All language subtitles for The Life & Adventures of Santa Claus (2000)

AK: Many centuries ago,

when the earth was
a much different place,

long before television, radio,
storybooks, bicycles,

or even toys
had been invented,

human beings were far
from alone on the planet,

surrounded by animals
of many varieties,
some now extinct.

In addition to the animals,

in the deeper,
more secret parts
of the forest

lived seldom seen
magical creatures
of many descriptions.

Some were immortal,
overseers of all
living things.

Oh, and in case
you did not know,

immortal means they are
still very much alive,

even though it is quite
unlikely you have seen one.

There were the Ryls,

whimsical caretakers of plants
and flowers, the colors of
every blossom in the land.

The clever Knooks,
guardians of animals
and ancient trees.

And in the very deepest
part of their world,

in a place never
seen by humans,

was and remains
The Forest of Burzee.

Therein lived the
graceful Fairies

and the mysteriously
beautiful Wood Nymphs,
caretakers of springtime,

and therefore,
all things newborn
and reborn in nature.

Among these creatures,
there was a very special
one named Necile.

Every spring, Necile had
the honor of preparing the
first nectar of the season,

which would reveal many things
about the coming year.

Oh, forgive me for
not introducing myself.

I am Ak, The Master Woodsman,

overlord of all
of the creatures
of this hidden world.

There were others,
more troublesome,

but we will meet
them in a while.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes, Necile.

Hmm. We have
reason to rejoice!

Necile's nectar
predicts a year of
great significance,

hmm,

which suggests the beginning
of a new source of joy.

The most unusual flavor.
Thank you, Necile.

Please, Ak, tell us more about
your journey among the humans.

I think it is a good thing
that only I can go among them.

AK: Of all the creatures
of the earth, humans still
seem the most miserable lot.

They must work
hard to survive,

even their children must work
as soon as they can walk.

We must have compassion
for these beings

who are less fortunate
than any of us.

Are they all
in such misery?

Not all, but
some are worse.

Some cannot even provide
enough food or shelter
for their own children.

Just this morning,
I found a human infant

left at the edge
of our woods.

A baby?
Alive?

Yes.

In fact, this child seemed
to possess a most unusual
life force for a human.

There was something
about him, his essence.

Sheigra had
noticed it, too!

The lioness?

At first, I feared she
was eyeing the infant
as her next meal,

but I was wrong.

Sheigra,
this child...

Is not merely
mortal, sire?
Yes.

I want you to nourish
it with your milk.

Feed and protect it
as if it were your own.

Helping the humans
again, master?

Someone must try,
and it is forbidden
to all of the others.

Perhaps this child

can help us find
a way to be of some
service to humanity.

I will do
as you wish.

Creatures of the woods,

know that this
child is protected
for all time by Ak,

Master of the Realm.

Treat him as a friend.

Forgive our
impertinence,
My Lord,

but do you really think
it wise to leave a baby

with a lion?
With a lion?

(CHUCKLES)

Do not worry.

I am certain a more
practical solution
will be found

before Sheigra's
hunger causes her
to forget my command.

(COOING)

(GROWLS)

Show yourself or
risk your life!

It is me, Sheigra.

Necile, you have traveled far
from the safety of Burzee.

Ak spoke to us
vividly of the
child you protect.

He is human,
Necile.

May I see him, or
hold him perhaps,

for just a moment?

Contact between
humans and immortals
is forbidden.

We shall both
be punished.

I have already
broken the law by
coming here, Sheigra.

Please.

(GURGLING)

Sheigra, you have
mothered many young.

As an immortal,
I can never have children.

You must help me.

I do tire of this task.

Human infants are
quite loud at times.

But I caution you,
you must go
to Ak at once.

(YAWNING)

Good morning.
You slept
peacefully?

Ah, like a baby,
as humans say.

Oh, a sleeping baby
is a peaceful sight.

So says you?
Well, I mean...

I have heard...

Do you suppose a nymph could,
under any circumstance,

raise a human child?

(LAUGHS)

Impossible. It is forbidden.

In any case,
where would one find
such a bold nymph?

And where would this nymph
find such a child?

I believe I am
such a nymph.

The child, you provided
yourself last evening.

All I did was retrieve him.

A lioness is not
a suitable mother for
a baby such as this.

Ak, I beseech you,
allow me to raise
this child as my son.

Necile,

you have defied
our highest law.
I know.

However, once done,
the deed cannot be undone.

So, I shall allow it.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

The rest of you, however,
heed this warning,

further mischief with humans
will not be tolerated.

(NYMPHS GASPING)
Is that understood?

You have chosen
your mother well, child.

And broken every
rule in doing so.

See to it you are
worth the trouble.

He will. I am sure of it.

(COOING)

GARDENIA:
The Ryls sent
more milk blossoms.

Thank heavens!
This baby of mine
eats like a unicorn.

(COOING)

(SCREECHING)

What is that?

(SHUDDERING)

You call that
a catapult? Ha!

I could build a better
one blindfolded.

Hey, I am blindfolded.

Whoa!

I'm in heaven.

WISK: Are you angels?

(BOTH GIGGLING)

He said angel.

No, this is the
Forest of Burzee
and we're Wood Nymphs.

Close enough. I'm Wisk.

Where did you come from, Wisk?

Uh, uh...

Up there.

(NYMPHS GASP)
Where? Up there?

Awgwa Mountain?
Yep.

I got caught in a
stupid pixie trap.

So, you are a
stupid pixie?

No, no.
I'm not stupid.
The trap was.

So they let you go?
Nope. Escaped.

Stowed away
in a catapult.

Ah, don't pixies live
on the other side
of Awgwa Mountain?

Oops. I guess I picked
the wrong catapult.

Now, I'll never get
home without going past
those Awgwas again.

You have seen
an Awgwa?

I heard they were
awful, scary things.

What do they look like?

They look something like this!

(GROWLING)

(NYMPHS SCREAMING)

(BABY COOING)

What is that?

That is my son.

He's human.

Of course,
I knew that.

Sure is a big, little...
Whoa.

What's his name?

Well, he hasn't got one yet.

But in our ancient language
Claus means little one.

So, Necile's little one
would be something
like Necileoclaus.

Necileoclaus?

Poor kid! Well, good thing
for you pixies know a lot
about those humans.

Um, let's see.

We'll let Ak name him.

Whoa!

He likes me.

(EXCLAIMS)

So, Wisk, it would
seem you don't have
a place to live, right?

Well, no.

Actually, I...

Then, I think you should
stay here with us.

You do?
You do?

But no more
Awgwas, please!

What does a human
adult look like?

(NYMPHS SCREAMING)

Wisk!
(NYMPHS LAUGHING)

AK: So, he was named Nicholas,

which I knew to be
a human name

and one which suited
Necile's wishes.

Little one, however,
did not apply for long,

as he grew rapidly,
as humans do.

(SINGING) Child of mine

How he shines beyond
what he knows

His whole life

Has been opening up
like a rose

In the world to come
he'll go alone

He'll rise like the moon
to greet the unknown

And I know that in
the world to come

This being will shine

Like the sun

Child of mine

What he gives
he freely receives

He has seen

What the others only believe

In the world to come
he'll go alone

He'll rise like the moon
to greet the unknown

And I know that in
the world to come

This being will shine

Like the sun

(NYMPHS GIGGLING)

May his magic gift grow strong

Keep him safe and
carry him along

In the world to come
he'll go alone

He'll rise like the moon
to greet the unknown

And I know that in
the world to come

This being will shine

Like the sun

AK: I wondered if he
would ever come to know

how special, how lucky,

how truly privileged
his childhood was.

And if he did, what kind of
man it would make of him?

Mother? Why am I
so different?

None of us is exactly
the same, Nicholas.

I cannot fly.

I am not magical or
special in any way,
except huge.

Do I belong in
this world anymore?

Nicholas, you are the
most special being ever
to live in this forest.

How?

We hear of
great unhappiness
in the human world,

but we immortals are
forbidden to help them.

We have always
been who we are
and what we are,

but you are human
and you have a choice
in what you will become.

You, Nicholas, are the
only human who will ever
be allowed here with us

and we will help
you all we can.

But what could I ever
do to make a difference
in their world?

(LAUGHING)

Hi, Wagif,
Peter, Wisk.

And this is what
a horse looks like!

(YELPING)

Really?

Yeah, but bigger,
I think.

(BARKING)

It's the pixie with his
shape-changing again.

Does Nicholas know
he gets everything wrong?

What a show-off!

If I have to see his
Awgwa shape again,
I'm gonna scream.

Ooh, scream?
Would you, really?

Hey, Wisk.
Would you show us
that Awgwa thing again?

Uh, yeah, okay.
(YELPS)

Are you sure?

They're really scary
and ugly and... (YELPS)

Oh, go on, Wisk!
I love your Awgwa.

I think they're funny.
And we'll never
get to see one.

You better
hope not.
Okay!

(GROWLS)

Aah! I am scared,
really scared!

Oh.

You said
you'd scream.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

NICHOLAS: You Knooks,
you're always
teasing.

Nicholas, it is time for us
to make a journey together.

(STAMMERING)
Where are we going?

To visit those from
whom you are descended.

Humans?
This is a visit,

and we cannot speak
or interfere with them
in any way.

Is that clear?
Yes, sir.

We will be invisible
to any mortal beings.

This sash will enable you
to fly with me through
the human world.

I don't know what to say.
This is like a dream.

Aah!

Ooh.

AK: It is very real.

Take great care
with the sash.

If you should lose it,

you'll be forced
to dwell forever
among the humans,

and never again see
your mother or the
creatures of this realm.

Whoa.

Let me tie that for you.

No chances
on that one.

Take care, my son.

Whoa.

BLACKSMITH:
No time off,
any of you.

Keep working,
you little brats.

BOY: Yes, sir.

NICHOLAS: Awgwas?

AK: Yes, Wisk was pretty close
on that one, was he not?

They cause much trouble,
particularly among children.

They are mean-spirited beings.

Humans have trouble enough
without their interference.

You think that's
funny, do you?

No, sir! Wasn't
us what done it!

Stop your lying.
Get inside.

(LAUGHING)

Be gone, you
useless creatures!

(WHIMPERING)

Only children who can
work belong here, boy.

But I could work, sir.

You? Ah, be off with you!

Go on, back to work!

AK: We cannot intervene!
There is more to see.

Wow!

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Father, may any of
those children be
allowed in to play?

No, dear. For the
hundredth time, no.
They are wretched and poor.

What makes them poor, Father?

They are
made poor,
my child,

by the fact that,
unlike you,
they have nothing.

They have one thing I do not.

What would that be?

They have other
children, friends.

Other children?
What a dreadful thought!

Go inside, dear,
the view is much nicer.

(SIGHS) Yes, Father.

Life here seems
so unfair, Ak.

Some have much,
others have little.

And the children, they
seem to be denied even a
chance to better their lot.

Fairness is not part of
the human condition.

Even among the
little ones?

AK: By the time these children
are grown, they will have
learned to be unjust as well.

It is human to do so.

But I am human! I will
never be like them!

You don't think
I will, do you?

I do not know, Nicholas,
what you will be.

That is yours to discover.

It is the greatest task,
I believe, any human
has to undertake.

Your son is blessed with
a fine heart, Necile.

Let us pray that mankind
does not break it.

Ak, you forgot
your sash.

Keep it.

Someday you may
find a use for it.

Oh, it is good to have
you home, Nicholas.

Was it a difficult journey?
I have been blessed, Mother,

but other human children
lead such sad lives.

I wish I could do
something to help them,
but I have no magic.

You will find a way,
I am sure of that.

AK: In only a few years
Nick began to find his way.

The time came for
a human-sized home of his own.

Of course, there would always
be room for a pixie.

So, how about we
settle down here,

sort of halfway.

Here?
The Valley of Hohaho.

We're still close
to Mother, but close
enough to the humans.

That way, I can
walk to either place.

We need to pick
a spot for a house.
Hmm.

(GRUNTS)

How about under here?

Uh, I don't think
there's room for a house.

Ow!

What is a house, anyway?

Come on. We need logs.

Can't we just chop
down those trees?

Shh. Don't let the Knooks
hear you say that.

Trees are the most
noble things on earth.

We'll just collect
some fallen trees.

Fallen trees? Where?

Miles around.
We'll drag them here.

Uh...

Won't that be a lot of work?

If we do it right.

Oh.

Right. We'll
move the logs.

Wagif, you keep
an eye on those two.

If they stir,
throw this pinecone.

(SINGING) We'll take some
trees and stones and things
and mix them carefully

Until we have the makings
of a builders' recipe

We'll lift the walls
up to the roof
to keep the weather out

And seal the seams with
lots of pebbles and mud
to make a grout

We'll make a place
to sleep all night and
eat throughout the day

Or vice versa if it works
as well the other way

We'll build it up
to fill it up
the way it ought to be

With every nook and cranny
holding a treasured memory

A house for keepin' it out
and keepin' it in

Keepin' it warm enough
to feel just like a friend

We're building a house
for keepin' it out
and keepin' it in

We're keepin' it in

We're keepin' it out

We're helpin' a friend

That's what it's about

A place for everything
and even a place to
store the clothes

The perfect touch a fireplace
for warming up the toes

So when the winter wind begins
to blow with all its might

There'll be a cozy spot lit up
by the glow of firelight

And someday when each corner
has accumulated things

We'll have to scurry back
to quickly add another wing

It's more than a location
where we stop instead of roam

Much more than just a building
what we are building
here's a home

We're building up a house
and makin' a home

Kind of a friend who's made of
logs and mud and stone

We're making a place that
even we'd be proud to own

We're building a house

We're making a home

We're building a house

We're making a home

(GROANS SOFTLY)

If they stir,
throw this pinecone.

Ooh.

(HUMS)

(WHISTLING)

Oh, my! This looks
exactly like Nicholas's
house should look.

I think.

Wagif, I thought
you were watching.

Aye, pixie woke up.
So?

So I whacked him
with the pinecone,
just like you said.

Wagif, I said
to signal us
with the pinecone.

Oh. You did?

Well, he's certainly
sleeping now.

Ah.

Make haste.
Sunrise is
approaching!

Huh?

Wisk! Wake up!

Our logs, they're gone!

Huh? Oh, man!

I feel like I got
hit in the head
with a pinecone.

I don't understand,
why would...

Oh, my goodness!

This is magnificent!

This is a house, Wisk.

Everybody in Burzee
must have been
here last night.

NICHOLAS: What's
this on the bed?

Whoa.

The sack is moving!

(MEOWING)

"For Nicholas.
A new friend for
your new home.

"Ak says that humans
like these, so I hope
you like her, too.

"With love, Mother."

(PURRING)

Hi, there. Look at you!

And besides that, she's a...

Wisk, I thought you
knew all about humans.

No way that's a human!

(LAUGHING)

No. She's a cat.

Sort of like a
small lion, but...

Lions eat pixies!
Don't they eat humans?

She's not a lion,

just like one,
but smaller.

She won't eat anyone,

unless you decide to change
into a bug or something.

Or something?
I think we need
more specifics here.

Okay. But just don't
go really small on us.

Blink, blink, blink.

I'm naming you Blinkie.

WISK: Phew!

Okay, as long as you
don't call her Hungry!

What's up?
Where are we going?

Nicholas is going
to visit his people.

Humans? Bad idea!

No, thanks.
I can't do that.
Not allowed.

Uh, Wisk
I am human,
remember?

Oh, yeah, sorry.

I can't very well
understand them if I don't
even know them, can I?

Of course,
you can't go.

Besides, I need
you to stay here

to look after
Blinkie and Mother
for me, all right?

Oh. Of course!

I will stand guard!

(CHUCKLES)

I feel safer already.

Take care, Nicholas.

Don't worry.
I'll be back
in a few days.

(WHISTLING)

A child!

Two of them.
One don't speak,
the other won't stop crying.

Oh.

Forgive my manners.
I'm Nicholas.

I just moved nearby.

Name's Andrew.
Wife's inside house,
name's Martha.

I haven't got much,
but I suppose
we could spare some.

Oh, no. No, no, no,
thank you.

I just wanted to meet you
and your children.

Oh. Go on, then.

(BABY CRYING)

Hush now, child. Hush.

NICHOLAS:
Hello, Martha.

I am Nicholas,
your husband said
I should come say hello.

Hello.
May I?

I have never seen a baby.

Ugh. Won't stop crying,
though. Never has.

There, there now.
It's not all that bad, is it?

(COOING)

(SIGHS)
Well, I'll be...

Stopped, eh?
Well, bless me!

Hello. And your name is?

Megan.
Won't talk.

Oh.

Maybe Megan just does not
have anything to say yet.

(LAUGHS) Oh.

Andrew, Martha,
you have beautiful
children.

Aye, we do,
don't we?

I'll visit again soon.

Megan, I cannot wait
to hear what you
have to say.

Come back soon.

Hello, I'm Nicholas.

I'm Ethan, the cripple.

Really?

I thought you were just
leaning on that stick.

It looks like a good,
sturdy stick.

And who says
you're a cripple?
Everybody.

I don't know if a cripple
could handle this big,
old, heavy sack of mine.

I could use
some help, but...

I can handle it.

You are just leaning
on that stick,
are you not?

I'll make you
a leaning stick
if you come back.

(CHUCKLES)

I'll come back. I promise.

If it doesn't stop
snowing soon

you'll never be able to get
back to those humans, huh?

I don't know. But I promised.

If only there were something
I could leave behind.

Something to cheer them
and remind them I'll be back.

(MEOWS)

(EXCLAIMS)

I thought cats were supposed
to be light on their feet!

Hey, Blinkie, this
kinda looks like you!

WISK: Probably doesn't
eat as much, though!

This is the answer, Wisk!

Great! What was the question?

I'm very glad the Knooks
left these tools.

(PURRS)

Silly cat.

BOY (IN DISTANCE): Help!

Help me!

(MEOWS)

Help!

(MEOWS)

(GASPS)

What...

What is it, Blink?
What's the matter?

Help!

Hello?

Aw, gee.

Isn't this sad?

Yeah, I don't think he's
gonna find the kid in time.

They'll probably
both freeze!

(ALL LAUGHING)

THOG: Probably.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anybody there?

Whoa!

Ethan?

I made you
a leaning stick,
Nicholas.

But you never came.

It's all right, Ethan.
We'll get you warmed up.

I hate this
Nicholas
of Burzee!

This stick is
beautiful, Ethan.
You did a great job.

But you mustn't go
so far from home.

You do.

Not in deep snow
like this, I don't.

That's why I
haven't been back.

Now, go to sleep.

(CHUCKLES) Good morning.
Say hello to Blinkie.

Can I pet her?
Sure.

I made something
for you as well, Ethan.

(GASPS)

Is it really mine?

Absolutely!

My cat.

AK: And so, in responding
to a gift from a young boy,

Nicholas of Burzee
had begun to discover
his life's calling.

And in the simple act
of carving a cat, he had
invented the very first toy.

In doing so, he changed
forever the lives of all
children who received them.

With the help of
his magical friends,

Nicholas set about
the task of perfecting
his newfound art.

Thereby planting the seeds
among humans

that would grow into the joy
of both giving and receiving.

And every year,

Necile would mix
the finest nectars,

that would predict
good times or bad

just from its taste.
Really?

So, which was it?
Good or bad?

That you will
find out next time.

CHILDREN: Ah.

You mean
you're leaving?

Ho, ho, ho.
I'll be back soon.
I promise.

GIRL: Bye.

Not if I can help it.

AK: And Nicholas
did come back.

Season after season.

Word of his toys,
(CHILDREN LAUGHING
AND CHATTERING)

his goodness,

and his love for children
spread throughout the land.

Even anticipation
of a visit could give
children who had nothing

something to smile about.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

On each trip,
Nicholas made new friends

and left behind more
and more happy children,

and even angrier Awgwas.

(MOGORB GROWLS)

All these happy
children make me sick.

This Nicholas
must be stopped.
Yeah.

But how, King Mogorb?

You are the
Supreme General
of Evil.

You think of a plan!

THOG: Oh, I hate thinking.

You have grown
handsome, Nicholas.

Sheigra.

It has been a long
time and you are as
beautiful as ever.

AK: And so, Nicholas
carved an image of
his old friend, Sheigra,

as he first remembered her.

Oh, your carving eye
is kind, Nicholas.

Oh, I only carve
what I see, Sheigra.

Farewell, my son.

You have made me
very happy, very proud.

AK: Knowing that Sheigra
had come to say goodbye

as the end of her days
on earth grew near,

Nicholas carved an image
of his old friend as he
would always remember her.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Are you that man
what makes cats?

Uh...

Cats, yes. And other animals.

Me want a cat!

Me too.

Oh. And who are you?

Tycus.

My brother. I'm Mayrie.

Well, come in, then.

Well, actually,
Mayrie,

just now, I only
have one cat.

Will you take
a bird or a pony?

Hmm?

No cat?

Wait! I do have
another cat, Mayrie.

I do.

She is a very
special cat.

(SCREAMS)

Lion!

(BOTH SHRIEK)

Wait! What's the matter?

Too scary!
Too scary!
Scary!

(BOTH CRYING)

Really? Oh, my.
I'm so sorry.

She's not scary to me.

She's my friend.

Mayrie, how about I make
you a cat right now?

And we scared of tigers,
and spiders and bears,
and snakes, and lightning...

And thunder!

So, it's better if my toys
are friendly, not scary?

Right.
Like this?

(GASPS)

Oh, that's beautiful.
Thank you.

Good day, Milady.
You may call me Natalie.

Oh. Very well, Natalie.

How may I be of service?

I have heard of the toys
you make and I would
very much like one.

Oh. But, Natalie, my toys
are for children who
have nothing at all.

And you have so much.

Please, Nicholas. I want
a toy, any kind of toy, more
than anything in the world.

I see.

The thing is,
I have given away
all of the toys.

But I am about to start
on some new ones, though.

Perhaps, if you could
come back, I could...

Well, I could have
something for you then.

Oh. That would be wonderful.

I've been so happy, Mother.

I think that making toys
for children is what I am
meant to do with my life.

But how can I give
a toy to a child
with such wealth

when there are so
many poor children
who have nothing?

I can only make so many toys.

Nicholas, does a rich child
choose his life any more
than the poor one his?

It is possible that
sometimes the one who
appears to have the most

may indeed be
the one with the least.

You are very wise, Mother.

I have told you
nothing your heart
did not already know.

New toy?
Huh?

Oh, no, it was just...

Perhaps this does
look like Mother.

Children love my
stories about her.

Maybe they'd like
to see her, as well.

Natalie, I have
a toy for you.

But I'm not sure...

I've never made one
like this before.

What is it?
It is this.

Oh. Oh, my goodness.

I have never seen anything
so beautiful in all my life.

I'd say she
likes it, Necile.

Oh.

She can be my friend!

How did you know that
I needed a friend when
I asked only for a toy?

I call her Necile.

Then I shall, too.

Thank you, Nicholas.

I shall never be lonely again.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Your Majesty, I have an idea
that could be a cunning plan.

MOGORB: Finally.

Hey! What the...

(NICHOLAS GASPS)

Be gone. Be gone,
Nicholas of Burzee.
Be gone forever!

Now we shall see
some sad faces again.

Yeah, they'll be sad.

What kind of foul
magic is this?

(GROWLS)
Uh.

If there are Knooks
in this strange land,
come forth! And quickly.

KNOOK: And who are you
to beckon forth Knooks,
as if you knew them?

I am Nicholas of Burzee,

friend of the Knooks,
Ryls, Fairies, Nymphs,
and one Pixie.

Whisper the Knook password.

(INAUDIBLE)

Okay, I'll help you.

This human is protected by Ak.
Seek your dinner elsewhere.

I fought like crazy, Necile.

There must have
been 50 of 'em...

'Course it sure was lucky
you happened along to
get me out of the bag.

This is evil magic at work.

Wisk, we must
think of something.

I'm not thinking
this. Are you?

Hello.

Hello, yourself.

Where were you?

I don't understand,
the brats should be
wailing by now.

Maybe this will explain it.

Nicholas is back.

Thog, we need another idea!

This year?

AK: As Nicholas's fame spread,

he began to receive
requests for toys from
children far and wide.

So where are we, Wisk?

Confused. We could
use some help.

We're up to 200 cats,
79 lambs, 27 bunnies,
50 horses,

138 Neciles, and...
Oh, yeah, birds.

A lot of birds.
Hmm.

A list. I need to make a list.

That, and some more rooms.

AK: Soon, friends from all
over the enchanted world
joined in the toy-making.

The Knooks added large
workshops to the house.

Through the years,
Nicholas's house grew larger
to accommodate his toy-making.

At the same time,
Nicholas, as all humans must,

grew older.

Well, I am off.

Oh.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, very funny.

You okay?

Oh, yes, but this snow seems
to get deeper each year.

Too bad you're not a reindeer.

Wisk, you're a genius.

Really? How could
that have happened?

Now, these tell the girls
what you'd like them to do.

But make sure my deer
are back by daybreak.
And don't tire them out.

Okay, Holly and
Mistletoe, let's go.

My goodness, I have never seen
so many homes in one place.

WISK: What's up?
The door is locked.

Guess we'll have to
leave the toys outside.

Hmm. Oh, but they might not
find them in all this snow.

Say, Mistletoe,
how high can a reindeer jump?

Put this sleigh
on the roof then.

What? Wait a...

Well, let's hope this works.

Oh... Oh!
(CRASHES)

AK: Delighted with the joy
and happiness brought
to their children,

rumor spread that
Nicholas was a saint,

Saint Nicholas,
or to some, Santa Claus.

Thank you again,
Mistletoe and Holly.

Tell Will I'm sorry
we're a little late.

(YAWNS)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

Hello, Will. What's
all the commotion?

(EXCLAIMS)

You can't use my deer
anymore, that's what.

We had a deal, and you
got back after daybreak.

Too risky.

No more reindeer.

Oh, but, Will,
it worked so well.

No one even saw them!
And we got to all
of the children.

Not in charge of children,
I'm in charge of deer.

Deal's off.

Well, it's back to
the hard way then.

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

My goodness.

Look, all right now,
whoever you are, I am...

We don't want you.

We want your toys.

But they are gifts
for the children!

But we want toys!

Why didn't you ever visit us?

(CACKLING)

Visit us.

MOGORB: Shut up.

AK: The evil Awgwas continued
to steal all of the toys

and hide them deep in
their cold mountain caves.

Leave no trace. These toys
must never be found.

Yeah, never!

(HORSE NEIGHING)
(GASPS)

Natalie, what happened?

(SIGHS)

Back down the lane,
there was a horrible
noise in the bush and...

It was as if someone
were trying to steal
my Necile doll,

but I saw no one.

My horse reared
and we escaped.

It was terrifying.

Oh. There, there!
You are safe now.

We have all heard about
your toys being stolen

and I wanted to help
in any way that I could.

So I brought my precious
Necile that you gave me
when I was a child

as a gift for some other child
as much in need as I was then.

Oh, Natalie, you are so kind.

You know, if everyone shared
with those less fortunate,

this world would be
a much better place.
(SIGHS)

It must have
been the Awgwas.

They have been
stealing all the toys.

Well, this time they
have gone too far.

Something must be
done to stop them.

NICHOLAS: And yesterday,
the Awgwas attacked
a woman coming to see me.

So you see, I truly must
have the reindeer and the
sleigh to deliver my gifts,

or more children may
seek me out and be hurt.

You are right, Nicholas,
but Will has certain rights.

I propose that you
deliver toys once a year

and in the dark of night
to protect the deer.

(STAMMERS)
Only one night, Ak?

For everyone?

Eh! Sounds like
a good deal to me.

We agree.
We do? Oh,
but, Mother...

Well, how will you
choose which night?

In much of the human world,
the eve of Christmas is
a time of celebration.

Families gather in a spirit
of goodwill and generosity
toward one another.

It would seem an
appropriate time.

Agreed. But I will
need more deer.

WILL: Eight. No more,
no less. You can pick 'em.

Agreed. Eight deer.
One night each year.

Nick, you and your friends
had better start preparing.

Oh, we will never have all
the toys we need in time.

Well, we would
if we had the toys
the Awgwas stole, right?

Wisk, you are a genius.

Huh.

Yeah. Nick told
me that already.

But, Mother, how
will we ever find...

You have enough
to worry about.
I will find a way.

Ak, what are we to
do about the Awgwas?

Their behavior cannot
be endured any longer.

The time has come.

We must stop them
once and for all.

(ALL CHEERING)

I don't think Nicholas
should know about this.

Hmm. Yes, it is for the best
that he remains unaware
of our special powers.

Sentries, make the
necessary preparations.

Fairies, Knooks and
Ryls, do likewise.

And mind that you bring
everything we possess
to undertake this battle.

Oh, what are we going
to do now, mighty Mogorb?

We shall arrange a few
surprises for the great Ak
and his puny warriors.

(CACKLES NERVOUSLY)

Yeah.

(CHEERING)

(GROWLING)

A dragon, giants.
Look, Mogorb has
brought in allies.

Do not worry. Though our
forces may appear small,
our magic is powerful.

Now this is what
I call a catapult!
Good work, fellas.

Aye. Thanks for
the help, Wisk.

WAGIF: Look out,
here comes the dragon.

Whoa!

Incoming!

(CACKLES)

I do not see why the Awgwas
need our help to battle
these puny warriors.

Let fly the catapult.

Ready.
PETER: Bombs away!

Do not underestimate
their magic. Attack! Attack!

All right, be careful.
We can do this.
I know we can. We can do it.

Okay.

ALL: Surprise!

Ryls and Wood Nymphs,
release your magic dust.

Attack!

Yoo-hoo! Big and bigger!

FAIRY: Here's a bit
of fairy dust for you.

Look out!

KILTER: Timber!

We will circle around
the back and capture Ak.

Yeah, that'll finish them off.

Hey, fellas. Remember me?

It's that pixie.

We should have eaten him
when we had the chance.

You know what? I think
you guys deserve a break.

(GROWLING)

This is all your fault.
I knew your plan
would never work.

Toodle-doo.

(ALL CHEERING)

It is over.

No longer will
these evil beings
trouble mankind.

Come, there is no
time to lose.

We must search for the toys
stolen by the Awgwas.

(HUMMING)

Nicholas.
Ak. Oh, it is an honor.

My goodness.
Please, please,
come in. Come in.

I cannot stay.

There will be no
further trouble from
the Awgwas, Nicholas.

Oh, that is wonderful!

I knew you and Mother
could reason with them.

AK: Good luck, Nicholas.

(MEOW)
Cut it out, Blink.

Where have you
been, Wisk?
Now he asks.

Just out doing pixie stuff,
that, uh, you know, um...

For pixies to know
about. Private stuff.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

Secrets, Wisk?
After all these years?

Well, I guess everyone is
entitled to their secrets.

Now, why don't you
clean up and get busy.

I need some help here.

We really don't have time
for all this playing around,
you know.

Uh, sure, I've had
enough fun for one day.

(SIGHS) We need
room for lots of toys.

Oh, Will, there is
so much to do in one night,

I wish your deer could fly.

They can.
What?

Why did you not ever tell me?

You never asked.

It's so dark in here,
we'll never find them.

Look, a ribbon.

Oh! At last!
We found them!

Okay, girls, here you go.

Now, you two behave now,
this is no time for pranks.

Be careful.

(GIGGLES)
Nicholas didn't know
you could fly.

Time to go, Wisk.
The sash!

Don't forget, you can't let
the humans see you like this!

Flying and invisible?

Just think of the fun!

Oh, if only I had enough
toys for everyone!

Ho, ho, ho!

(LAUGHING)

And a merry ho, ho, ho to you!

Mother, you found them!

(ALL CHEERING)

AK: And so, with the help
of his friends, and more
than a little magic,

Nicholas made his first-ever
Christmas Eve toy run.

NICHOLAS: (SINGING)
Toy cats and wagons
and horses and dragons

Plus dolls of every color,
shape and size

Packed and headed
for the far horizon

Flying through
the starry skies

Who would know I am invisible

To all those tiny,
peering eyes?

Here I come down the chimney

If it's slippery,
I get to slide

Even those
who don't see me here

Still have proof of this
my first magical Christmas
sleigh ride

All this in one night,
albeit a fun night

Is just about
the wildest night I know

Wondering how
I'll get it done by morning

All those houses yet to go

Some will hang their
little stockings out

To dry them from
the rain and snow

Here I come down the chimney

If it's slippery
I get to slide

Even those
who don't see me here

Still have proof of this
my first magical Christmas

Handing-out-a-world
- of-presents sleigh ride

Not each house has a chimney

But I always find a way inside

Even those
who don't see me here

Still have proof of this
my first magical Christmas

Handing-out-a-world
- of-presents -get-it-all-done
- by-morning sleigh ride

Sleigh ride

Morning

AK: Throughout the years,
the visits of the
beloved Santa Claus

continued to bring joy
to the children.

Many traditions
came into being.

The first Christmas tree
was a gift to families
without lamps

to brighten and
warm their homes.

Santa found stockings hung
on fireplace mantles to dry,

excellent containers
for gifts of small sizes.

Grateful children left
milk and cookies to
cheer him on his way.

Traditions which continued
to grow until Santa,

like Sheigra, was growing old.

(EXHALES)

I do not know how much
longer my old bones
can take this, fellas.

Santa's got to go
and lie down.

He's kidding, right?

I don't think so,
not this time.
What do you mean?

We immortals
live forever,

but, like reindeer, rabbits,
and all other mortal beings,

humans only last so long.

You mean they wear out?

Then the Angel of Death
comes to lead their spirits
to the heavenly light.

No! I hope Necile knows
about this wearing out stuff.

(GASPS) The Angel of Death.
I gotta do something!

Uh... Listen,
your whiteness,

Nicholas is a really
special person and, well, we
need a little extra time here.

Not much of a talker, huh?

Why have you summoned
this council of immortals, Ak?

I, or rather, we, seek
the gift of immortality

for this most humble
human called Nicholas.

What? Immortality is
our most precious gift.
It cannot be given lightly.

Wait. Hear me out.

This man saw
the wretched lives
of human children

and he set out
single-handedly
to change that.

He is now known
as Saint Nicholas
among humans

and is loved by
children wherever he has
traveled in their world.

Many humans are good.
Why should this one
deserve to live forever?

Because he has done
something that we immortals
have failed to accomplish.

And what, pray tell,
would that be, Ak?

He has given them gifts
far greater than toys.

He has taught the
children the importance
of giving, of caring,

of hope and believing.

As they grow up,
these gifts remain.

Hmm.

He has caused the hearts
of all humankind to grow.

(CHATTERING)

If we allow Nicholas to die,
the children yet to come
will never know these gifts

and I fear the human world
will plunge into a time
of hopelessness again.

Enough! I say we put
this matter to a vote.

With respect, Angel,
this one is not leaving.

Nicholas of Burzee,
Saint Nicholas,

Santa Claus,

in recognition of
your most unselfish life,

I bestow upon you the
mantle of immortality.

You may remain among
the children you love
for all time.

Oh, my goodness.

I have not felt
this good in years.

(MEOWS)

WISK: (LAUGHING) Looks like
Blinkie feels good, too!

Wisk, I feel like I could
wrestle a grizzly bear.

(CHUCKLES)

You, too, huh, Blinkie?

Maybe I should lighten up
on the honey in your oatmeal.

(LAUGHING)

Whoa!

I forgot about
this part.

Here we go again.

Wisk, how about we start
working on next year's list.

Uh...

Don't you think it's
a little early, Nick?

Christmas was just yesterday.

Oh, nonsense.

Can we start with Blink
and give her something
besides me to play with?

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
(WISK LAUGHING)

AK: Nicholas of Burzee
found his rightful place
in this world

and became a source
of unending joy for
children everywhere,

visiting millions and millions
of children every year.

Perhaps he's coming
to your house.

And that, my friends,
is the truth,

the whole truth...

Where to next?
Mmm, let's see.

NICHOLAS: Wisk, let's
find a house with
oatmeal cookies next.

...and nothing but the truth

about Santa Claus.