time.

See? OK.|It's not so bad so far.

You work far away from home|and you sleep a lot.

You've never been to prison|and you don't wear socks with sandals.

Well...

I'm Santa Claus.

What?

The suit, the red suit's real.|The North Pole is a place.

There are elves. They make toys.|They're beautiful and it's real.

- I exist.|- That's not funny.

- It's magical.|- Cut it out.

I'm telling the truth.

I told you something personal|from my childhood

and now you're making a joke|out of it and it's not funny. It hurts.

I know how hard this is to|believe, but connect the dots.

- Think what's happened.|- I know what's going on.

- Think about the little girl.|- You felt something for me.

Now you're acting like a mental|patient because you're scared.

- I deliver gifts in a sleigh.|- lncredible.

I go down chimneys with burning|logs and I still deliver gifts.

I'm not scared.|That's not what this is.

If you're trying to|push me away, it's working.

Carol, don't make me leave.

Please.

- How could you pick her?|- I didn't.

You don't care any more.

I care more about you|than anybody.

But it's a two-way street.

- You won't confide in me.|- You want it? Here it is.

- What? Talk to me.|- I don't live a normal life.

- You live a great life here.|- Just listen to me!

My friends get to go around|saying, "My dad's a plumber."

"My dad's a pilot." "My dad's|a dentist." You know what?

My dad is the best thing of all|and I can't tell anyone.

You have no idea how hard it is,|walking around with that secret.

And now you're going out|with Principal Newman!

And you don't even|tell me about it.

My whole life has become|about secrets, and I hate it!

I'm sorry.

Forget about|Principal Newman, all right?

And forget about Santa.|I'm done.

My time's up.

Who cares any more?

- Hi, Charlie.|- Hi, Lucy.

- What are you doing?|- Just shovelling.

Oh.

Charlie, is Uncle Scott|Santa Claus?

No.|Why would you think that?

I don't know.

- How come Uncle Scott was sad?|- What makes you think that?

I asked him to stick|a straw in his nose

and blow bubbles|in his milk.

- And he said no.|- Whatever.

- Can you talk to him?|- I don't think so, Lucy.

- Did you have a fight?|- Sort of.

- Are you gonna make up?|- I don't know!

- Are you gonna be mad forever?|- Lucy!

- What?|- These are hard questions.

No, they're not. They're easy.

And you can't be mad|at him forever, Charlie.

He's your daddy|and you love him.

Dashing through the snow

In a strip-mining machine

Flatten the hills we go

Come on!

Put a smile on that face,|little troll!

Wait a minute. I got a joke.|This'll cheer you up.

- Knock, knock!|- Who's there?

- Aren't you?|- Aren't you who?

Aren't you supposed to|get back to work?!

All of ya! You little idiots!|Back to work!

Got any twos?

Hm.

Go fish.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whooaahh!

- What was that?|- I don't know.

- Want some more hot chocolate?|- Mm-hm.

OK.

- Would you get that, honey?|- Yeah, sure.

Is S... Scott here?

- Who are you?|- Uh...

Curtis, a friend from...|Buffalo.

- Are you an elf?|- Of course not!

Why would you ask|such a silly question?

How come you have pointy ears?

It's... because I never|ate my green vegetables.

Do you eat|your green vegetables?

Uncle Scott!

Yeah, I'm right here.|What's wrong?

Oh... Curtis! What are you doin' here?

There's a little|trouble at the...

plant.

It's OK.|Curtis is a very old friend.

We have a large, uh... firm.|We work together in...

- Buffalo.|- Buffalo?

We work together in Buffalo.|So... we're gonna talk business.

- What business?|- It's none of your business.

Soon I'm gonna be seven.|And then I can know things.

- Good night, Curtis.|- Good night, Lucy.

Good night, Lucy.

- What's up?|- Toy Santa's out of control.

He's locked up the elves,|shut down the workshop,

he thinks everybody's naughty|and he's gonna give everyone coal!

- Why didn't Bernard tell me?|- He's under house arrest.

Bernard?!

Fly back with me to the North|Pole to save Christmas!

I can't. I have no magic left.|I'm out of magic. Look.

Grrrr!

- I thought you had Comet.|- Yeah, we...

Yes! Come on!

Hey, Comet. We just...

Comet?

Comet?

Look at me.

- Comet...!

What are ya doin'?

- Eating sugar is bad for you.

What do you mean,|you didn't eat this?

Who did?

A squirrel?!

Get this. You gotta fly both|of us back to the North Pole.

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