The Santa Clause 2 Page #8

You say this is happening|all so fast.

But you've known me|your whole life.

But you've known me|your whole life.

When you were|little and alone...

- Santa...|- I can take it from here.

..Santa was always|there for you.

And I will be, as long as you|continue to believe in me.

I know I'm asking you|to leave everything at home,

but I can guarantee you|that this is worth it.

This place...

This place is all about magic

and love... and wonder.

And occasionally|a thin-crust pizza

and a movie and|a long winter night.

Is there a school here?

Yeah, we have one, a school, but|the elves need a new principal.

Cos as of late some of the elves|have been acting a bit impish.

Carol...

- I love you.|- You do?

Would you be my wife?

I will.

Thank you.|I've got it from here.

I will.

By the powers vested in me|by me,

I now pronounce you Santa

and Mrs Claus.

Well, go on now. Kiss her!

Awwww!

- Dad, we gotta go.|- Walk me to my sleigh.

We gotta go! When we get back,|we start making some more toys.

All right. Well, Mrs Claus,|you might want to get some rest.

You see, tomorrow begins|vacation season for me,

which means a three-month|honeymoon for us.

Nothing tropical. You do not|want to see this in a Speedo.

Don't be home too late.

And so it begins.

Boys, we've got|some toys to deliver!

Hyah!

Lucy?

What, Charlie?

Come downstairs.|I want you to see something.

Lucy.

Watch this.

Uncle Scott?!

- Do you have any twos?|- Go fish!

You are Santa!|I knew it was you all along.

- And you were right.|- Uncle Scott...

You look all rosy.|Are you feeling better?

I'm feeling much, much better.

Is there anything else|I should know about?

I don't know. But Charlie has|something he wants to tell you.

OK.

You know, I was exactly your age|when I found out my dad was Santa.

- But I couldn't tell anybody.|- I can't tell anybody either?

No. But knowing it|isn't a burden.

It's a gift.

Most kids stop believing in|Santa when they grow up.

But I get to|believe in him forever.

I love you, Charlie. Thank you.

But do we still get toys?

If you ever get to bed and go to|sleep like the other kids.

Oh... OK!

- Merry Christmas, Lucy.|- Merry Christmas, Santa.

Sport, I gotta fly.

- Easy, boys, easy.

You're gettin' it, Chet.

Look, Charlie!

Merry Christmas, Comet!

All right, boys!|Hyah! Ho, ho, ho!

- Hyah!

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

Nothin' wrong with|a straight line, Chet.

Chet! Chet!

Hey!

What the heck|are we doin' out here?

Agh!

Look, if we're gonna dance...

dance like this.|All of us!

Everybody, you idiots!

Hey, lady!

Watch this!

Ever seen a toy do this?

Where you going?

Whoo!

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