Tiny Christmas Page #5

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[moaning in terror]

Okay, uh...

I thought you elves

were supposed

to give presents,

not steal them.

That copter

was a special surprise

for my grandson.

I need it!

Well, hopefully

you got a gift receipt?

[cell phone rings]

Timmy!

Are you near the house?

I had to take care

of a few tiny things.

Closing the airport?

For a little snow?

But what about

the food,

the presents?

A blizzard.

I see.

Well...

maybe we'll see each other

in the New Year.

Or in the summer,

when the kids are off school.

Love you.

Hug my grandbabies for me.

Well,

I guess I won't be needing

that copter after all.

She's gonna be

all alone.

On Christmas.

Come on, cuz.

We got a mountain

to climb.

[]

Let's Christmas!

Like a boss.

[]

So cold.

I can't feel my eyeballs.

We're so close.

Nothing is gonna stand

between us and that window.

[toy elf laughs menacingly]

[spooky, low frequency playback]

Yay Christmas!

[screams]

Sweet! Body-sledding!

Whee!

[crashing below]

Let's do that again!

[Emma groans]

We cannot be related.

Tell me again

why we had to use

the back window?

I don't like the way

that elf

eyeballs me, okay?

Point is, we're home.

But not home free.

Ten and a half minutes left!

We need to find those goggles.

They had flashing

lights on them..

look for those.

This should help.

[grunts with effort]

How'd you do that?

Atomic elbow-dropped

the power strip.

Look.

Yes.

From down here,

this village looks

really creepy.

This place is gonna

give me nightmares.

And I love nightmares.

You're such a goof.

You're her favorite aunt,

I thought maybe

she might be trying to head

back home for Christmas.

Yes, I've searched everywhere.

I'll call you back.

All right,

all we've gotta do

is climb up

the base of the tree

and crawl out onto

one of the branches.

[power surges on]

[train horn tooting]

Not me.

For once.

Emma?

Barkley?

Dad!

Come on,

we can't go back.

It's now or never!

It's just like

a videogame.

An extremely

dangerous videogame,

where your only get one

precious, fragile life,

and no savesies.

That's your pep-talk?

Yeah, it could really use

a little bit more pep.

I'll work on it.

For next time.

As if there'll be

a next time--

Still not helping.

[grunting with effort]

You call it.

Now!

What are you doing?

I thought there was

gonna to be a countdown.

Why?

There's always a countdown!

I can do this.

Just going

on instinct.

No!

[train bells clanging]

I'm alive.

I'm alive,

and I don't know how!

You're also going

the wrong way!

Open your eyes!

Whoops! My bad.

[train horn blaring]

[wincing]

Ah, I can't watch.

I'm stuck!

Take your shoe off!

Darn you, discount pleather.

[horn blaring]

This is gonna leave a mark.

[horn blaring]

Did I do that...

with my mind?

No, I did it.

With my hand.

I just realized this thing

was a train switch

Oh.

Tiny-peeps?

Are you in there?

Let me guess,

another Elf-o-gram.

Let's Christmas.

Like a boss.

The kids are in here.

The kids?

My kids?

Where?

What are we gonna do

when we reach the goggles?

I mean, our tiny fingers

can't work the buttons.

You're right.

We need to signal my dad.

But... how?

[ornament clattering]

[shatters]

It's them.

They're in the tree!

The goggles!

[groans, yelping]

[screams]

[groaning]

I'm slipping.

I think I can reach you.

All you gotta do

is grab my hand.

But your stocking!

It could be lost forever.

Barkley...

it's okay.

Is there going to be

a countdown--

Now!

Wow.

I can't believe that worked.

I've got a really crazy idea.

The ugly Christmas sweater?

I mean, this is crazy,

even for me.

I knew you'd dig it.

It's been an honor

Christmassing with you.

[screaming]

Saved by

the sweater.

Aw, it itches so bad!

Oh, scratch my face,

scratch my face!

[screaming]

Girls?

How is this possible?

Are you all right?

Dad!

40 seconds!

We need to hurry!

Back up!

Dawn is coming!

I can't watch!

Neither can I!

The sun!

It's Christmas morning,

we're out of time!

[laser zapping]

[]

I feel taller.

Hey, could you give me

another zap?

You know, give the old

basketball career

a little boost?

No problem!

Whoa!

Stop while you're ahead.

[sighing in relief]

If anything had happened

to the two of you--

It's my fault.

I'm sorry, Dad.

I've been a total

Emma-neezer Scrooge.

I shouldn't have

made you move here.

Dad, it's just...

different.

But different can be good.

Different can be awesome.

You know, there are

actually gifts

under here, too.

You might need

a magnifying glass

and tweezers

to open them.

I could zap them.

[together]:
No!

Whoa.

Okay then.

I guess it's

yell-at-the-elf-day.

Wait.

The sun is up.

Why do the goggles

still have power?

[clatter of hooves on the roof]

[incoming call chimes,

"Jingle Bells" tune]

Chill!

I let you down.

Christmas Eve is over.

Not everywhere.

Hawaii, for example.

We still have a few hours

on the clock.

You invented this stuff.

How do you not know that?

I've never field-tested,

We're on the roof.

Get up here!

We've got a ton of toys

to deliver to Maui.

And you are piloting the sled.

Me?

For reals?

Sled pilot?

It was gonna be a surprise.

For all the work you've done

over the years.

We all bought crash helmets.

[laughs in delight]

I'll be right there!

Ah, we did it, boys.

[voice breaking]

I love the holidays.

Oh, hey,

let's just, uh...

keep this

on the down-low,

okay?

What happens on Christmas

stays on Christmas.

Aloha.

[thuds, groaning]

[groans]

Christmas remains hard!

He really needs to learn

how to use the door.

Mm-hmm.

Should we open

some presents?

[doorbell rings]

[gasps] Giant elves!

Tinselpaws, attack!

Wait!

We come in peace!

I'm your new neighbor,

from across

the street?

We were wondering

if you might want to come over

and be part of

our Christmas tradition?

You can bring

your psychic cat.

[]

Ah, a microscope.

Maybe now I can

find our couch.

[laughing]

Oh.

Hey, this one's for us.

"From Elfonso.

"It was stuck to my shoe

when I left,

figured it was worth

unshrinking."

I think there's

something underneath.

Oh.

[gasping]

Our walkies!

And something for you.

What?

Maybe I'll open it.

[chuckles]

Oh, my...

[chuckles]

[gasping in awe]

They're...

...glorious!

[sighing in delight] Oh..!

Tinselpaws...

[cooing fondly]

It's your color...

Yes, indeed.

We should take a picture.

[shutter clicking]

[all together]:

Merry Christmas!

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