The Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause Page #4

and Spanish cocoas.

Sweet to the palate,

but, oh, so warm to the tummy.

With a trickle of cinnamon

and orange essence,

enough to drive

the taste buds mad!

Go on.

Look at this kitchen! Oh!

Look at the size of that oven.

You could cook

a woolly mammoth in there.

- Let's have something to eat.

- You got some operation.

You've been holding out.

Why the secrecy?

There's no secrets. We're family.

Heavens sakes, you must be the in-laws.

So very pleased to meet you.

Hi.

- Bud, Sylvia, this is...

- Jack Frost.

Not Jack Frost. He's playing Jack Frost

in our "Yippee, it's Canada!" parade.

Oh, yes, of course.

To bring frosty cheer

to the workers.

I'm kind of like the team mascot, eh?

Who does your hair?

You like it? It's... I freeze-dry it.

Sir, can I borrow you?

Yeah. Excuse me just a minute.

We have a small paperwork problem.

Go ahead. I'll make sure

everyone's as happy as a lark.

For that's why I'm here, eh?

Cocoacchinos, anyone?

- What's going on? What's going on?

- We're still trying to assess here.

Somebody get me out of here.

We've got a cache failure in the

motherboard. You gotta get a rerouter.

- You need a solder gun...

- I can't see!

You need some scissors here.

I'm off to help electrics.

Kitchen this size,

I can't find a sandwich.

Oh, let me help you there.

For heaven... How does

something like that happen?

Oh, dear.

- Cocoacchinos, anyone?

- Oh. Yes.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Let me get you

this chair here.

There we go.

Isn't that lovely?

And here you go.

I hope you like it.

- Oh, my.

- It's my own recipe.

Yes.

Minty.

Doesn't it make you feel fresh?

Oh, yes, it does.

Oh, my, I just... I love your hair.

- You do?

- Yeah, I do.

- I love yours.

- Really?

- I've never seen anything like that.

- Oh, you're so adorable.

You divine little kitten, you.

- And I bet you sing, too.

- No, no, no, no. No.

Go on. I bet you can sing.

- Maybe a little bit.

- I knew it, I knew it.

- Sing something.

- What would you like to hear?

How about...

Oh, I love it.

No, no, go back to

the other line, the part before...

Oh, it gives me chills.

Oh, what a lyric.

- What's going on over here?

- Your mother is fabulous!

Would you like to be my elf?

You heard me.

Heads up! Heads up!

Coming through!

- Fire!

- Back off! Back off!

Back off!

We got a dangerous situation.

Back off!

Back off! Don't breathe.

Don't breathe in.

What's wrong with you people?

We were an inch away from Armageddon.

- I'll get a mop.

- Oh, Dad, you did great.

- You all right?

- Had to be done.

- That was wonderful, honey.

- Hi, everyone.

- Oh, my!

- You're awake!

Awake, yeah. Who are you?

Oh. Mom and Dad, this is Scott's

ex-wife Laura and her husband Neil.

- Hi.

- Their daughter, Lucy.

Hi.

They came to join us

for Christmas. Isn't that nice?

If Scott is that close to his ex-wife,

and you don't find that

incredibly threatening,

I'm sure it's very nice.

Hi, everybody, I'm back.

Hey, what happened?

You didn't tell your in-laws your

ex-wife is spending Christmas with you.

More secrets.

Nothing works in this joint.

Think this is something?

See the delivery room.

Is there a problem?

I want to see the delivery room.

What?

- Heavy load! Coming through!

- Watch your backs, people.

Set it down there.

This is the delivery room?

This is not a delivery room.

This is a disaster. What's going on?

We're remodelling.

It'll be huge, comfortable.

This is a broom closet.

The oven in the kitchen's bigger.

This isn't a broom closet...

Watch your back again!

There we go. This is the hospital

for the entire toy factory.

How about that, Syl?

Our grandchild is being born in a

broom closet of a Canadian toy factory.

You can be honest with us. Don't be

afraid. Are you held against your will?

- Is there even a doctor here?

- Yes, there's a doctor...

Hello! I'm Dr Hismus.

Pleasure to meet you, eh?

- This is the doctor?

- Very good doctor.

- I see.

- Watch your backs. Excuse me.

What are we supposed to do

with the wood in here?

- Why do we have wood in here?

- I'm taking over.

Don't be silly.

Let the tiny Canadians do it.

Somebody get me an apron

and a hammer.

Get him an apron and hammer.

- What's happening?

- Emergency in the toy factory.

- I'll be back in two minutes.

- OK, let's go to work.

I got this one.

There it is! I got it!

Look out, coming through. I got it.

Go. Boy, these bears...

We gotta make 'em stop.

It's a great way to put out an eye.

Shut this place down!

Hey, cut it off, cut it off.

Right there's the start. Cut it off.

Where are the fire elves?

Help. Give me an aisle. Come on.

- Let the professionals at it.

- Hit the base of the flame.

Sir, sir!

Curtis, stop. If you're gonna

tell me our entire facility is in ruin,

Christmas is tomorrow,

for the first time in history

kids of the world won't get what they

asked for because I failed, stop it.

I can't stand one more

piece of bad news.

- Then good news, sir.

- What?

Your pants are on fire.

Fire in the hole!

- Captain.

- I'm on it, Curtis.

Oh, my. Is there anything I can do?

Put a chill on my bottom for me?

Go to the naughty and nice area,

help the elves clean up.

- Go! Move, move!

- Quickly, move it!

- Stop lollygagging!

- Status report.

Springs on the pogo sticks melted.

Let me see, let me see. I like that toy.

Glenda. Give me a status report.

- Legs on the ironing board burned up.

- Let me see.

Only the wheels are left

on the wooden truck.

That was my favourite.

The rockets are in pieces,

but the launch motors are intact, sir.

Launch motors intact?

Get over here.

I think I got an idea.

Jet-powered scooter board.

Way to go, Santa!

That's how the men in red

get things done.

We got a schedule to keep,

get back to work.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Whoa. You're just amazing.

Can't keep a good Santa down, huh?

So, doesn't anything bother you?

You don't sweat the small stuff.

Problem at work, that's a challenge.

Problem at home, a problem.

Uncle Scott, that was the most

amazing thing I've ever seen.

Wait a minute.

You weren't worried, were you?

- Not for a second.

- Neither was I.

Uncle Scott, you know

what I've been dying to see?

No.

Your snow globe collection.

You can see it,

if you can catch me.

Watch out, coming through.

Last one up is a glazed ham!

Don't watch what I'm doing,

this is a very secret code.

- Oh, come on, Uncle Scott.

- It is.

Very secret.

Watch what happens.

Look out, look out!

Whoa.

Where are we?

I told you I have an amazing collection

of snow globes.

This is the Hall of Snow Globes.

Go on in.

This is so beautiful, Uncle Scott.

These are all the snow globes for

all the Santas that have ever been.

And this one...

...that one's mine.

It's my very favourite,

just like you gave Charlie.

Yeah. You know,

I'm kind of partial to this one myself.

Look, it's snowin'.

Yeah. You got a good collection.

Too bad you don't have one like this.

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