The Santa Clause 2 Page #7

- Yeah, tonight.

OK. I'll help you up.

All right? Ready? You've got to|help me a little here.

Pull.

Ai! Gah!

Good. OK, we almost got it.

That's OK.

OK, now, help me.|Can ya move anything?

Fire in the hole! Get away!

Whoa!

Eat some roughage, will you?

- Oh, what about the jet pack?|- It burned up on reentry.

What am I supposed to do?|Grow wings?

I hope he doesn't have|too many stops to make tonight.

You and me both, pal.|OK. Let's just get it over with.

OK.

One, two...

Three!

- What's going on down there?|- Are you sure about this?

What? The old toaster trick?

When we were kids we used to do|this to get a little extra cash.

- Works every time!|- I can't watch this.

- You ready, buddy?|- All right. Let her rip.

One,

two,

three!

Ow!

Oh, Scott!

- Scott, are you all right?|- Mom!

- Yes?|- I lost another tooth.

Should I put it|under my pillow?

Yes!

By cuspids!

Shhh.

This way. Come on.

Curtis, get the door.|It's a Tooth Fairy ambush.

What do you people want?|I only carry $20 in change.

Tooth Fairy, it's me, Santa.

I've lost the weight|and the beard, but it's me.

I know Santa. Santa is a friend.|And you, sir, are no Santa.

I am too.

How did I know I could capture|you by holdin' on to a wing?

You wanted to change your name|to Captain Floss or Plaque Man.

Or, as I recall, Roy.

And it was Santa's idea|to call you the Molarnator.

- Who's the kid?|- One of my elves. He's an elf.

Ow.

Santa!

The Molarnator at your service!

- A little altitude, please!|- What?

Could you possibly|fly a little higher?

Oof!

- What?|- Never mind!

Principal Newman?

What is it, Charlie?

You keep asking me if there's|something bothering me.

Well, there is. I...

I couldn't talk|about it before, but...

I want to talk about it now.

OK. Go ahead.

- My dad is Santa.|- Oh, please. Not you too.

Hold on.

If you have no feelings|for my dad, then fine.

But if the only reason|for not being with him is

that you don't believe in him,|you're making a big mistake.

Oh, Charlie...

Here.

I want you to take this.|Look into this and...

try to remember what it was like|when you were little

and you still|believed in Christmas.

Seeing isn't believing.|Believing is seeing.

You haven't seen anything yet!

- Curtis?|- What? Ow!

- What do I do?|- Slow down.

OK.

Piece of cake. Attaboy.|There you go.

Why can't you fly higher?

Tooth Fairy, I want to thank|you. I'll never forget this.

I wish I could do more,|but I gotta go.

Denver just started|a new pee-wee hockey league.

Before you go,|I want you to know that nobody,

nobody was|braver than you were today.

You should be|proud of your wings.

- They're not too girly?|- Not on you.

Wouldn't it be easier|to go through the workshop?

No. That way Santa and his|soldiers would be expecting us.

Sound military strategy involves|taking your enemy by surprise.

It's good strategy.

Sometimes being a despot|is a tough business.

Come on.

It's Scott, isn't it?

Yeah. What are you|supposed to be?

A better, stronger version|of what you used to be -

with a flawless complexion,|I might add.

- Look, it just glistens.|- Listen to me. I'm back now.

So untie us. Let the elves go|and give me back the coat.

No can do! It's Christmas Eve!|I have coal to deliver!

And I don't want those|naughty kids to suffer!

Boys! One, two, three!

And... one, two!

Try to keep up!|Let's go. Move it on!

Try to...|This is just too tight.

This is all my fault.

I thought I could|create another Santa.

My elfin pride|blinded me to all reason.

There's only one Santa.

Well, I've done|a pretty rotten job.

I didn't check the list twice.

My kid thinks I betrayed him.

I hurt the woman I love.

I ruined Christmas.

Charlie!

How'd you get up here?

Scott!

I got to fly in|with the Tooth Fairy.

- Are you OK?|- Yeah.

Brush between meals|and don't forget the floss.

And if anybody cares,|I'm exhausted.

And she...|has a beautiful smile.

- Thank you for everything.|- No. Thank you.

I am... the Molarnator!

Whoo!

Come on!

Hyah!

Get out of the way!

What are you doing?

- You gotta save Christmas.|- How am supposed to save...?

- No, no, no.|- Please. Don't worry.

Whoa!

Slow down.

Stay.

Whoah!

Oh, Chet...

Ouch! Ow! Oh, oh, oh!

Thanks. Excuse me, pork chop.

OK. Chet, this is it.|You ready to rock and roll?

- Chet?|- Yeah. He's still in training.

- Has he had much flight time?|- About a minute and a half.

- He's had a lot of crash time!|- Curtis...!

- He's just a baby.|- All right.

Let's see what this baby can do.

- Oh, boy.

Ready to go, buddy?|You know what we gotta do.

Hyah!

Chet! Whoa, whoa, whoa.|Chet, Chet.

You gotta focus, Chet.

OK, everybody! Outside, now!

Almost there, boys. Let's go!

- Chet, whoa!

Snowballs, on three!

One!

Two!

Three!

OK, elves...

Let's get 'em!

Whoa, whoa! Not so far!

- Whoa, Chet!|- Whooh!

Back for more action,|eh, scooter?

- Chet, Chet!

Cut the chitchat, Chet!

Why is this such a problem?|Come on!

Where do you think you're going?

- Go, go!|- Hyah, boy! Come on!

Faster!

The lead.|The one in the front, Chet!

Leave my reindeer alone!

- Go! Go! Go!

Come on! We got to get them|before they get out the hole.

Stay away from my lead reindeer!

- Whoo!

Holy Hannah,|he's an action hero!

Hyah!

What are you doin' up there?|I can't see where I'm driving.

You are a sad,|strange little man.

Whoa!

You're gonna fall... I hope!

That's a good way|to lose an eye!

Look out! You're scaring me!

Can I help you?

Honey, I'm home!

Loser!

Hey, I'm supposed to wear this|coat! How about a little elbow?

There you are.|That's gotta feel good.

You want the shoe?|Take it off. Go ahead. Go on!

Uh?

What are we gonna do now,|smartypants?

Watch out!|The building! Left, left!

Oh, well.|The town'll break the fall.

Look out!

Yo, Tony! Hey, Brian, stop me!

Oof!

Get off of me! Now remember,|rules are very, very important!

I want hot chocolate.

Hey, guys, back up. I've|got a special place for him.

You idiot! Wait a minute,|something's shocking me.

- You were great.|- Sounds like you were too.

- We've got ten minutes.|- Where is Carol?

- Carol! Are you all right?|- Yes!

- Where are you going?|- I gotta deliver gifts.

Aren't you forgetting something?

- No.|- You gotta get married.

Excuse me?

Carol, l...

I cannot continue being Santa...|unless I find a Mrs Claus.

Oh. So that's what the whole|noodles and pie thing...

- You just needed a wife.|- No.

No?

- Yes.|- Yes?

Yes, I was looking for a wife.

No, I didn't figure on|falling... in love.

You love me?

- This is all happening so fast.|- Well, there's no pressure.

Good.

I mean, if I don't get married|I just won't deliver the gifts

and children everywhere|will stop believing,

the elves will lose their jobs,|the North Pole will disappear

and Christmas will be gone.

- Get down on one knee.|- Hm?

Do it. Now.

Say "Carol."

- Carol.|- Uh-huh?

Yeah?

You say this is happening|all so fast.

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