The Ultimate Christmas Present Page #3

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To Check His Pockets.

Did You Check

Your Pockets, Dear?

It Can't Fit In My Pockets!

Oh.

Santa:
What If It Gets

Into The Wrong Hands?

There's No Telling

What Could Happen.

The Consequences

Could Be Disastrous!

Mrs. Claus:

All Right, Darling.

Calm Down.

There's No Time To Calm Down.

I Have To Find That Machine!

You Will.

I'll Send Help.

Fiona And Twinkle

Will Be There

Before You Can

Name The Reindeer.

Santa:
Christmas

Is 3 Days Away.

You Can't Spare

My Best Elves Now.

Mrs. Claus:
Don't Worry.

We'll Manage.

Give Me A Kiss.

Mama.

Papa.

Ho Ho Ho!

Mmm.

Bye, Dear.

Santa:
Bye.

Uh, We'll Go.

Yeah, We'll Go!

We Can Help Santa

Better Than Anyone.

Yeah, 'Cause, Uh,

When You Need To Find

A Lost Weather Machine,

We're The Only Elves

For The Job.

Please!

Please, Mrs. C.

All Right, Then.

Come On.

Oh Ho Ho!

It's A Light Load,

So You Shouldn't Need

More Than 2 Reindeer.

Let Me See.

Why Don't You Take

Prancer And Vixen.

They Don't Get Out Much.

Ok.

Except...

Except...

Except There's

One Small Problem.

What?

Tell Her.

Well, See,

I'm Kind Of Afraid

Of Reindeer.

I Got Bit Once

By Dasher.

Well, You Shouldn't

Have Poked Him.

I Didn't Poke Him.

I Petted Him.

No, You Poked Him

Like This.

Hey!

Hey, Back!

I'm Getting Always--

Boys.

I'll Fight You.

I'll Fight You--

Boys!

I'm Sorry.

But I'm Going To

Have To Send For

Fiona And Twinkle.

No!

No!

This Is

The Perfect Opportunity

To Show Off

Our Newest Invention.

Let's Show Her.

Let's Show Her.

Ok, Mrs. C.,

You're About To Witness

The Greatest Invention

In History.

Introducing...

North Pole S.U.V.

S.U.V.?

Both:
Santa Utility Vehicle!

The World's Very

First Rocket-Powered

Toy-Delivery System!

(Telephone Rings)

Hey, Joey.

Have You Studied

Much Shakespeare?

What's Shakespeare?

Forget It.

Allie!

What?

Your Father Would

Like To Talk To You.

You're Gonna Get It

Mr. Thompson:
Hello?

Hi, Dad.

What Is This I Hear

About You And Samantha

Practically Destroying

Your Room?

Um, Well, Things

Kind Of Got A Little

Out Of Hand.

It's...Kind Of

A Long Story.

But We Cleaned

Everything Up.

Allie, You're 13 Years Old.

That's Too Old To Be

Acting Up Like That.

Yeah, I Know.

Sorry, Dad.

And Don't Forget

What Time Of Year It Is.

Santa Might Find Out.

And, Uh...

We Don't Want That

To Happen, Do We?

No.

What?

Oh, My Gosh, Kids!

It's Snowing!

Mom Says It's--

No Way!

What?!

Oh, My Gosh,

Come Here!

No Waaay!

Oh, It's Snow!

Look At That!

Yes!

Hello?

Mrs. Thompson:

Give Me The Phone!

Steve! You Are Not

Going To Believe This!

It Is Snowing Here!

It's What?

All:
Yaaay!

Try And Catch One

With Your Tongue!

So Cool!

This Is So Great!

Hey,

Did You Ever Think

You'd See

A White Christmas

In L.A.?

No!

Maybe A Brown One

Due To A Mud Slide,

But Definitely

Not This.

Hang On.

I'm Getting

My Camera!

Ok.

Pretty Wild, Huh?

Yeah! Who'd

Have Thought?

Deck The Halls

With Boughs Of Holly

All:
Fa La La La

La La La La

'Tis The Season

To Be Jolly

Fa La La La La

La La La La

Don We Now Our Gay Apparel

Fa La La

La La La La--

Ohhh!

Are We Almost There?

Yeah, In About 3 Hours.

Ugh. Can We

Make A Pit Stop?

Why?

You Know Why.

Hmm. Didn't I

Tell You To Go

To The Bathroom

Before We Left?

Well, I Did,

But I Got To Go Again!

Well, We're

Not Stopping.

Cross Your Legs

Or Something.

Whew!

Ugh!

Are We Supposed

To Be Heading East?

What?

The Compass.

It's Pointing East.

You Nitwit!

That's Not A Compass.

That's A Fuel Gauge.

Oh!

(Engine Dies)

Sparky, Didn't I

Tell You To Put Gas

In The Gas Tank?

Yeah!

Did You?

Oh.

I Think I Forgot.

Well, We're Taking

A Pit Stop Now.

Ok, Everybody,

Here We Go!

In 5, 4, 3, 2...

You're On!

Good Evening.

This Is Edwin Hadley,

Here With Your Channel 3

Evening Action Weather.

The Weather Continues

As Predicted. Sunny Days,

Continuing...Into Only

Slightly Cooler Evenings.

We Interrupt This Program

For A Special Weather

Bulletin. Ah...

Ah...

I'm--I'm Sorry.

There Seems To Be

Some Kind Of Mistake.

You See, I've Just Been

Handed A Report That Says

There's...

Well, There's Snow Outside.

As We All Know,

That's Impossible,

So I'll Simply

Disregard This.

And Now, Back To

Our Real Report.

As I Said,

Sunny Days Ahead.

For The Next 5 Days,

We--

What Is It Now?

I Told You That This

Is Impossible!

Can You Not See

That I'm Up Here?

(Crumples Paper)

Ladies And Gentlemen,

I Can Assure You

That There Is Not Now,

Nor Has There Ever Been,

At This Elevation And

Temperature, Even The Most

Remote Possibility Of--

Ohh.

Snow.

Ahem.

It Does Seem That

The Los Angeles Area

Is Experiencing

An Unexpected Cold Front...

Combined With Increased

Levels Of Precipitation,

Which In Turn,

Has Resulted...

In Snow.

Oh, My.

Come On.

Come On,

Keep Going.

Keep Going.

Snow, Indeed.

The Storm

Started Somewhere.

Before This Night

Is Through,

I'm Gonna Figure Out Where.

Edwin!

Don't Bother Me Now.

I'm In The Middle

Of An Important,

Groundbreaking

Research Project.

Ok. Sure. No Problem.

But Mr. Martino

Wants To See You.

Right Away.

Though I Suppose

It's Never Too Late

To Take A Break.

What Do You Want

For Christmas,

Edwin?

Well, Sir, I Hadn't

Really Given It Much Thought.

But, Uh, As Long As

You Brought It Up,

I Was Hoping To Be Able

To Talk To You

About The Possibility

Of A Pay Raise--

A Small One, Of Course.

Hmm. You Know What I Want?

I Want To Wake Up

One Morning,

Turn On The Tv,

And See You With A Nice,

Bright Smile On Your Face

Instead Of That

Lemon-Sucking Grin

You Got On Right Now.

Well, Uh,

Sir, I Wasn't Aware--

I Want To See You

Wearing Something Else

Instead Of That Idiotic

Scrap Of Cloth You Call

A Bow Tie.

This Is From

The Signature Collection--

And You Want To

Know What I Want

Most Of All?

I Want You To Once,

Just Once

In My Lifetime,

To Keep Me Awake

When I Watch You.

What Are You Insinuating?

Oh!

Do I Have To Spell It

Out For You? Ok.

You Are Dull,

Boring,

Tedious,

Tiresome,

A Yawnfest,

A Snooze-A-Thon.

I'd Rather Watch Paint

Dry Then To Watch You.

And Then

To Top It All Off...

Hello! There's

A Snowstorm Outside!

In Los Angeles!

And You Didn't

Even See It Coming!

Well, No One Did, Sir.

It Was Quite Unexpected.

Oh. Did

The Weather Fairy Just

Wave Her Magic Wand,

And Poof! It Snowed?

Yes, Sir.

Well, It's...

I Mean...

I Mean, No, Sir.

But The Pattern

Of This Storm

Is Unlike

Any Other In History.

Instead Of Moving

Across Its Target,

It Seems To Have

Just Appeared And

Spread Out In All Directions.

So, In Measuring

The Amount Of Snowfall,

I'm Going To Be Able

To Determine From Where

It's Been The Longest,

Thus Where It Began.

Ok, Wait, Wait.

Imagine

I'm The Audience.

And, Hey,

Guess What?

I'm Asleep!

Well, Mr. Martino,

As To--

Oh, Come On, Hadley!

Let's Face It.

You Are A Joke,

An Embarrassment,

The Worst Weatherman

In The World!

You Know, The Only

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